Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 344

Qianjo had an epiphany during the battle and successfully advanced to the third stage [Rakshasa Girl].

At this moment, the six-armed Rakshasa behind her was no longer a phantom, but a gilded golden body with angry eyebrows. Looking at it, there is another three-point blur, but it is condensed to the extreme qi. This qi is like armor, and it glows golden light a foot away from her body, and the naked eye can see an indestructible heavy feeling.

Su Lun looked gloomy in his eyes.

Whether it is Mr. Kagami or the "Juggernaut" Akutagawa Ryuichi that they met before, they all commented that Qianjo has a heart of kendo that is almost impeccable, and his achievements in kendo in the future are immeasurable. Now, with the opportunity of [Bodhi Zi]'s epiphany, she has broken through the talent of Three Understandings, which almost only exists in the legend.

Unfortunately, this is a swan song.

As Chijo said, this is her strongest state in her life.

At this moment, she pointed her sword at the sky, without any fear, she called out the name of "Izanami".

The sky above his head was terrifyingly low, and the tumbling purple-red thunderclouds seemed to be slowly sinking and rumbling, as if to smash the sky into pieces with thunder.

When the dignified Rakshasa golden body appeared, even the countless demons and ghosts were shocked.

The ghost kings looked at each other in dismay, and did not dare to touch their edge.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of Sanskrit chanting ringing in my ears, echoing between the heavens and the earth.

"I see the evil spirits of all living beings in hell, the signs of Mora, and none of them enter my eyes... I see the Lord of Hell, Lord Huangquan, Venerable Yan Mo, all the gods do not disturb my heart... Nine mountains and eight seas , I will continue to be without me, ghosts and monsters, I will not cut without me. After my sword is out, I can open mountains, cut rivers, split seas, and cut ghosts and gods..."

Before the voice fell, a vision suddenly appeared in the sky.

A gap suddenly opened in the thick thundercloud, and a dazzling golden Buddha light shone down from the gap. In this dark place of Huangquan, as if a few golden swords were interspersed from the sky.

Where the Buddha's light shone, a group of evil spirits could not avoid it, and they cried out in pain, and were instantly burned into ashes by the light.

That beam of light finally pierced the filthy mist and shone on Qianjo's Rakshasa Jin.

For a time, the golden light was prosperous, like a **** descending.

It seems to be the technique of "one word becomes a prophecy" of Shinto, and the sword intent accumulated in her body at this moment is also heightened to the extreme with this chanting.

Then there is the inexhaustible dark spiritual power that continuously gathers in the sword, and the sword energy overflows for 300 meters. It was as if her sword would shatter the entire Huangquan as long as it was only slashed out.

At this moment, a more exaggerated scene appeared.

Looking up, a golden Rakshasa golden body suddenly appeared in the crack, with a solemn appearance, overlooking the entire Huangquan sentient beings.

Suddenly, the huge golden body of Rakshasa in the sky became furious and glared at the King Huangquan who was watching the battle at the beginning.

Then came Izanami's vicious curse after being offended, "You humble ant, how dare you offend a great god!"

"Humph!"

Qianjo snorted coldly.

But it doesn't matter whether the king responds or not.

With her knife, the meaning of "killing the gods" has been decided.

However, how can those mountain spirits and ghosts tolerate a human being to offend the great king in their hearts?

How could Qiantiao pass them and go directly to their king?

Although they were instinctively afraid of the dazzling Buddha's light, the ghost kings from all sides shouted, and the monstrous ghosts that had just subsided for a long time suddenly boiled again.

The black tide gathered by the ghosts swept away overwhelmingly,

The monstrous ghost is like a wave hitting the shore, and it seems to want to extinguish the Buddha's light in the sky.

However, it's too late.

The whole world is pitch black,

But suddenly, a light came on.

Although it is weak,

helpless,

But...

Punctured this endless darkness!

Thousands of six arms held the knife and rushed towards the black ghost tide without fear, with a cheerful and free smile in his mouth: "Hahahaha...Izanami, you monsters and ghosts can't stop me. !"

If she is a **** of war, wherever she goes, she will be destroyed and nothing can stop her.

At this moment, Chijo had already rushed in front of Izanami,

The high **** seemed to feel fear for the first time.

Is he God?

Do not!

He is nowhere near as good!

[Fallen Angel] But a real god-level, his limbs, how can this Izanamei, who looks like a **** by some means, be able to match?

He also felt the fear of being wiped out under the sword of Qianjo.

At this moment, seeing that the ghosts in the sky couldn't stop the rushing human being, Izanami finally made her move.

He raised his hand and waved, and a strange green sea of ​​fire appeared in front of him.

That flame seems to be able to burn everything, wherever it passes, mountains, rocks, plants, goblins and ghosts... everything burns.

Thousands of trips still haven't stopped.

At the last moment of rushing into the sea of ​​green fire, she looked back at the distance.

It happened to be facing Su Lun in the distance.

The last look back in my life,

She laughed.

