High Magic Earth

Yi Chou stood there quietly, and the Black Heart also stood there, with a restrained breath, like a **** above. ｛Starter}

"That's it..." Yi Biao said casually, "Mamen... dead?"

Blackheart smiled lightly and patted the non-existent folds on his collar. "He...is already a part of me...you understand...it's unbearable."

"I probably get it." Yi Chou whispered, "However, you... become like this, I'm really not used to it."

He looked at the black heart indifferently, "You who absorbed so many souls...are you the original one?"

Blackheart sneered, "The answer to the question... does it make sense?"

He spread out his hands and shook his hand, "My strength...to God!"

Yi Biao's mouth outlined a mockery, "Why do you all want to be God so much, Mamen is dead, your next step, kill me, and then kill everyone?"

After saying this sentence, I hadn't waited for the black heart to do anything. The heartbeat in Yi Biao's body accelerated again, as if the signal just touched the sentence.

The boiling blood rushed through his veins, and a sudden throbbing shock shook his heart, a suffocation, a roar, hovering in Yi Noo's head.

The sudden abnormal feeling almost made him cry out.

"What Mamen didn't do... I'll do it..." Blackheart, like an elegant gentleman, spit out this sentence slowly.

But Yi Chou, who was tinnitus, did not hear clearly, only listened to a rough idea.

But the next thing, Yi Chou has already thought about it. The beeping sound has not faded. Yi's hearing is greatly affected. He resisted the discomfort and said slowly, "Mamen is dead, the apocalypse that belongs to the son of **** has been closed, the space is liberated again, do you think... who will you see?"

This strong heartbeat not only did not slow down, but became more intense. Yi Chou even had a feeling that his heart would jump out of his chest.

The mouths of the black hearts on the opposite side fit together. Yi Xiao's eyes seemed a little blurred, he could not even hear what the black heart was saying, blood. . Constantly boiling in his body. . This is like a guide. . Guide him towards the unknown.

"... So, I'm not afraid of him." Heixing's last sentence stopped, and Yi's eyes tightened.

Of course, as the black heart guiding all events, he didn't even have to think about it, and he understood what Yi Chou wanted to express. Without the natural barrier of the child of hell, I am afraid that the black heart will face the anger of God and Satan directly.

After all, the world of mankind has turned upside down. After Mamen's death, the two of them are estimated to be unable to help coming to the door in person.

but. . Legend has it that God has been missing for a long time. .

But Blackheart is not an arrogant person. But now he has absorbed the power of the Holy Deed, as Yi Chou said, he who has absorbed so many souls is still the original black heart.

Everything has to pay a price. Blackheart is fused by such a large number of souls, and his way of thinking has been somewhat affected by it, so. . He is no longer low-key.

"You... just absorbed the souls of those human beings." Yi Biao said in a word, his state is very mysterious at this time, he can even feel every trace of his body clearly after a breath. The beating of muscles is terrible and painful, but. . It's also wonderful.

"But God...but created mankind..." Yi Xiao took a breath.

Hei Xin showed a sneer, not refuting. He raised his left hand and slowly stretched to Yi Chou's neck.

But at this time, the voice of the third person suddenly sounded in mid-air, "To deal with him, you don't need a father's shot!"

The voice grew from far to near, from small to loud. The owner of the voice approached here at a very fast speed. The voice revealed seriousness, but there was no trace of panic.

The two looked up, and an angel came flying sometime in the sky not far away. It was a man in a black robe. He was slowly floating in mid-air, and behind his back was a pair of black wings dancing with the wind. He looks handsome and young.

Obviously, Blackheart knew this new angel, and the expression on his face was a little complicated, scared, and hatred. . Still killing. .

"Michael..." Blackheart said in a deep voice, his head raised high, "You..."

From the tone of the black heart, you can hear his anger, or the thrill of revenge, but. . The confrontation between the three. . Changed again.

And this time the protagonist. . It is easy.

There was no sound, but all the other two present felt a tingling sensation approaching the soul, as if in the dark, with a pair of cold eyes peeping at your soul.

Yi Xiao's hands sometime condensed a blue dagger, crystal clear, like a skillful work of art.

But it exudes a flashing light all the time, breathtaking.

Michael turned his head quickly, looking at the scene in front of him.

And Yi Xiao himself, as if he could no longer bear the boiling blood in his body, just like a puppet man controlled by people, bullied himself and stepped into the front of the black heart.

The speed was so fast that even Michael's eyes could not keep up.

Yi Xiao's face seemed to show a very human regret. The dagger in his hand flashed into the heart of the black heart, hooked, picked, and done in one go, as if this action had been drilled countless times, it was the result of painstaking efforts.

The dagger penetrated into Blackheart's body, and it was inserted into his chest.

There is no blood, but bones are visible.

Heixi bowed his head in disbelief~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked at the dagger in his heart, "This...no..."

As he spit out these two words, the light blue light shone brightly from his wound, and the dagger disappeared as the light disappeared, and more and more souls rushed out of him.

The black heart's body emits a sound like "leak."

"Impossible..." The black heart stared blankly at the rising and falling souls. Even after releasing his hand, Yi Biao himself kept the sudden movement just now. He was there, unable to figure out the situation. .

Michael's expression also froze on his face, and he swallowed what he wanted to say next.

"Impossible." Heixin slowly finished these three words, and his expression quickly faded. "You... how... how do I... maybe... yes..."

"Why...what..." (to be continued...)