All the Girls in the Comprehension World Want to Arrest Me, What Should I Do?

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As the gate of the underworld closed, You Ming fell one by one and was trampled by the army of the immortal clan. They can't stop their fairy clan's dominance, who else can stop the fairy clan?

They are the most powerful human army capable of dominating the starry sky. In the past, only Xuanhuang could stop the iron hooves of the fairy clan. Now even Xuanhuang is about to usher in the doomsday. Their fairy clan should be unstoppable in the starry sky.

The heaven of the fairy clan is coming!

At this moment, there is only one thing standing in front of the immortal clan, and that is the Asura King Xia Yi. In fact, there was only Xia Yi before. After Xia Zheng passed away, he was alone regardless of life or death. Death, death is also indomitable, endless cycle between dissipation and reorganization.

A resentment that cannot be vented, a resentment that stems from the heart.

Asura King raised his head to the sky and screamed, holding a dilapidated iron spear and rushed towards Nantian God desperately. Nantian God could easily block Asura King's attack with just his hands. Even though Asura King did have the power to rival demigods, It's a pity that he already has the combat power of a true god at this moment, and there are hundreds of millions of his own race behind him to help out.

"I want to see how long you can last."

Nan Tianshen's expression is very indifferent. The deeper the obsession of King Asura, the more dangerous it is to the immortals. It must be strangled in the cradle, no matter how much resentment or persistence it has, under the absolute power It will just disappear.

While waving his hands, the divine power circulated. Nan Tianshen could pierce King Asura's body with his fingers. King Asura would never dodge. He would only get up and try to attack again and again. The more frustrated King Shura became, the more courageous he became. Death would only make him angrier and more aggressive.

The more injured, the closer to exhaustion, the crazier King Asura, worthy of the name of Asura, it comes from the indestructible god of war in the underworld, and the Nantian God continued to attack King Asura until the first time he failed to kill him. King Shura repelled him, but his cheek was cut by King Asura's spear.

The blood left behind, Nan Tianshen took a few steps back, covered his face with his hands, frowned and looked at King Asura in front of him, King Asura's left arm could not be recovered at all, but the attack strength was close to that of God's .

Nan Tianshen was injured for the first time, and even he could not survive King Asura's high-intensity attack unharmed.

"Master Nantian Palace Master?"

"Are you all right?"

"Need help?"

The saints of the immortal race behind Nan Tianshen were taken aback. Nan Tianshen, who used the immortal way to open the door to obtain the power of a true god, was actually injured. Nan Tianshen immediately stretched out one hand, and then shook his head slowly, signaling to others not to make a move.

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch. You can't deal with King Asura, and let him replace any of you in the end!"

"Don't forget, people who are about to die are the craziest, let alone King Asura!"

An existence that has died countless times without falling down, how crazy it will dissipate, even the Nantian God can't say, other people are likely to be killed by King Asura.

However, during the time when Nantian God was speaking, King Asura was roaring again, and his ferociousness increased a bit. The white bones were a little red and black, and the resentment emanating from King Asura was rare in the world. Where does it seem that a lifetime can be born.

It's like... hating for thousands of years and hundreds of lives.

"Xuanhuang Demon, no matter how much you hate, you, Xuanhuang, have only one possibility of being exterminated."

"I want to open the sky and prove my golden fairy!"

Nantian God took out the second divine sword from the storage ring, which was also a very well-cast rare divine weapon. Nantian God held the sword tightly in his hand, and the divine weapon began to break, and gradually transformed into a glowing weapon. blade.

The Immortal Clan's True Immortal Slash is a terrifying killing move capable of cutting the sky. It was jointly created by the five emperors of the Immortal Clan. Only descendants who inherit the blood of the most peak period of the Immortal Clan can use it, but almost every sword will destroy a magic weapon.

But King Ashura was not afraid, and regarded the glowing blade emitting the sacred golden glow as nothing. Holding a spear in its remaining right arm, it roared and stepped forward. Nan Tianshen just cut down the sword indifferently.

True Immortal Slash is not exaggerated, nor does it have the grand scene of golden glory, but it can cut through the void and leave a golden thread that seems to extend infinitely. The golden thread just penetrates the black iron spear in King Asura's hand, and King Asura also It wasn't that it didn't know how to dodge at all, it moved a step to the left weirdly, the golden thread just cut the spear, and cut his right shoulder.

click.