In Edo, the blind female violinist once predicted this scene: Qianjo would go away with a sword in the sea of ​​fire, but her face showed no regrets or regrets.

what...!

what...! !

what...! ! !

Su Lun looked at Qianju, whose body had begun to burn, with a heart-wrenching pain.

He knew that Qianjo was creating opportunities for himself.

Without attracting the attention of that Izanami, no matter how strong the means of life-saving can be deceived.

At this moment, Su Lun felt as if he was hallucinating, as if he heard the farewell words again, "Su Lun, goodbye. You live well. Don't let my death, it's not worth it."

Su Lun calmed down from that almost crazy state at once.

fear death?

Do not.

Having experienced death, he is not so afraid of death.

Being able to die with someone who can entrust his life is worth it.

But at this moment, the more I looked at Qianjo's back, the sentence repeated over and over in my mind: "Don't let my death...not worth it".

Just like Yuko before, Chijo gave up her life, hoping that Su Lun would survive.

As if stunned.

The words kept echoing in his mind.

Fight for what!

Why should I bear your life to live on!

Su Lun was furious in his heart. He controlled the mechanical armor to rush frantically in the tide of ghost fog, as if he wanted to use the killing to tilt the grief in his heart. He wanted to rush over and go with Qianjo to cut down the aloof god.

But...

why,

Why can't I do anything!

Su Lun could only watch helplessly.

The more you kill, the calmer your heart becomes.

Where did he stop suddenly.

At this moment, Qianjo shouted loudly in the distance, and finally slashed out the Profound Truth that had been accumulating power for a long time.

In Sensoji Temple, Su Lun used to practice the sword with Qianjo for a long time.

There was a conversation like this.

"I have the strongest sword in my heart, and I can't kill it now. But in the future, I will definitely be able to kill all gods and demons. Su Lun, please help me with a domineering name..."

"Batian Crazy Dragon Slash?"

"Bah, can you make your name a little more vulgar! Can you choose a... um, a name that sounds like a poem?"

"That's called... Dawn of a New World?"

"Okay! That's it. My sword shows the 'Light of Dawn', a sword that brings hope to people."

Qianjo then gave this sword a nice name, and called it—"The Dawn of the Profound Truth, New World!"

Qianjo slashed down with one knife, and the phantom of the golden body of the 10,000-foot Rakshasa in the sky also slashed down with the knife at the same time.

In an instant, the sky was thundered down at the same time, and the movement was exaggerated to the extreme.

The rolling thunder element filled the entire field of vision.

This knife directly smashed the [Gate of Yellow Springs] in the sky.

The light of thunder and lightning is connected into a network, covering vision, perception, energy fluctuations... everything.

That Thunder Sea Hell Town killed almost all the unavoidable ghosts in the center of the battlefield. But only where Su Lun was, Leiguang lost a bit of power.

Sullen knew this was his only chance of survival.

This is a thousand lives in exchange.

There was grief in his eyes, he gritted his teeth fiercely, or the Warlock Yin pinched him and got out of the cockpit of the battle armor.

No ghosts noticed this place, and all eyes were drawn to Chijo's slash.

"Boom" after a loud bang.

Su Lun could not hear or see.

I don't know how long it took.

Su Lun woke up from his slumber.

He struggled a bit, and realized that he should have been buried.

After a while, Su Lun's memory seemed to resume from the "fragmented state".

"Am I alive..."

Su Lun murmured in his heart.

But I can't bring up any joy in the rest of my life.

He remembered everything.

Chijo cut off the last sword.

Suren didn't see it.

He jumped into the crevice, hid, and woke up now.

This is what Su Lun learned from Mr. Jing, the blood family's "dormant suspended animation", borrowing some alchemy potions, you can use very low consumption without breathing to make the body fall into suspended animation. Then there is the [Shroud of the Iceman of Oz], the forbidden object, which restrains its breath. There are also "substitute corpses" of his own tissue culture. Several means can block almost any perception means.

The plan appears to be a success.

He was still alive, which meant that he was not discovered by Izanami.

Su Lun struggled for a while, and untied the [Thousand Silk] breeding suit, and the sharp silk threads were introduced into the gaps in the soil, extending in all directions like the roots of grass and trees.

Then, he felt the ground.

About ten meters above.

Su Lun loosened the soil with silk threads, like a zombie crawling out of a grave, struggling to finally breathe again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, removed the shroud from his body, and looked around.

Because of that battle, the place was devastated, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the ground was full of cracks. What is even more terrifying is that a bottomless abyss suddenly appeared in the distance.

The shape of the abyss is very strange, in the shape of a "T".

The horizontal line seems to have been burned by the flame, and there are obvious burning marks.

And the vertical incision is very sharp, dozens of meters wide, as if it was cut out.

Su Lun remembered that the last scene he saw was Qianjo's slash at Izanami.

Did you kill it?

no.

The vertical slash marks were completely blocked in front of which burning marks.

Su Lun identified the origin of the green flame at the last glance.

【Fire God Kaguchi Earth God True Flame】

Detailed explanation: The divine fire that cannot be extinguished, one of the original true fires of the heavens; the death law of the high-ranking gods and the law of fire are condensed, which can burn everything; the goal is endless, and the flame does not go out.

