Chapter 653 Cang Wang returns to the throne

  From the "deceitful corpse" of the scavenger leaving the field, to the retreat of Dagon and Mr. Gudao, until the "Golden Wall" was re-blocked, it was only a few breaths.

  However, it was this very short time, this small episode, that accelerated the process of the downfall of the worldly esoteric sect...

  The King in Cang Yi killed the commander, and temporarily lost his opponent, and began to roam the field recklessly, looking for opportunities to play tricks, making the remaining angels fearful.

  No one knows who the next target to be decapitated is!

  Like an invisible ghost, following behind him all the time, the omen of death soared to the extreme, as if at any time he could hear the terrifying sound of the blade slicing across the back of the neck and scratching the bones of the cervical spine.

   But no matter how vigilant the scrolls and other angels are, accidents always happen.

   Either the terrain suddenly changed unpredictablely, or I "ignored" some details inexplicably, resulting in frequent mistakes in battle.

The angels on the scroller's side are quite clear that behind these "accidents" are their own destiny lines, which were instigated by an invisible hand, causing the original development track to take a sharp turn downwards, leading to an irreversible and terrible situation. abyss…

  噗—

  Mr. Snow, who was fighting the silent lady Margaret, stood on an ice field created by him. The huge "weasel" with snow-white wings on its back had just exchanged a blow with the dark magic wolf, and its head flew out of thin air.

   On the spinning head of the mouse, there was still a look of astonishment.

  Although he was fully vigilant, he still didn't notice the trace of King Cang, and he didn't even catch the slightest sign before the opponent made a move...

horrible!

terrible!

  This is the last thought of Mr. Snow.

  As an eternal existence, an angel-level ancient god, of course He will not die because of losing his head, but the key point is that there are indelible "crystals" and "strings" on Cangwang's sword blade.

  Once you are injured, they will penetrate everywhere, scrambling to corrode the body and spirit... So to be precise, the Laughing Lady and the Commander did not die from the slashing, but died from the erosion.

  Mr. Snow could clearly perceive that in the short moment when he was headed by the owl, he went through several rounds of "competition" with the opponent in terms of personality, weight and resistance.

   But the result was a fiasco.

  His gradually quieting consciousness seems to be able to see a tall pale figure standing at the end of his life, overlooking himself with indifferent eyes, and condemning himself to death with a cross sword.

   That is King Cang.

  The King of Pale Clothes, Jack Speight.

  After the opponent becomes eternal, it is impossible for ordinary angels to be his opponent. In the fairyland, the opponent can even hunt wantonly from god-level angels by virtue of his personality comparable to that of a true god...

  Mr. Snow regretted entering the fairyland, but it was too late.

  Boom!

  Snow Gentleman's head crashed down, shattering the ice field.

  A piece of snow-white ground cracked like a mirror, and the huge, headless, two-winged creature in the center instantly turned into a crystal sculpture, losing its breath.

   "Mr. Snow...is dead...I...have no way to escape..."

  A tall and thin fir tree made of endless soil and gravel is standing in the torrential flood. A round of expressionless human faces emerge on the surface, and the mouth slowly whispers.

  "This is destiny...the final fate of the ancient gods...returning to the embrace of no return...what Mr. Clough once said to me...a prophecy..."

  噗—

  An invisible sword curtain fell from top to bottom.

  Xiangsugi closed her eyes, showing a relieved smile.

   The smiling face instantly split and split in half.

  When the crystals covered His body, at first glance, it looked like a pale flower bud blooming on the surface of the sea.

  The "God of Immobilization" Xiang Shan, has fallen!

The God of Cats, the Three Painful Ladies, Xi Ke, and the Gatekeeper all showed surprise... Although they also cannot perceive the existence of Cang Wang, they can make up an invisible form in their brains through the posture of the enemy angel being decapitated. A figure wandered around the arena with that cross sword in his hand.

   This is a fairyland, his home field!

  He is the king here, the only ruler here!

  Puff Chi—

  The Curser Leonid's withered face showed a stiff expression.

  He lowered his head, and saw a fine wound appeared out of thin air on his left chest, and blood gushed out... The heart in the chest cavity was twisted to pieces, and countless microscopic particles shone with pale light, flowing through the whole body along the blood.

