edge of pure land.

Chapter 409 Funeral
All burned.

This is the ultimate forbidden technique of the Burning Sky Bone that even the former Vice Pope Xia Wei could not master.

No one knows the principle of this ability, but what is currently demonstrated is absolute destructive power. The black-haired girl only needs to raise her slender white hand and a light touch of her fingers is enough to annihilate any form of matter in the world, silently.

It is not just the structure of matter that is destroyed.

Even the most basic units that make up matter have disappeared.

In the end it wasn’t just limited to this hand.

Red blood vessels were all over Xia Zhu's delicate body, hidden under her fair skin. Her whole body was flowing with the color of molten gold, and she was full of majesty, accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

If you look closely, you can find that the faint firelight illuminates the dark sky, and actually casts the shadow of a giant dragon in the clouds.

She was like a girl catching dragonflies in the countryside, but her every move was too cruel. After being touched by her, the undead could no longer be transformed into corpses, but were crushed easily by her. In the end, they didn't even dare to get close to her.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Faint ripples appeared and the sound of dragon roars spread out.

The thick corpse smell was burned away completely, without even a trace left.

Xia Zhu strolled leisurely in the dissipating corpse energy, his momentum becoming more and more violent.

The more she gained the upper hand, the more cruelty appeared in her eyes.

If that immortal had not been blessed with the power of the gods, he would have turned into ashes amid the dragon's roar. Although his life level was as high as that of a wild god, he seemed so insignificant at this moment.

The corpse gas he exhaled was annihilated into nothingness before it even touched the girl. An unprecedentedly powerful domain adhered to her body, making her invincible.

The girl walking towards the Immortal gradually became blurred, like a lost image switching back and forth between the young girl and the ferocious dragon.

"Gong Yu, erase his consciousness and you will take over his body. I don't remember his name, but he is indeed a survivor of that era, and I can give him a decent death. You know, if I touch him, he will die in pain." Xia Zhu raised his head and looked up at the huge immortal, but with a condescending look.

It was like watching a dying dog.

The huge immortal looked down at her, his withered face forced out an expression between crying and laughing, and he said hoarsely: "Replace me, my Lord. I was originally a dying man, but I was able to survive because of your power. We have suffered a lot, we sympathize with each other, and we are both people who are despised by this world. Just as you said, one day the flowers of resentment will bloom all over the world, and people will regard corruption as beauty."

Endless nightmares were reflected in his eyes.

The man lying on the operating table stopped roaring and said softly, "Come on."

Gong Yu raised his hand and touched his rotting face. Looking at the corpse spots on his body, he sighed, "Dr. Evans, I know you have been living in self-blame all these years, but the accident that year was not your responsibility. The reason why we have become like this may be due to fate. I resent the world, but I don't resent you. This time... I will end your suffering."

The soft murmur was like a sad elegy.

Gong Yu leaned over and hugged him gently.

Evans closed his eyes in relief.

His face was highly decomposed.

It completely turned into a rotten corpse.

The nightmare in the Immortal's eyes disappeared.

Instead, there was Gong Yu's indifferent expression.

"Come on, let's fight it out, Xia Zhu."

Gong Yu smiled and said: "Destroy my God's Corrupted System, severely damage my body, kill this God of Desolation, and then... go completely berserk and turn into a killing machine."

He paused and said, "Or cut yourself with a knife."

For a moment, thick smoke-like corpse gas rose from the shriveled body of the immortal, and in an instant, countless overlapping undead spirits were born again as if the soul had left the body. Countless illusory arms waved gracefully like seaweed, forming a seal.

A weird Indian style.

There is an inextricable connection between the gods of heaven and the gods of the wild.

It now seems that the gods can even forcibly replace the wild gods they evolved when necessary.

This means that a life in the sequence of gods is not absolutely independent, but is completely controlled by the upper level, and may even become a puppet or tool at certain moments.

After being invaded by the consciousness of the gods, this wild god became even more powerful.

It is somewhat similar to the form of God in the eighth level.

The immortal was also completely transformed into a dead spirit, with countless gracefully dancing arms maintaining that strange seal, and pairs of illusory eyes appeared in the darkness, dripping with blood.

An unprecedentedly powerful field enveloped Xia Zhu.

"It's too difficult for you to perform the third concept change with a body like this, right? Your real body is okay, but this level is far from it." Xia Zhu's response was still cold and arrogant. She walked through the billowing smoke and gently raised her hand to reach into the eyes in the void.

There was a click.

It was like crushing a glass bead.

The cracked eye in the void was easily shattered by her.

From the shattered pupils, dark corpse fluid spread.

This corpse fluid did not directly touch her body.

Because at the moment of contact, the area covering her body had already annihilated all the corpse fluid, without even a trace left.

Xia Zhu used his hand as a knife, slashing at the eerie pupils that were cracked in the void. Each sharp slash produced thick corpse fluid, leaving shocking burn marks in the darkness.

She moved forward step by step with unstoppable force. Her steps were not fast but she was like a giant dragon charging forward. The dragon's roar in the wind almost overturned the world.

It was a god-like aura, a god-like indifference, and a god-like murderous intent.

On the other hand, the immortal controlled by Gong Yu began to retreat, and just kept creating those illusory pupils dripping with corpse fluid and blood to create obstacles for the opponent. In the process, he whispered a lost poem: "You were placed in a cold niche, I let you return to the bright world, they don't know that I will also rest there, our dreams are connected. I let you lie in a sunny place, taking care of the sleeping baby like a mother sweetly. The earth becomes a soft cradle, rocking you, a painful baby. Then I go to scatter soil and rose petals, lightly covering you in the blue mist-like moonlight. I leave with peace of mind, because no one will come to this tomb to compete with me for your body!"

