Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 97. When Tokyo Sinks
Xu Zhenqing, who was busy with the formation, took time out of his busy schedule to check the final battle of his Horcrux. This time the battlefield was Tokyo.

The scene is devastated, with walls everywhere covered in black charcoal ash from the raging fire. Scavengers hide in the darkness, and drones hover overhead, mercilessly shooting the starving people. It is hard to believe that this was once one of the busiest cities in the world.

Among them, a girl dressed as a Western aristocrat flew into a nightmare like a dream butterfly, and walked leisurely onto the road of "light". Drones crashed one after another wherever she passed.

The girl did not light up her golden eyes, but just flipped the book behind her. A page represented the mastery of the hybrid of the Word Spirit Snake, showing no intention.

Some greedy "cave" people looked at the girl, mistakenly thinking that there was a problem with the drone, and wanted to enjoy the milk-like girl, in two senses of the word.

"Annoying ants are always dominated by greed." The girl opened her red lips slightly. At this time, she was smiling, as bright and beautiful as the stars, but her words and actions were extremely cruel.

These ants were dismembered by telekinesis, and the torture was completed in an instant, like blood flowers blooming. The crystal clear blood flakes shone brightly under the sunlight. In the girl's heart, letting these people with no sense of aesthetics dedicate themselves to art is undoubtedly a gift.

"I didn't expect you to come. A sickle is really annoying."

"Laurent, killing you is the only way I can show my worth."

The immortal demon was sitting on the rooftop, his short white legs swinging alternately, looking down at Laurent from above.

Laurent quietly pushed aside his bangs, put his hands in his pockets and said sarcastically, "How humble! Don't you have your own thoughts?"

"My master is the meaning of my existence. Without the master, there is no meaning." Changsheng Yaohuo looked calm, holding the black long sickle tightly in both hands. The two formed a strong contrast. Being a weapon was just his duty. As the master's knife, it either killed the enemy or broke.

With blood flashing before his eyes, Laurent said arrogantly, "How about I be your master?"

"You don't deserve it." Changsheng Yaohuo's eyes were full of murderous intent, with death lines running through his eyes. He tried to find the line that would kill the other party, and then ruthlessly wipe out the guy who dared to humiliate his master.

"How do you know if you haven't tried? If you don't let me, I will make you my weapon." The books behind Laurent flipped, the Servant of the King of Words, the Bronze Throne of Words, the Immortal Words, the Eternal Words, and the Words were blessed on his body in that instant.

The first three enhance physical condition, and the last two increase speed and momentum.

"It's the same trick again. The dead line is messed up, so let's talk with swords." Changsheng Yaohuo casually summoned thousands of undead spirits, which rushed towards Laurent with fangs and claws, and then were burned to death by the opponent's Word Spirit Flame, which was superimposed with mental attacks.

The endless flames were like dancing halberds, sweeping across the undead. Just as the saying goes, starting from the east of Barron, burn into the sun, Junyan!
The immortal demon passed through the sea of ​​fire. The terrifying temperature made his hair curl slightly, but only slightly. The sickle in his hand stabbed at Laurent.

Laurent waved his hand, and the world became a furnace, refining the metal underneath into a sharp sword. He grasped it in his hand and picked up the sickle.

"It's a very fast speed, but the deadline won't be accelerated."

"You're pretty tough too. You broke my sword."

Laurent repaired the gap in the sword in his hand, and the two of them fought thousands of times in an instant. The sword kept breaking and repairing, which made her very passive.

With one move, he forced the Eternal Demon to retreat. Laurent kept the distance and used Rhine's words frequently, which made the Eternal Demon's face change slightly. Bathed in the high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees, the whole sickle turned into illusion, and was then attacked by some strange factors in the nuclear explosion.

In Infinite Terror, a nuclear explosion can kill ghosts, and naturally it can also damage Horcruxes.

"You always get so irritated by me, and then you get caught in my rhine. Should I praise your persistence or call you stupid?" "What do you know? My master cannot be insulted. You will pay for your sins with blood." The pale face of the Eternal Demon Disaster returned to a rosy red after devouring several undead spirits. Then, with a maniacal laugh, he said, "You always think I'm stupid, but look at what's behind you?"

"You want to trick me into turning around? My snakes are not for show." Laurent sneered, completely unaware that a priest behind him took out a long knife and stabbed him in the back. The sword killed the priest in a thousandth of a second, and the Book of Blood Covenant emitted energy to heal his injuries.

The immortal demon took the opportunity to find Laurent's death line and swung the sickle with all his might.

The threat of death loomed in Laurent's heart. Being in the extreme speed field, he had enough time to experience death. Blood exploded, blood exploded, blood exploded.

After the third blood explosion, the dragon blood in Laurent's body exceeded the limit, and the whole person was completely transformed into a dragon. The dragon bones and dragon wings that had already grown bloomed, and a human-shaped dragon stood in the deep pit.

"This is the word spirit I want. Don't die, don't die, don't die." Laurent's blood-red lips kept uttering words. It was amazing that he completed the broken road to deification as a descendant of neither the black nor the white king.

The death line was as tough as steel wire. Changsheng Yaohuo looked at the fleeting death line with bloodshot eyes. He continued to swing his sickle, and the dead objects around him turned into powder.

"Fellow Daoist, please be patient. Wen Yang is here to help." Liuxia Wen Yang waved the folding fan that was repaired by the Lord God, and behind him was the entire East China Sea team.

"Why don't you kill her quickly?" Changsheng Yaohuo said coldly, without giving the other party a good look.

The beautiful girl in a kimono, gleaming with spiritual power, shook her head and said, "Sir, the opponent's soul is very resistant to spiritual power. My mental control is completely ineffective."

"It's okay, Sora Aoi, I'll meet the other party." The captain of the Donghai team comforted gently.

"Mr. Miyata, you are still too kind. To hold a position like this, you must go through more hardships. You don't want Sora Aoi to be killed by gravel when her mental strength is exhausted." Liuxia Wenyang put away his folding fan and taught him a lesson with the attitude of a senior.

"Senior, I will continue to work hard." Sora Aoi answered seemingly aggrieved.

"Well, the boy is teachable." Liuxia Wenyang felt a chill in his heart, but his face remained gentle, as if he were a great nobleman from ancient Japan.

"Assholes, Laurent has run away, you guys are looking for death." Changsheng Yaohuo's face was freezing cold, making the other members of the East China Sea team a little panicked.

But this does not include the three people mentioned before. In their eyes, there is no difference between the real world and the plot world, and the Changsheng Demon Disaster is no different from the characters in the plot in their eyes.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Let Sora Aoi tell the story." Liuxia Wenyang half-knelt on the ground, looking straight at Changsheng Yaohuo. Because of the height issue, he patiently treated her as the young daughter of a former daimyo family.

Liuxia Wenyang never thought that after being promoted to a noble, he would still humiliate himself like this, but he had no choice but to do so because he was intimidated by the mysterious master of the Changsheng Demon Disaster.

If Liuxia Wenyang knew that the saint senior from last time was the master of the longevity evil, he would probably be on his knees and licking his boots. When the Tang envoys went to the Ming Dynasty, they also kowtowed to some high-ranking officials of the Ming court.

The immortal demon looked at the cut-off Tokyo city, and the sea water poured into the devastated Tokyo metropolitan area from the gap. Those who survived by chance were directly fed to the fish, which was to repay the karma of eating fish for generations.

　Three hundred words left, immediately

　　The next chapter will feature weapons that will be used to fight against the Supreme.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)