"Even that sword energy has been burned..."

Su Lun looked at the traces of the battlefield and analyzed the results.

[Fire God of Kaguchi] is a very special existence in the mythology of Yamayin. He is the son of God born to Izanami.

But it was also because of the birth of this **** of fire that Izanami was burned to death by the special flame, and this became the Lord of Huangquan.

The flame mastered by this **** is the original fire that can burn the true **** to death.

"Fujiwara Hayato really found some very special treasures... Did he really find it from Huangquan country?"

Su Lun thought in his heart that he would appear in the cursed space, which was naturally a collection of that great adventurer and great writer.

The door thought of this, and suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion in his mind!

He suddenly realized: "I understand... I finally understand what's going on in this cursed space!"

At the same time, in Huangquan Country, a wine shop in a ghost town.

An elegant old woman is leisurely holding a book, reading it with relish.

The surrounding ghosts seemed to turn a blind eye, all ignoring her existence.

She watched, muttering to herself from time to time.

"Gustav, you still like writing tragic endings so much. The tragedies you wrote back then made readers throw rocks and smash the glass of your house many times. Don't you know that readers don't like this kind of story? Why, Is it because I married the South because of my obedience to my family, so you still have some resentment?"

"You actually used the high rune to describe the gods in the book... God, your literary talent, no one can match you in this era."

"Yo...? If the world is a prison, then love is the key to unlocking the prison. You still left some hope for those wonderful loves."

She saw the final ending of the book and wrote this paragraph: "Su Lun finally survived, absorbed a lot of ghost energy, his law of death has exceeded the upper limit of the law of death contained in space, and he has seen the truth of the world. "

This is an unfinished book.

But the story ends here.

Seeing this, the old woman seemed to see an ending that satisfied her, and she suddenly smiled: "Hey... I thought I was going to help him, but it doesn't seem to be necessary. That girl's eyes from Katyusha , it's really good. I'm really looking forward to where that girl will go in the end..."

The story is still going on, but she went to watch it or not.

Because the story came to this point, the old woman saw what the author left her: "Natasha, I can't wait for you. I can only leave my story in the book. I hope you can see it one day."

Reading this, she smiled tenderly, her eyebrows were like flowers, as if she responded to the person who wrote the book across the times, "Well, here I am."

After reading other people's stories, she seems to have decided to do her own thing.

She held the book and said to herself softly: "Gustav, you are gone, and I have come to the end of my life. Our story has come to an end. But I also know that you must be there waiting for me. . When this story is reopened, our story should start anew. I am very curious, what does the me in your writing look like..."

Seeing this, the old man seemed to have exhausted the last bit of her energy and slowly closed the thick book.

With a girlish look of anticipation, she turned to the first page that no one had ever opened, and read it from the beginning.

At the beginning of the story, it was written like this: "It was a sunny morning, and I finally entered the Luying Royal Academy, which was my dream. And I also met the most beautiful girl in my life..."

The old man watched, watched, and could not feel tears welling up in his eyes.

At this moment, a miraculous scene appeared.

The surrounding scene began to change, as if the space was distorted, and time was rapidly receding.

The old age on her face changed visibly. The deep folds gradually dissipated, and then became smooth and smooth, turning into the appearance of a jade-like girl in a blink of an eye.

Her silver hair gradually took on color, and it became a big wavy hair of purple like a waterfall.

The shriveled and stooped figure has also become plump, with bulging **** and upturned buttocks.

What a gorgeous girl this is.

Once, she was so young.

The surrounding scene changed, from a ghost town to a classroom of Luying Royal Academy.

She closed her brand new notebook and heard someone say hello.

Turning to look, a young man with a sunny face stretched out his hand towards her and introduced friendly: "Hello, my beautiful deskmate, my name is Gustav, it's a pleasure to meet you. My dream To become a great writer, a great adventurer! Now, we are classmates."

He is not too handsome, and his clothes are cheap, and his family background is not very good.

But the bright sunlight outside the window just shone on his face, reflecting a pair of beautiful pale blue pupils. Those eyes are very deep and pure, as if hiding the stars in the summer night sky.

The purple-haired girl stretched out her slender hand~www.mtlnovel.com~ in response to an aristocratic gift and smiled sweetly: "Hello, my name is Natasha."

The two held their hands gently together, feeling each other's warmth.

The first time they met, Natasha had a hunch that she was about to usher in a vigorous love affair.

Just then.

A paragraph of the author's self-reported text appeared on a notebook: "Actually, I knew for a long time that we were not suitable, but you still rejected all suitors and walked with me on a fruitless road. Although it is not long, it will be unforgettable in my life. Natasha, I have no resentment at all, just some regrets. I regret that I met the most beautiful you when I had nothing but dreams in my life. But in my whole life, I am glad to have met you... I wrote our story in it, so that our youth will never fade. Love you forever - Carl Gustav Jung."

The story of Gustav and Natasha, a commoner boy and a big noble lady, ends here.

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