It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

It only took a few seconds for the raging wind and sand to catch up, but when they approached the half-meter area around Ling, they suddenly slowed down, and even took the initiative to bypass her, leaving an abrupt gap in this stormy world. semicircle.

It's like... they are afraid of something.

Ling reached out and took out something from his arms. It looked like a pure white jade crown mixed with scarlet impurities.

The "Crown of the End" had a strange reaction after contact with the "Corpse Hand", and they are now completely integrated into a new holy object.

The power that the crown had previously lost in the hands of its previous owner had been completely replenished.

In Ella's view, if the corpses in the ruins of the palace were given corpse hands and crowns at the same time, it would most likely create an extremely powerful Son of God in the material world immediately.

But now that Cain's remains have been completely destroyed, this possibility no longer exists.

Ling seemed completely unaware of the value of this sacred object. He just put the thinner end of the crown on his slender index finger and turned it a few times at will. The semicircular blank space in the sandy world also trembled with the girl's movements. Deformation.

The flow of sand and dust was disrupted, and this chaos exposed more things in the sea of ​​​​sand where it was difficult to identify the direction.

The eye of the wind is the source of all abnormalities.

After confirming this, Ling held the crown in his hand and disappeared instantly.

If any wizard who is good at teleportation stands here, he will find that there is no fluctuation in the space around Ling, and she does not use magic such as teleportation or blinking.This phenomenon is simply because the girl's speed exceeds the limit that can be observed by the human eye.

The air was cut open, and the dark yellow sandstorm was like being pierced by a sharp knife, leaving a long and narrow wound.

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In just a few heartbeats, Ling had reached the source of the abnormality.

At the center of the eye of the storm, the city buried in the tomb of time reappeared in the world.

There were whispers in the lost ancient city, and a few consecutive footsteps occasionally appeared on the gravel, as if there were many pedestrians walking around her.

A clay pot with burnt brown patterns fell to the ground and rolled forward along the stone path,

Ling instinctively felt that countless eyes were on her, but there was no one else on the streets of the city except her.

She closed her eyes, her footsteps paused slightly, and at some point a narrow-bladed saber was already in her hand.

The blade of the sword was stained with blood, and with the sound of heavy objects falling, something invisible rolled along the ground to the edge of the street.

There were several screams, followed by more whispers.

It was a language that Ling had never heard before, and it made people feel annoyed.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of water flowing, the sound of sharp knives cutting flesh, the sound of saws sawing hard objects, and the disgusting sounds of chewing and swallowing emerged around.

And Ling also opened his eyes again, reflecting the truth on the street in his dark yellow pupils like raptors.

A headless corpse fell at her feet, and blood from its neck spattered onto the building on the right side of the street, where there was a human head slightly larger than an ordinary human.

Looking at its face that protruded forward like a dog, Ling had a slight look of disgust on his face.

This is a ghoul, the creature she hates the most.

In her eyes, more residents appeared in different parts of the city.

These creatures exude a strong breath of life in her spiritual vision, almost indistinguishable from the living.At this time, they were happily dividing the ghoul killed by Ling, and couldn't wait to stuff the flesh and blood into their mouths or drag them into the surrounding houses.

Those residents who were not allocated flesh and blood continued their previous activities, fighting, chasing or reproducing each other with joy on their faces.

Apart from these crazy residents and the storm raging outside the city, she found no existence that caused all this.

Maybe He was hiding somewhere else, or maybe He hadn't fully awakened yet, none of this mattered to Ling.

These obviously abnormal people or non-humans are undoubtedly the family members of an evil god, and the vague sense of oppression in the air also reminds Ling of the essence of this city.

In this case, things become simple and clear——

In a second, she disappeared and appeared at the end of the street.

In another second, the creatures that were killing, reproducing, eating, and chasing stopped at the same time. A thin line appeared on their necks, and their heads then slid down along this thin line.

They lost their lives almost at the same moment, dying from invisible slashes.

The street instantly turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the blood flooded into the drainage channels on both sides, and the countercurrent flowed upward following the girl's footsteps.

The number of corpses exceeded two hundred. If Duncan Coleridge appeared here, he would definitely feel stunned.In the state of self-time acceleration, the limit of the original filthy blood king city guard knight captain is to effectively shine thirteen swords within one second.

And the sight in front of him meant that Ling's attack speed was more than fifteen times faster than his, and every sword was accurately decapitated.

Blood dripped from her cuffs, and the slightly torn and twisted palms were completely restored in an instant. This kind of recovery ability seemed to only appear in the pair of top filthy blood siblings.

It's just that the saber is too rolled up to be used.

Ling didn't even look at it, and dropped the saber casually. She shook her fingers to make a feather grow rapidly on her fingertips—it was another sword that was exactly the same as before.

Ling's idea is very simple, just kill all the family members, no matter whether the other party has awakened or is hiding somewhere.

The destruction of the dependent clan is a kind of destruction of Him.

She wants to kill all living things in this city,

Chapter 159 The Fastest Sword

The city is soaked in blood, a thousand?Or ten thousand?Ling could no longer remember how many of these creatures he had killed, which seemed to be little different from the living.

The blood spread into a river, following the girl's footsteps, flowing and galloping on the street.Buildings were washed away and swallowed, and even the storm above the city was stained red with blood and rained foul and fetid water.

Because of the elemental extraction curse, the blade of the narrow-edged sword has been completely transformed into a strange blood-colored crystal. Any creature whose skin is pierced by it will be drained into black powder in an instant.

Finally, she came to the place where the most life gathered, which was a trapezoidal altar with a radius of nearly a kilometer.