  In the blink of an eye, an ivory white cross sword covered with beautiful patterns quietly came into view, stained with his own blood, and his gray and emaciated face was reflected on the shiny sword.

  The tip of the sword reflects the light of the scorching sun in the fairyland, gorgeous and dazzling.

   There was a snap.

  The high crown of the Curator fell down, revealing a head of dry and messy dark brown long hair, covering His ferocious expression.

  Even if he didn't turn his head, he could still sense that a figure in a pale robe was standing behind him expressionlessly, holding the sword.

  Leonid was on the verge of exhaustion.

   He is powerless to fight again.

   Lifting his head, the scroller saw that the God of Cats, the Three Painful Ladies, Xike, the Gatekeeper and Oscar had already stood in front of him, looking at him with pity.

  The golden sacred tree in the distance swayed gently in the breeze.

   There was silence all around.

   "A brand new era is really coming, but unfortunately...it has nothing to do with me."

  The examiner's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was extremely miserable. His mummy-like palm picked up an old sheepskin.

   In this process, Oscar and others did not stop it.

   just watched Him quietly.

  The curler, with blood on his fingertips, wrote on the sheepskin—

"Fifth Era, in mid-June of solar calendar 4428, the mudman obeyed the gods, and the scroller Leonid planned to attack the fairyland and seize the authority of the Cang King... The ancient gods Emerald Bird, Laughing Lady, Thousand Commander, and Snow Gentleman Falling, falling, falling... Leonid falling!"

  His finger stopped, and he laughed inexplicably.

   "Greed is indeed the original sin of the earth. It seems that you are indeed more foresight than me, Sid."

   "You understand too late, Leonid."

  Xike Sid Mitchell just shook his head.

  The examiner knew he was going to die, so he smiled and asked:

   "What about fate? It represents a sad fate. After dominating the Sixth Era, what should the world... let everything end in tragedy?"

"you are wrong."

   Xi Ke said lightly.

  "Sorrow is left to fate itself... What the world gets is laughter, joy, and beauty."

  The examiner couldn't help but startled.

  All the angels also shifted their gazes, and looked at the tall figure in pale clothes behind the scroller.

   Carrying sorrow in oneself, giving joy to the world?

this…

Is    the mission of the King in Cangyi...

   "Haha, this is also the motto left by Duke Huan? Sid."

   Leonid laughed hoarsely.

  Xike’s expression was serious, and he said solemnly:

"No, he never said such a thing, but he took practical actions to convey such facts to the world, to history, and to me, a witness... If it weren't for Huan Gong, this world would have ceased to exist, you don't need to believe it , can also be ridiculed, even contempt, but... this is fate."

  The examiner's smile gradually disappeared, and there was a long silence.

   "Sorry, I can't understand..."

  The crystals gradually spread from his chest to other parts, gradually climbing up his neck and cheeks.

  Finally, Leonid whispered:

   "But I will give you due respect as the **** of the earth, the pioneer of a new era, the creator of a new history, King Cang."

  His movements gradually became stiff, and his eyes finally fell on Xike.

   "I hate you, Sid, but I also envy you, who can witness a brand new history..."

   After finishing speaking, the scroller completely turned into a cold crystal statue.

   Xike Xide sighed, stepped forward, bent down and picked up the sheepskin on the ground, after a glance, he asked the pale figure again:

   "King Cang, can I keep this sheepskin?"

  Chen Lun was a little surprised.

  Xike's attitude towards him is very respectful, out of the tone of equal communication.

   "Of course, please."

  Chen Lun nodded.

   Seeing this, Xi Ke solemnly put him in his arms.

  Chen Lun looked around, and immediately raised his hand and spread his five fingers.

  Derived from the unique divinity of Ms. Laughing Lady, Chief Commander, Gentleman Snow, Shanshan and Scroller, a total of nine colorful light clusters fall on the palm of your hand.

  Except for the two copies of the earth's only divinity of the scroller, the remaining seven are like the "bad luck" authority of the emerald bird, and belong to the only divinity of heretics.

  He intends to give these as rewards to the angels present. After all, it is thanks to them that the fairyland can be kept.