The spear was broken and split into two. King Asura also lost his right arm. It stood there in a daze without both arms. Now it has not only lost its weapon, but also its arms. It has no more to fight. Power.

Seeing this, Nantian God went straight forward and wanted to continue to attack the disabled King Asura, but King Asura lowered his head to look at the broken spear on the ground, then knelt down slowly, bent down and bit the tip of the spear with his teeth. One part, stood up again.

It can still fight!

"Immortal... Clan..."

A trembling, inarticulate hoarse voice echoed above the dead stars, even Nantian God also stopped at this moment, King Asura stared at him, and he tasted fear for the first time in his life.

Even he couldn't control himself, and when he came back to his senses, he had already taken a step back.

"Tsk..."

Nan Tianshen was extremely angry at this moment, he couldn't believe that he would retreat and be timid in the face of the Xuanhuang people, he couldn't believe it, their immortal clan should all be fearless people who don't feel fear.

next moment.

King Asura charged towards him with his spear in his mouth. Nan Tian Shen stretched out his arm and turned it directly to the side of his face. Blood splattered.

"I'm never afraid of you."

After finishing speaking, Nan Tianshen directly pinched the tip of the spear with the other hand, and the cut hand clenched into a fist and punched King Ashura directly in the face, this punch almost hit King Ashura in the face King Asura was even more powerless to let go, and the broken spear was already in the hands of Nan Tianshen.

Nan Tianshen threw the spear on the ground vigorously, even stepped on it, and then, as if wanting to prove his courage, he rushed up to kill King Asura, and King Asura seized every opportunity to hit him with his head. , collided with his knees, and injured Nan Tian Shen many times, leaving Nan Tian Shen scarred and bruised.

If this was replaced by other demigods, they would have been killed by King Asura long ago.

Although the burning anger does not go out, the carrier of the anger is gradually coming to an end.

Afterwards, as both legs were also destroyed by Nantian God, King Ashura, who was only left with a broken body and half of his skull, still roared and wanted to get up.

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Bones are breaking.

It is no longer possible to regroup, but the anger is still burning, how can I vent it?

King Ashura, who fell on the ground, was dead but not stiff. He was still trembling on the ground, biting his teeth into the ground and moving his body, crawling towards the blood-soaked Nantian God.

Nan Tianshen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and face with the back of his hand, and there were not many intact parts all over his body. This King Asura actually made him fight like a true god, but the facts are the facts, no matter how Xuanhuang struggles, it will be futile.

In the end, it will only be the immortal clan, only the immortal clan. The huge disparity in combat power between the two has doomed Xuanhuang's demise from the very beginning, and there is no way to save it.

Even against the sky, there is no way to prevent Xuanhuang from disappearing into the starry sky today.

Nan Tianshen looked at King Asura whose bones had broken and fell off, and knew that this thing would dissipate if it was left alone, and perhaps because of some kind of resentment, it deliberately left King Asura with a little last time.

Stepping forward, he stepped on King Ashura's head, and then looked at the blue star on the other side of the starry sky.

"Before you disappear, witness Xuanhuang's demise."

"Youming? Asura King? Hehe, our immortal race will no longer make the mistakes we made before. Nothing in this starry sky can stop our determination to wipe out Xuanhuang."

"Now, the Tian Ji belonging to the immortal clan begins!"

Nan Tianshen kicked King Asura away, then turned around and swung his sword to point to the other side of the starry sky.

"The whole army is ordered to march into Xuanhuang, not to leave a single creature, not to leave a single plant, not to leave a single building, not to leave any traces, no matter whether it is the Xuanhuang people or the creations of the Xuanhuang people, all must disappear. , march in!!"

The Nantian God shouted loudly, and the immortal army raised their arms and shouted for it. The morale and morale of the army ushered in the highest point. The hatred that lasted for [-] years officially ended today, and this was also the most important step on the way of the immortal clan.

The flying boat was raised heavily, the golden light shone in the world, and the forces of the holy way flew to the sky. No one looked at King Ashura again. The dense army marched towards Xuanhuang, and soon left the stars and entered the starry sky.

