Apocalyptic Forecast

The text of the 959th chapter Tian Lai (thanks to the leader of the Taoyuan

Fugetsu

"I can see it."

Yeats shook his head regretfully, pulled out the bookmark that broke at the same time, and threw it away: "How is the recovery? Do I need to bring another one?"

"No need."

Lu Baiyan rubbed his wrist and replied in a cold voice, "About 90%, that's enough."

After the long imprisonment, it was the first time to experience such ample feelings, the divine spirit was blooming, the stigmata running smoothly, and at the same time, I felt this resonance that was almost close at hand.

Another big commander.

The one who replaced everything he had and took away all his future.

"It's so dazzling."

He whispered softly: "It's so dazzling that it's hateful."

Why is there anyone who can shine after falling into hell?

"Go ahead, Yeats." He said, "Isn't the stage you want already in sight?"

"One step forward, there is no turning back." Yeats asked: "Have you thought about it?"

"I didn't make a choice seventy years ago. After seventy years, I have to live to understand. I never thought of turning around."

Lu Baiyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Is the spotless inkstone, even if it is white, is it useful?"

It's just a display.

"Then, let's get started—"

Yeats smiled: "The journey of "Towards Byzantium"."

At that moment, the pages of the book in his hand slowly unfolded, and the chapters written by poets who had never lived in the world surging out like flowing water.

And the figure of the man gradually became illusory, turned into countless flowing characters, and quickly spread.

The things from the Fallen Kingdom like Yeats, the soul, reveal their true meaning here.

-Poems from hell!

Distort the world in front of you.

"This is not an old country, young people embrace each other—"

In the void, there was a hoarse whisper: "In the dying generation, birds sing on the trees. Swimming fish, beasts or birds, and Xiazhong praise, everything that is born and died..."

Call here, the arrival of ‘hell’!

In an instant, the cold wind above the snowy field became more and more violent, and the roar of terror rose from the distant crust, and the projection from **** surged behind the clouds, drawing the outlines of countless behemoths.

At the end of the mountains, the traces of the track were warped.

As Yeats disappeared, a huge door slowly emerged.

The hell-like stage slowly opened, and the gate to the other paradise opened.

And in the snowy field full of corpses, the derailed train unexpectedly roared like a beast-more viscous blood spurted from the crack, and the low sound of bone growth continued to emerge.

In the end, like a living creature, countless eyes opened.

Once again, follow the tracks and start sending forward!

To hell...

The sound of the siren was like a sharp laugh, tearing everyone's eardrums.

"Let me see how good you are, Huai Shi."

Lu Baiyan stood in front of the broken window, staring at his opponent coldly: "Or, do you plan to sit there and watch me leave like this?"

Among the mountains, in the flying wind and snow, the water from the hanging stove on the bonfire boiled again.

The sweet smell rises from it, which makes one's forefinger moving.

"smell good."

Raymond sniffed the fragrance and asked curiously: "What did you do?"

"The red cabbage soup I learned from a Russian priest a few days ago is simple and convenient. It is most suitable for picnics. It can't be used to entertain meeting guests."

Huai Shi sat on the chair, sighed towards her ten fingers, and replied with a smile: "If you want a thick soup base, the secret is to cook slowly, control the temperature, and work slowly."

He said, "Patience is a virtue—"

Following his words, strands of red steam rose from the pores and spread in the cold wind, bringing intoxicating warmth.

The bonfire burned more and more fiercely.

The sound of wooden blocks crackling in the flames overlapped in one place, blending into the increasingly turbulent wind, as if someone was roaring in a distant place.

The roaring sound was looming in the wind and gradually spread.

The fire became hot, but the color became pitch black, as if all the darkness in the world condensed into flames, burning wantonly, tormenting the cauldron of hell, and sublimating the calamity into a new crystal.

As a result, the water mist flying in the wisp of air holes became more vivid and scarlet.

Like blood.

When the thunderous roar rose from the mountains, the wind and snow became more dense and tyrannical. The extremely cold storm seemed to crawl on the ground, swirling and dancing with massive amounts of snow powder.

In the end, the sweet fragrance spreading around the campfire whizzed towards the world below.

As a result, the pale color seemed to be ignited by the wisp of steam, turning into blood red.

Between the sky covered by gray clouds and the ground covered by frost, that ray of blood quickly spread and multiplied, like oil falling into a water tank, staining the colorless wind with its own color.

At first it was just a thin strand, but the further down, the killing intent that had been cooked for a long time in his heart became larger.

In the end, under the stirring of the invisible spoon, the blizzard turned into a **** wave of tyrannical surging.

