Artifact

".

Qi Hu was full of cleverness, and he immediately gave up the unconscious demon general on the hot layer, turned around and stabbed his head back!

In the orbit of the atmosphere at a distance of five hundred and fifty kilometers from the sea level, it is not a joke for anything to fall, let alone an arm of the demon general torn off by the wind god in a strong breeding posture!

What's even more terrifying is that the wind god has already calculated the on-the-spot reaction of Qihu, and even greatly accelerated it with the help of his stigma impact, turning his entire arm into a railgun!

A carnal railgun in a female pose!

So even if this body is left with a small bone needle after being rubbed by the air, it is no less powerful than a nuclear weapon - and the energy it gathers before it crashes to the ground is already more powerful than the maximum power of nuclear fusion that humans can produce!

To put it in layman's terms, because the fall speed is almost close to the sub-light speed after artificial acceleration, even if most of the body tissue is burned off at the beginning of the acceleration, there is still a "bone needle" left in the end.

Moreover, because the falling speed of the bone needle part is too fast, the atmospheric molecules in front of it cannot leave in time, and the needle tip directly hits the atmospheric molecules to produce a fusion reaction, which then triggers a series of air explosions.

Eventually, the bone needle itself melted into a chain of high-frequency photons in the fusion reaction, and the kinetic energy of the particles it carried pierced the ice coffin created by Alina's exhaustion of mana in an instant.

This blow was carried out in one go, from the height of the thermal layer at a distance of 550 kilometers above the ground to the time of penetrating the ice coffin in the hands of the three-type Nyorai located in the East China Sea, it took only 0.024 seconds.

At this moment, the only person who felt the horror in his heart was Qihuzi, who was the one who witnessed all this happening.

You must know that it is not only strength that needs to be mastered to use this blow, but also a high degree of combination of experience, technology and even luck - the wind god needs to perfectly calculate the physical strength of the demon general, the bonus of attack angle, friction, kinetic energy and potential energy, and even anticipate all the reactions of the beard!

What's even more terrifying is that although Chebeard is anxious, he seems to know the answer.

That is, the wind god did not kill anyone, because what she said was that "this god has his own way to make Night Thirteen obediently send himself to the door".

In other words, the blow was just the right amount to reach the ice coffin to convey a message.

As for what the information was, Chebeard didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

At this moment, his mind was full of Alina's safety, thinking about what terrible consequences would be caused if the female demon of the wind god missed.

If Alina dies like this, I'm afraid that Chehu will live in chagrin for the rest of his life!

The

ice coffin that withstood this blow did not even crack on the surface, because the hole in the ice coffin after the particle kinetic energy penetrated the ice coffin immediately repaired itself - don't forget, Alina permanently opened herself as a channel for channeling energy before losing consciousness.

On the other side, even the four monks of Nan Tianbao didn't notice the blow of the wind god at all!

They stimulated the true qi of their whole body and galloped towards Nan Tianbao, until they found that the man in the air who was emitting cross light had returned to the atmosphere, and they did not react.

In other words, the four of them invariably sensed the strange aura emanating from the ice coffin.

Yes, this qi comes from the desperate danger, as if crossing the end of the Yellow Spring and holding the gate of the yang world.

It's night thirteen!

He opened his eyes !!

Although these blind eyes have long lost all their agility, they are so dilapidated and gray, or they have completely cut off all the functions that they should have as eyes.

But Night Thirteen did wake up.

He heard strange noises.

.

In the darkness, the night thirteen ups and downs.

He seemed to hear many people calling to him from afar, men and women, familiar and strange, and the vivid faces that he had met in danger appeared in front of him one after another.

Everyone stretched out their hands to him and smiled slightly, telling him to leave with peace of mind.

They say that there are many things in this world that are beyond the reach of man.

Even if you have a godhead, you are not omnipotent—just as the Buddha cannot destroy demons, just as God cannot create a stone that cannot be moved by himself, let alone a mortal who has a limit to everything.

The limit of Night Thirteen has been reached.

What are the limits of a person?

Is it to satisfy all desires, to achieve all ideals, to do their best but to fall short

?

Still is...... Finally able to let go of everything, no desires and no desires?

No matter what it is, as Zhu Prisoner said, human beings are like empty objects, once they are full, they can no longer pour anything, and their lives are predestined.

Whether greedy and cunning, stupid and arrogant, or mundane, human beings live their lives only by what is contained in their "utensils" - only a very few people are able to throw some out and put something else in.

Every "pour-out" is equivalent to a painful metamorphosis, and there are very few mortals who can withstand such torture.

And for Night Thirteen, he didn't get anything along the way except regrets.

He hated himself a little, and he hated the world even more.

It is precisely because everyone is born different, and under the chain reaction caused by the countless ripple effects, the night thirteen has been forced into a corner, forced to the edge of the cliff.

Now, it's time to make a choice.

Die in peace, leave this disgusting world far away, and never return.

In the darkness, a light suddenly appeared.

The light is weak, resolute and restrained.

Night Thirteen slowly saw that in the soft light was an unusually graceful carcass.

The soft voice of the vast desolation also rippled from all directions:

"Lord Night, but all people have desires, and we are destined from birth. In the whole world, all living creatures have three desires. The desire for appetite, lustful pleasure, and the desire to survive, even if it is a night adult, I am afraid that it will not be able to escape such a fate. "

"It's just...... Lord Night, the Lord Night I admire the most...... It is precisely because of your presence that my fate has changed and the fate of countless people. Change means getting better, not worse. This is not the same as the process of going from glory to extinction after a regime change, which takes several generations, but it is something that everyone can feel in their own lives. "

"The slave family Xue Ling once made a heavy oath that he was willing to be a pawn in front of the night lord and a frost under his boots, even if he was to crush his bones!

"Lord Night! The slave family is willing to use their lives in this world, and even everything that they can have in the reincarnation of eternity, to exchange for Lord Night to achieve their wishes...... What the Lord Night thinks, is what the slave thinks, what the Lord Ye wants, is what the slave wants, and the hatred of the Lord Night is the enemy of the slave!"

"Lord Night, this world is not something you can save. But every person you save is no less than saving an entire world!...... Lord Night

."

The

soft voice was sonorous, and it was suddenly interrupted by a hard sharp voice.

"Night 13! God has found the person you want, if you want to save her, come and cast the mountain !!."