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Chapter 426 Mirror Door Opens
The edge bursting out from the stone pillar was so sharp that it cut through the scarlet blood-stained sky.

But within that sharp edge, there was a hint of indomitable spirit and anger.

It was like a wild beast that had finally escaped from prison, crying with joy and roaring wildly!

It is in pain, it is frustrated, it cries...

It hates it!
It is unwilling!
It should have been in the hands of the most powerful, brutal and brave warrior of the time to conquer the world.

It could have listened to the music of wailing and screaming!
It could have savored the taste of hatred and anger!

It could have killed and destroyed with impunity!

However, it has been imprisoned in this cramped stone sheath for more than two thousand years!!!

It’s a full two thousand two hundred and ten years!!!

"My anger is impatient!"

"My pain has burned to a fever!"

"This world should also feel the pain and sorrow I have felt over the past two thousand years!!!"

"Uh, why do you speak so half-literately? It sounds so contradictory...Are you illiterate again?"

The female dancer who fell from the sky grabbed the restless sword blade fragment in her hand, and suddenly countless sharp edges of resistance burst out from her fist!
The palm of his hand was immediately covered with countless penetrating holes, like a honeycomb full of holes!
But now she already possessed the deformed power of Qi Xiang, and the essence of her life gradually became distorted and inhuman, and her flesh and blood's ability to withstand opening and disassembly increased significantly.

The penetrating scar that cannot be completely erased not only cannot cause any harm to the female dancer, but on the contrary will only make her power grow even stronger!
The female dancer looked at her gradually shattered palm and just shook her head impatiently.

"Alas, why are there so many illiterate people like you around me... Forget it, let me teach you how to speak!"

Seventy-seven forty-nine strange noises suddenly rang out from the sword fragments!
These forty-nine strange noises were intertwined and yet independent of each other, like thick flames burning noisily, like dusty weapons roaring furiously, like, and like...

The broken blade fragments listened to these words that resounded directly in the depths of their spirits, and suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

This familiar resounding words, this familiar brutal tone, this familiar sense of oppression... It's just, just like the one back then!!!
"Is this what the general said?!"

The blade fragments trembled violently, and the sharp edge that seemed to vent anger gradually became gentle, "Could it be..."

"Hmm." The female dancer clenched her palm hard, and the scar on her palm flowed with dark and sticky blood like crude oil.

The dark blood continued to tremble slightly, and in the sticky and wriggling darkness, there were still seventy-seven and forty-nine words of resistance clanging.

This familiar rhythm of battle made the blade fragment feel even more at home, as if it had returned to its glorious past.

At that time it was still a complete sword blade, one of the most powerful weapons in the world!

Its indestructible edge can cut through all stubborn things in the world. Even the essence of steel that has matured into red can hardly resist its sharpness!
When it is held in the hands of the most courageous person in the world, it becomes the most violent and powerful weapon in history!!!
"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I understand, I know it all...Brother Lion has already told me about your glory and your honor."

"Your grief, your rage... I already know it all."

"It is precisely because of this that Brother Lion reluctantly handed you over to me... Your rebellious spirit will surely help me complete the mission Brother Lion assigned to me."

"Let us join hands to ignite the red fire of change in the world!"

"A spark will spread all over the prairie, and it will never go out!!!"

The fragments of the sword blade trembled wildly with joy, and the ancient silver metal gradually melted like trembling white magma.

The pitch-black blood mixed with the molten white iron, entangled with each other, like a fight for life and death, but also like a dance together, unable to tell the difference between them.

"Kuanmian, I'll give this body back to you... Play is allowed, make noise is allowed, but please don't damage my little pet."

The deformed snake hiding in the door nodded in ecstasy. The female dancer spread out her palms, her five fingers slightly bent like claws, and scratched, pulled, and tugged at the top of her head, peeling off the skin that was riddled with holes but still white and smooth.

"As for this skin, I have other uses for it for now, so just keep it with me for now."

The female dancer, revealing her twisted snake-like skin, raised her hand and threw away the neatly folded layer of creamy skin.

The chaotic darkness deep within the snake-shaped vertical pupils gradually disappeared as the skin peeled off.

A broken one-eyed moth, whose reality was indistinguishable, slowly crawled out from the crack behind its skull.

The moth's wings and scales were still in tatters, and its belly was still pierced, but its limbs... were already covered with a layer of angry, trembling silver edges!

The broken one-eyed moth gently flapped its wings and flew towards the deformed young man below.

Sebastian also stretched out his arms and hugged his father who had landed.

The dark and lifeless flesh trembled with excitement, and the third eye that had disappeared on the forehead opened again.

The Eye of Chaos and Madness slowly swept across the scarred desert, and every broken bone fragment trembled in fear under this extremely sharp gaze.

The deformed young man smiled with satisfaction, opened his chest and ribs, and stuffed the neatly folded brick of cream into the empty space in his body cavity, so that the cup and moth blood could fully nourish this dancing skin.

Watson stomped his feet lightly, and countless tiny black flames bloomed.

The insatiable hunger for destruction finally got to enjoy this incomplete and rare feast.

This time, the dark flame will be able to burn and devour this tiny, broken world to its heart's content.

The yellow sand was burning, the white bones were burning, and even the already scarlet sky began to burn.

This burning is dark, dull and unstoppable!
The black flames spread silently to the boundary between the sky and the earth, devouring everything in its cold boiling.

The flames of destruction have already burned inside this narrow box world, and all remnants of resistance and conflict will be transformed into nutrients for the violent burning of destruction.

In the boundless black flames, the remaining scarlet sunset was completely extinguished, the dark dome collapsed, and the gloomy earth seemed to be rising.

The tomb world of the Shadowless Kings is shrinking continuously.

Only the deformed young man and the deformed snake girl stood within the destruction, independent of the destruction.

This world is now only the size of a living room, with flowing darkness above and burning darkness underfoot.

What still stood in front of the two was a tall round mirror.

A rough lintel was placed across the top of the frame, it was the last skeleton left of a momentary door that was not allowed to appear, the skeleton of the door still engraved the secret passage between the worlds.

A crack of regret crossed the mirror surface. The slight crack twisted and swirled inside the mirror like a whirlpool, but one could vaguely glimpse the dawn desert inside the mirror beyond the whirlpool.

This is the entrance door to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings that Watson and Mary passed through, and it is also the exit door to the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings that he and the Distorted Snake will pass through.

The deformed young man nodded slightly, and the snake woman, who was adapting to her body, immediately crawled forward.

Her skull knocked against the skull of the Mirror Gate, and her opening unlocked the opening of the Mirror Gate.

The mirror door quietly opened, and the morning glow of dawn shone into the dark room, and the sad sigh of the ancient lion Daiqisi could be heard faintly.

"I, I failed..."

(End of this chapter)