A dense crowd of figures gathered on the steps leading to the altar. They tore apart the damaged human form in front of them, holding up the organs and flesh of their comrades with their hands, with fanatical and pious expressions.

At this moment, the cannibal and the eaten, the hunter and the prey, the father and the son, are enjoying this huge feast together.

Above the altar are two seats with completely different styles.

One of them is made up of countless skeletons, including humans, beasts, or magical creatures born with considerable power.They were stacked and inlaid together regardless of race. The ribs served as the back of the chair, the skulls were carved into the armrests, the leg bones and arm bones held up the throne, and their powder was spread into a long pale carpet.

The other one was made of pitch black cast iron, with biological-like blood threads connected between the broken chair backs, vibrating with a strange rhythm like a heartbeat and pulse.Its surface is covered with mottled rust and blasphemous ancient drawings, as if the visions of a thousand nightmares were condensed into a chilling entity.

They were extremely huge, and the chair backs, which were more than ten meters high, clearly did not look like objects used by humans.

On the seats, there were two vague human shapes, without any features or features, just distorted light and deep shadows.

The moment he caught a glimpse of the shadow, Ling felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his brain was being violently stirred by a hot awl.

After all, she has not touched the threshold of the divine level. When facing a real superior existence, she will definitely face the absolute disadvantage brought by the life level!

Her spirit body was instantly stained with rust-like black spots, becoming filthy and muddy under the terrible pollution.

The milky white crown flickered at this moment, and several tributaries immediately diverged from the sea of ​​blood behind the girl and merged into this holy object, dense blood streaks emerged on its surface.

Ling's aura also changed rapidly, her black hair turned gray, her original eye color turned scarlet due to congestion, and her body showed more and more obvious characteristics of dirty blood.

Delicate feather patterns were outlined on the surface of the hunting suit, and another color born from within instantly enveloped her spirit body, completely eliminating pollution in a particularly domineering way.

In essence, this is also a kind of pollution.

The divinity in the holy object uses this body as a carrier to be revived. Even if she doesn't fully meet the requirements, at least she can become a powerful servant of God.

Before the girl's spiritual body completely turned blood red, she tightly held a golden ring.

"For the last time, let me borrow your strength."

One soul after another appeared behind Ling. They looked dull and dull, and their faces were blurred. There were men, women, elders and teenagers among them. The only thing they had in common was that these souls all had a pair of eye-catching dark gray eyes. Eye.

The clearest figure among them is that of a charming middle-aged man. He took a step forward and put his hand on the girl's shoulder.

"negative."

Ling denied her fate of being contaminated by divinity.

The corrosive erosion of the spirit body by the blood ceased, and the infinitely expanding aura shrank to a point at a rapid pace. However, it did not weaken but became more terrifying, like a dull dagger whose surface dust and dust had been wiped away. The rust has once again revealed its terrifying edge!

The next moment-

No, she swung her blood-red sword at the gap between the hour hands that was infinitely close to zero, a boundary line that could not be observed by the naked eye or spiritual vision.

If Duncan Coleridge could observe it in some way that even he himself didn't know, the former captain of the Knights of the Royal Enoch City would be able to conclude that this is the fastest sword in the world.

The mass changing due to the extreme speed became a terrible burden. Even the body protected by magic and greatly enhanced by the influence of the holy object was on the verge of destruction under the heavy pressure.

The eardrums were pierced, the bones groaned, the skin was cracking, the splashed blood was squeezed into mist, and even the internal organs were swollen and wanted to explode!

But... it can be faster!

Because of the effect of the holy crown, her current body is equivalent to the Niles siblings in their heyday. These physical injuries can be repaired immediately in less than a second.

Under almost impossible conditions, along with the damage and reorganization of the body, Ling took a step.

At this moment, she was even able to catch the rhythm of light with her eyes, and the shadows on the bones and the black iron throne became clear.

She briefly broke through the boundaries and ascended to a higher dimension, so the realities that could not be manifested in the physical world were also exposed.

Ling saw the crystal walls supporting the space, and they were absorbing a large number of luminous particles, expanding and supporting more spaces.The light group on the throne is like the reflection of the water surface after being disrupted and reorganized.

Sitting on the throne of bones was a short, fat and amiable man. He clapped his hands and narrowed his eyes into thin lines, admiring the absurd scene under the altar with an expression on his face.

Sitting on the black iron throne was a pure white petite girl, with her fingers intertwined and a look of compassion on her face, as if she was feeling sad about the tragedy that happened in front of her.

But these are also illusions caused by cognition. As the speed increases, the appearance of men and girls changes again in her eyes.

They turned into two ugly and weird spheres, one black and one white, like enlarged microorganisms or weird fungus life. Under the honeycomb-like skin full of holes, it was covered with a water film, composed of countless soft human bodies. The pink brain of the ravine.

Countless pairs of cold eyeballs were turning back and forth on the surface of the brain.

The so-called joy and compassion are completely illusions, they are human emotions that they do not possess at all.

The speed of her thoughts was no longer enough to keep up with her body, so she left all the movements under her body to her own instincts.

The sword that ruled time came to rest.

Over ten thousand creatures stopped all their movements at the same time, and a gentle line like a hickey appeared in their throats.

Immediately afterwards, the creatures under the altar exploded into blood mist flying all over the sky at the same time!

There are only three lives in this city at this time!

Such a scene was reflected in Ling's dimming eyes. The short, fat, kind man and the compassionate pure white girl raised their heads and looked at her with a half-smile.

In their throats, the bright red traces gradually became lighter.