And on the dead star, a cracked skeleton looked at the starry sky, it bit the ground with its teeth, and crawled towards the star in its eyes with all its strength, even wailing in low voices during the crawling process, that It was no longer the voice of Netherland, but the unwillingness and sorrow hidden under the endless anger.

Trembling, wriggling, wanting to go to the star, the teeth began to crack and fall off, and it used its nasal bone to support the ground and continued to move forward. The howling sound was both terrifying and full of sadness. Have you ever heard The cry of the dead?

It was a voice that was far more hopeless and sorrowful than the living.

And the nasal bone also ruptured very quickly, and the face was no longer a face, it was a completely incomplete black hole, but even so, it moved forward with its lower jaw pressed against the ground.

The lower jaw broke immediately, and it struggled with all its strength, consuming the last remaining strength of its existence, and finally collapsed like a chain effect all over its body, finally turning it into a handful of gray-white loose sand in the end.

From then on, no one will know what this handful of loose sand used to be, and what kind of story this handful of loose sand has experienced. He has been in this world and he can't escape his established fate in the end. All resistance is in vain.

Even if you can get revenge in the future and feel it in the past, it is absolutely impossible to save it now. This is the ultimate truth, and you will never want to change the reincarnation. No matter how unwilling you are, it will only deepen the powerless sorrow.

Perhaps, it is also a good thing for him to just disappear with the wind like this, repeating endless sorrow, repeating the pain of samsara, only the accumulation of resentment will eventually become an asura, but even if he chooses to let himself be tortured by eternal anger, it Still can't change the present.

Some of the swirling white ash floated towards the starry sky, as if they wanted to settle on a distant star and be lonely with it, just like the dust had settled, it was a foregone conclusion.

Even reincarnation cannot be opened again.

until……

The white ash that dissipated with the wind flies away, and at the bottom of the white ash, there is a little blue ash that has not dissipated. Those blue ash still seem to maintain something, with an extremely weak connection, maintaining the past, future and present.

That is the ashes of the stone of reincarnation, and it is also the sand of time.

Deep in the darkness, beyond the void, on the other side of cause and effect.

The sky is like a picture, the earth is like a mirror, the sky and the earth reflect all kinds of scenery, run away with tears among the thousands of dead bones, stand on the lone star after the extinction of Xuanhuang and mourn, be defeated by Jing Yi during the battle of Tianjun, and live in a strange realm Meeting a beautiful woman, sitting withered in front of the alchemy furnace, lost in the prosperous age, and then turned around.

Like a dream, the false and the real are intertwined, the thread becomes silk, the pavement becomes a painting, and it is a mess.

A young man in white stood in the center of the world, watching those images flash by from time to time.

Suddenly, a stranger who was running away with tears in his eyes amidst thousands of dead bones turned his head strangely in the painting, and looked at the boy in white standing in the middle.

"So far...?"

Soon, the screen changed, and it was a demon-like existence hiding in the darkness.

"After all, this is the result..."

Even the devil sighed, and the handsome swordsman was ushered in again. He stared at the wine gourd in his hand, then suddenly broke it, and the wine spilled all over his body.

"It's been like this for a long time, I said..."

The picture changed again, a figure stood in the sky and thunder sea, manipulating the myriad calamities with both hands.

"What is the purpose of coming back again and again!"

The thunder light annihilated his figure, and the world suddenly became more fragmented, divided into scenes of small picture scrolls, and more people who looked exactly like the boy in white turned their heads to look at the boy in white.

"Perhaps Immortal Immortal Xuanhuang, without us."

"Why don't I know!"

"But I'm not willing!"

"Which one of us has served?"

"Never...been served!"

Those voices were a little noisy, and the young man in white raised his head and looked at the fragmented picture scrolls. He could only look up to the sky and sigh softly.

"I have never regretted it, but... I just don't regret it, but what can I change if I don't regret it?"

As soon as the words came out, the heavens and the earth were silent, the young man in white clenched his palms tightly, with tears in his eyes, but he could only let go.

"Even touching the reincarnation stone prematurely, I think I am not wrong, otherwise there will be no beginning, but does this prove that I... no, we are destined to be unable to rewrite the existing foregone conclusion."

The white-clothed boy kept shaking his head. He had already fought to the point where Shura disintegrated, his soul was dead, and even his will was exhausted, but he still ushered in the same ending, not to mention hundreds of generations, even thousands of generations would be in vain!

"Not really……"