His voice was soft and pleasant to hear: "One day, this long-term depression will become heavy, and the soul will inform my body that it no longer wants to walk heavily on the rosy road, even though people there are laughing and talking... You will feel someone digging a grave, and another sleeping woman comes to your silent side. When people bury me, we can talk endlessly! Then you will know why you are sleeping in a tomb in your prime. There is a star in the palace of the god of death, and you will understand that it is observing us. Whoever betrays will be taken away by the star..." One by one, strange pupils turned in the cracks of the void, as if countless mental patients were peeping at you through the holes in the wall, with crazy and evil eyes.

"That day, the evil hands strangled you, and the stars took you out of the lily garden. When the evil hands unfortunately reached into the garden, your life was in the joyful years... I told God that he was led into death, don't let anyone lead his lovely soul away! God, let him escape from the evil palm, let him sleep in the long dream you gave to mankind! I can't call him, nor can I walk with him! A gust of black wind overturned his boat, either let him return to my arms, or let him die in his prime. In the flower-like years, the boat no longer moves forward... Don't I know how to love, don't I have feelings? God who is going to judge me, your eyes are the clearest!"

Xia Zhu knew this poem.

Gabriela Mistral, Death Sonnets, written in the early twentieth century.

What Gong Yu was going to perform was the third concept variation of the Eyes of Death.

It means funeral, a rule-based ability.

When ninety-nine Funeral Eyes stare at you at the same time, you will die instantly.

It stands to reason.

But in fact this refers to the enemy's life level.

A life like Xia Zhu needs the gaze of ninety-nine funeral eyes.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have died after being stared at by a funeral eye.

This is also the reason why Xia Zhu shattered those pupils. She could not let this field form.

Even so, she found that her realm of all ashes had already shown signs of collapse. A kaleidoscope of thoughts appeared in the depths of her consciousness, with memories from the past to the present flashing back in her mind. It was like a bizarre dream, the dream was hazy and dark, and the world was spinning.

That's what death feels like.

This is where the Corrupted Reaper is most powerful.

Even someone with the ability of Jie Jin cannot eliminate the influence of this guy.

"Unless you detonate your domain."

Gong Yu smiled and said, "Let them be buried with me."

The Immortal dragged his huge upper body backwards, and strange pale pupils appeared in the darkness. The bloodshot pupils rotated wildly, and corpse fluid was dripping.

Faced with this situation, Xia Zhu leaped up and shattered the pupil in the air with fierce kicks and knee strikes. Her movements were actually not very skillful, but rather seemed a little awkward and stiff. It can be seen that she seldom fought in close combat.

But more and more pupils appeared in the void, as if endless.

With no other choice, Xia Zhu raised his eyes, his dark red vertical pupils flashing with golden light, the black and white revolver fell into his palm, he pulled the trigger and fired.

She used her magic to change the way the Ashes of the Sky operated.

It's not just about itself.

It manifests itself in a liberating way.

Her soul blade is basically cut from the same mold as her grandfather's.

Their names are Black Dragon and White Dragon.

The magazine of this type of thermal weapon soul blade is specially made, which can absorb elements from natural weather to produce energy bullets, similar to a converter.

The magazine rotated and bullets spurted out.

The sound of the gunfire was like the roar of a dragon.

Along with the rumbling sound of dragon roars, Xia Zhu's pupils expanded with excitement, thick smoke rose from the magazine of the revolver as it turned, and the hot bullets poured out like a torrent, sweeping away everything.

The corpse fluid splattered and the eyeballs shattered.

The sound of gunfire was like a dragon's roar, shattering countless cracked pupils.

Xia Zhu rushed forward in the exploding fireworks, his two guns had become scorching hot, and the muzzles were condensed with burning energy, ready to spew out the breath of a dragon.

"you lose."

There was madness and murderous intent in her voice.

The Immortal was pointed at by her with a gun. His withered and shrunken face forced out a trace of sad smile, but his voice was still gentle: "Zhu, you are wrong. Do you remember what I told you many years ago? In fact, you are the same person as the Second Ancestor. You are both cowardly people in nature. You are afraid of making choices. You are afraid of making choices."

He paused, smiled and said, "But you always have to make a choice."

As the words fell, the Immortal's shriveled skin cracked, as if it was full of holes.

Ninety-nine eye pupils dripping with corpse fluid suddenly opened.

There was a faint holy light in the depths of the pupils.

When Xia Zhu saw this scene, a crack appeared on his expression that was immersed in the joy of killing.

So that's how it is. It seems that I underestimated Gong Yu.

As the guardian of Omega, Gong Yu also transplanted the order factor. He also used divine magic to change the way the funeral operated, lighting up ninety-nine eyes at the same time at the cost of his life.

The omen of death came like a nightmare. Xia Zhu watched her appearance reflected in the cracked pupils on the shriveled skin of the Immortal. The only choice at this time was to cut herself and then detonate the field of ashes to kill the enemy in front of her.

There was no time to hesitate, as she heard a baby-like cry in her ears.

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard behind her.

There were sudden footsteps, accompanied by faint thunder.

The thunder came as expected, piercing through the baby's cries.

The sound of thousands of birds singing filled the night.

(End of this chapter)