   Yet these angels were completely uninterested.

   "We can't absorb and digest the only divinity of the heretics, and it doesn't have any effect in our hands...You can keep it. Based on my understanding of 'No Return', they may have unexpected effects."

   Oscar laughed.

   Seeing this, Chen Lun took away these unique divinities without forcing him.

  But he took out two copies of the only divinity from the scroller, and handed them to Xi Ke, who was a little stunned.

   "King Cang?"

  Chen Lun just smiled and said lightly:

   "I'll kill Montgomery."

   Xi Ke couldn't help but startled.

  Of course he heard the subtext of the other party.

   King Cang inherited Duke Huan's last wish, and he is bound to complete the great cause of killing the Seven Gods... and these two unique divinities are his own kindness.

  He wants to make himself the future Landlord God!

Even though Xi Ke has never had the ambition to become a god, and just wants to live a peaceful life in the hometown of Shengai... But fate is so strange, when He chose to believe in King Cang and helped the Sun King in the first battle, things developed The direction has already changed.

   Recalling what Leonid said to himself just before his death.

   Xi Ke couldn't help thinking deeply.

  Perhaps, staying in the fairyland in the future, becoming a **** believed by the Shuguang Church, and witnessing the opening of a new era by King Cang would be an interesting thing.

"Thanks."

   Sid gave an extremely rare thank you.

  He took the two copies of the only divinity, and bowed to King Cang.

  【"Xi Ke" Sid Mitchell's favorability towards you has increased! 】

  【Currently respect! 】

   Chen Lun smiled when he saw this.

  He was not busy chatting with the angels, but turned his head to look aside, the hat boy and the earl who were sitting weakly on the ground.

  These two ancient gods belonged to the bottom of the earthly esoteric religion. After they were captured by King Cang, they were unable to contain the raging crystals in their bodies, so they endured fear and watched the entire process of the "Battle of Tianyuan".

  The desperation in their hearts gradually spread, and reached its peak after the death of the Cursor Leonid...

  When all the angels turned their eyes, Cang Wang walked towards him with the cross sword in his hand, and the two of them were terrified.

  But Oscar suggested with a smile at this time:

   "Jack, the authority of these two guys is a bit interesting, maybe you can let them work for you."

"Um?"

  Chen Lun's sword edge stopped in front of Earl Xue Tong, and there was a slight difference... The opponent's flowered hat was cut in half by the sword edge, which looked extremely funny.

   "Potency, potency!"

  The earl of learning tongue hastily repeated.

  Chen Lun narrowed his eyes, and mist flashed in his eyes, reflecting the figures of the hat boy and the earl of the tongue.

   ‘‘Hoarding’ Authority vs. ‘Imitating’ Authority…’

  He immediately saw through the strength of the two of them, secretly thought it was interesting.

   "How about staying under the White Throne from now on?"

   Chen Lun looked down at the two of them and asked calmly.

   "'God of Fruits' Ronan pays tribute to you, the great King of Pale Clothes."

  The hat boy was very sensible, and immediately knelt down on the ground.

   It's just that His body is too short, so that only the large pointed hat can be seen on the ground, and the voice comes from it.

   "'Mirror God' Douglas salutes you, the great King of Pale Clothes."

  The Earl of Learning Tongue followed suit and knelt down and surrendered together.

  Chen Lun was not at ease, and immediately drew up a contract of the highest standard out of thin air with his fingers. The fingertips were covered with crystals, which grew into a continuous document at a speed visible to the naked eye, floating in the air.

  The regulations on the contract are quite harsh, even worse than the secular contract of prostitution, but the hat boy and the earl of the tongue don't care. It's enough to survive... As eternal existence, they don't want to die just like that.

  When two people sign the contract.

   There was a crisp sound of wine glasses clashing from the far end.

   Jingle!

   And a familiar, elegant chuckle came:

   "I witness."

   It is Conrad who has become the true **** of conspiracy.

  But this time, everyone at the scene heard it clearly. After saying "I witness", Conrad obviously let out a little surprise.

   Immediately burst into laughter.

   "Come over for a drink when you're free, my friend."

   Today’s update is seven thousand five, let Fei Wan sit on his hips for a while

  

  

  (end of this chapter)