The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1224 Lose

"brush--"

Wang Zikai disappeared.

Gao Yang was in a trance, inexplicably remembering the afternoon in his childhood when he accidentally flew out while swinging in the park. This flight was more than ten years ago.

"boom!"

Gao Yang fell to the ground and hit the huge light pillar.

"pound--"

A second later, Wang Zikai punched Gao Yang in the chest, and the pillar of destiny tilted and crumbled again.

"Wow!"

Gao Yang vomited blood, and all the energy paths in his body were broken. At this moment, let alone fighting back, he was even deprived of the right to cry out in pain.

The pillar of destiny set up for others ultimately judges one's own destiny.

Wang Zikai was very satisfied with this.

He took out a long gift box from his pocket.

The gift box floated up, the wrapping paper tore open automatically, and the box opened automatically, revealing a 7-inch long scarlet bone spur inside.

Wang Zikai picked up the bone spur and looked at it with interest.

"Gao Yang, you must have never imagined that the birthday gift Wang Zikai prepared for you was his bone spurs."

"He thought it was the hardest thing in the world, like your friendship."

"Moreover, this thing is sharp, lightweight, and can block energy paths. It is very suitable as a personal weapon. He hopes you will always keep it with you."

Gao Yang was dying, looking at the bone spurs with an expressionless face.

Wang Zikai was a little sad, "You don't appreciate it, so I can only force it."

"呲-"

The bone spurs pierced the boy's chest, nailing him to the pillar of destiny.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Gao Yang screamed.

He was quite surprised that such abundant and desperate vitality could erupt in his body.

Wang Zikai listened carefully to the screams of his former friend.

"Gao Yang, don't worry, wait a moment before you die."

Wang Zikai looked at the sky above his head, and a mirror of arrogance the size of a manhole cover appeared at his feet.

He stepped on the mirror and jumped hard.

"Boom-"

A golden meteor shot straight into the night sky, like a golden zipper pull tearing open the night.

……

A few seconds later, Wang Zikai arrived at an altitude of more than a thousand meters.

A white moon hangs behind him, like a special appearance effect.

Wang Zikai put his hands in his pockets and looked at the man a hundred meters away - Long.

The night wind is strong, the dragon's silver hair is flying, the spotless cloak is rustling, and the strange pupils are deep and condensed with moonlight.

"pity."

Wang Zikai spoke, "Gao Yang failed to create a real opportunity for you this time."

Long Muran.

"Don't blame him, he tried his best." Wang Zikai said with a smile, "After all, I am the opponent."

"Yes."

Long looked at Arrogance and seemed to be looking further away: "What a pity."

"Let's get started." Wang Zikai grabbed his neck with one hand and moved briefly: "Just in time, I've finished warming up."

Long's frustrated eyes slowly focused: "Let's get started."

……

The space around Wang Zikai suddenly solidified.

In an instant, this solidification was "melted" again.

Wang Zikai's already dazzling blond hair turned into a ball of elegant and ethereal golden light.

The dragon closed his eyes.

it's dark.

To be precise, all the light in the world disappeared, leaving only endless darkness and loneliness.

"worship--"

A flash of light.

In the darkness, Wang Zikai burned all over his body. It was the ultimate golden energy in the form of light and flame, like the only star in the universe.

In front of the "star", a pair of huge strange pupils slowly opened.

Blue eyes are deep and calm, like the ocean under the moon and the gentlest background under the vast universe.

The golden eye is shining and hot, like a burning sun, the most sacred highlight in the splendid universe.

The two eyes turned into two celestial bodies, tens of millions of times larger than Wang Zikai's "star". They slowly overlapped and exploded silently.

Countless stars and nebulae were born in this explosion. Soon, they moved away, dissipated, dimmed, and returned to the incomprehensible, eternal "chaos".

This chaos is like the ashes at a funeral, layer upon layer, surrounding Prince Kai, trying to bury him.

There was a hint of excitement on Wang Zikai's face, he had been waiting for this moment.

He made a fist with his right hand and inserted two bone spurs into his chest.

"Puff-"

"Puff-"

"Plop, puff, puff -"

The arrogant heart beat faster and faster and more violently.

This heartbeat shook the universe, bursting out with incredible energy, turning into circles of three-dimensional ripples, constantly spreading, fighting against chaos.

Wang Zikai raised his left hand.

His left arm disappeared in the golden light, and gorgeous golden wings sprouted from his left back, like a one-winged angel.

The wings of light quickly unfolded, becoming brighter and brighter, and eventually turned into countless flowing light veins.

They are vast and endless, with Wang Zikai as the center, forming a circular halo that is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. It also flows upward, creating a vertical vertical halo on the flat halo.

The halo of light circulates horizontally and vertically, forming a spectacular spherical body, with an absolute, pure black circle in the center.

This scene is like a black hole.

Wang Zikai, standing in the black hole.

——The arrogance of the heart, the endless abyss.

Endless chaos rushed to bury Wang Zikai, but they were sucked into the river of light veins outside the light ball, and then flowed into the black circle.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The world returns to its original appearance little by little, with time, space, colors, sounds, and feelings all coming back.

There is no more "black hole" and no "chaos".

The white moon is lonely and the night wind is desolate.

The two men were still standing high in the sky, as if they had never moved.

Wang Zikai's black shirt was stained dark brown by blood, blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his golden eyes showed a hint of fatigue.

"Long, you lose."

The dragon's hair was white and his eyes were dull and lifeless - he was blind.

"Ah, I lost."

"As a level 8 master, you are still qualified to fight me, but you had no such intention from the beginning." Wang Zikai narrowed his eyes slightly, "For a moment, I didn't know who was arrogant."

"When I have to be your opponent, winning or losing doesn't matter." Long said.

"Then you're here to die?" Wang Zikai was puzzled.

Long thought for a while and replied calmly: "Although I am unqualified as a leader, I still want to give an explanation to my companions."

"boring."

Wang Zikai was very disappointed and made his final evaluation.

Long slowly closed his eyes and stood in the night sky. The white moon quietly came behind him and cut out a lonely figure.

The wind picked up again, and the silhouette's "black hair" was flying.

Dragon, silence.

……

Wang Zikai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"worship--"

The blond boy disappeared.

A few seconds later, Wang Zikai returned to the ruins of the palace and stood in front of the crooked Pillar of Destiny. A black-haired boy was nailed to it by a scarlet bone spur.

"See, the dragon is dead too. This is the end of mankind."

Wang Zikai smiled: "Gao Yang, are you satisfied?"

Gao Yang's limbs were hanging down, like a piece of rag riddled with holes. His eyes were dull and unresponsive.

Seven seconds of silence.

"puff--"

Wang Zikai's hand penetrated Gao Yang's chest, and Gao Yang didn't make any sound, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"hiss--"

Wang Zikai took out the bleeding heart, held it in his hand, and let it beat weakly.

Wang Zikai looked at the heart for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but a lonely tear fell from the corner of Wang Zikai’s eyes.

"Gao Yang, goodbye."

No one answered.

The black-haired boy's pupils were dilated and dull, and he died quietly on the pillar of fate.

Everything is so quiet, natural and harmonious, as if it was like this ten thousand years ago, and it should be like this ten thousand years from now.

God's heir, fallen.

(End of this chapter)