The crimson storm was ignited by the curse.

Wherever he went, everything turned into scorched black under his anger.

Returning to the deadly silence of the world, only the roar of the storm spread, and the scene of the doomsday came coldly on everyone's heads.

Swallow everything.

At the foot of the mountain, the hut in the forest raised its head in amazement, feeling the terrifying malice and curse that surpassed my imagination in the storm. I couldn't help it, shivering——

It wasn't because of this terrible sight that I trembled, but because of the deep frustration and horror I felt when I sensed the gap between myself and the teacher.

It is impossible to imagine what kind of malice must be exerted in the tormented cauldron to reconcile such a terrible curse from the countless disasters?

At this moment, a **** storm is coming.

Overwhelming.

Between the heaven and the earth, only the violent wind roaring like a sword blade, countless cold light surging from the blood, stalking ferociously.

Wherever he went, all the earth cracked inch by inch, and all the barren forests fell apart.

The towering trees flew up along with the ice and snow, and were urged to break and cut. The countless green pine needles quickly became pitch black, turning into igniting light and surging in them.

In an instant, engulfed the entire train.

Perish, rise from the cauldron, and fall from the sky!

Countless high-pitched and piercing sounds burst out from the storm, not only the railroad tracks falling apart under the ravages of the storm, but also cracks and **** spews continuously emerging on the hideous train.

A stern cold light broke through the air, tearing the hatch, wiping Lu Baiyan's eyes and flying past, leaving a **** red mark on his cheek.

The curse surged, seeping into the wound, deep into the bone marrow, and quickly dissipated without a trace.

The open wound squirmed, and a butterfly crawled out, slowly spreading its wings, and metamorphosing from the cocoon. On the jet-black wings, the black eyes were stained with scarlet.

The train shook violently, and countless fragments fell off from it, smashed quickly in mid-air, and turned into stone cocoons one after another, from which countless butterflies flew out and opened their wings.

Against the **** storm, rushed into the sky.

Soaring like a fish in the curse, quickly transforming itself, transforming the environment, and turning the curse that can kill everything into a nutrient pool for self-growth.

Under the will of Daisi Ming, **** seems to be turned into a happy land.

Countless black butterflies are like ink, flowing slowly in the sky and the sky, where they pass, outline the remnants of the road, turning the whole world into black and white.

It's like a picture of **** drawn by splash ink.

That is the large group he cultivated, and the black butterfly has been transformed from the solidified essence of hell!

At this moment, the world turned into white paper, and the train outlined by the wild thick ink ran violently, passing through the tyrannical **** storm, and galloping toward hell.

At that moment, a loud noise burst from the sky!

The train shook suddenly.

A section of the carriage was cut off from the middle.

Then, a second loud noise burst out, roaring from the side, tearing the surging sea of ​​butterflies, and violently opening the top of the carriage. Only a sharp iron light passed by.

A paper knife roughly cut the freehand famous painting in front of you.

Everything is falling apart quickly.

In the same roar of shelling.

Steel wings unfolded from the **** storm, countless waves of crows hovered above the sky, and those hungry predators indifferently looked down at everything below their feet.

When Huai Shi raised his finger, an angry red light gathered from one of them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After attaching the qualitative change of the source weapon, the crow roared and swooped toward the earth.

It is like a shell out of the chamber, rubbing the air, burning to crimson, carrying this solidified anger, falling from the sky!

The dancing ink was crushed, causing ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the burning crow burst into pieces, spreading countless fragments, and once again shattered an entire carriage!

Soon, in the cage of dreams, the returning wisp of origin was reborn, and the excited iron crow rose from the pool, and after getting rid of the water droplets on his body, he squeezed to the front of the TV and began to watch the broadcast provided by the live companion. Others got to the cage again and started queuing...

This roller coaster ride is exciting!

And when Huai Shi's palm was raised again, hundreds of firelights rose from the rising of the crows-no longer the previous one-shot and two-shots.

Anger, sadness, compassion, virtue, pain, resentment...

Full ammunition loading.

The black and white world was torn apart by the surging light, and the sky also changed colors in accordance with Huai Shi’s mind, reconciling with each other. When the chaotic colors surging, it shrouded everything in the shadow of despair. .

At this moment, when Huai Shi’s raised finger slipped down among the mountains, thunder bursts through the world of death covered by ice and snow.

——Jiyi·Symphony!

Since the return of Helios, this is the first time that Huaishi has tried to go all out in the struggle-the source of the divine nature has shrouded the entire snowy field with the light,

When the long homology finally ended, what fell from the sky at this moment, gathered the fury from the entire ice wasteland!

Heaven, come!

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