Infinity from the giant

You can search "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Hearing this strange and familiar name, Jian Tong's dirty inkstone's eyes were filled with confusion. After a while, those vague memories of the past came to his mind.

At this moment, the dirty inkstone's body couldn't help trembling, and he scolded aloud:

"No, it's impossible! You lie, he is not like this!"

After those long-lasting memories rushed to his heart, his brain became confused and his emotions became very unstable.

Von Hornheim Paracelsus was a famous alchemist in the sixteenth century. He was a confidant of the dirty inkstone during his lifetime, and he indeed became a hero after his death.

Master Ren became serious, and after shaking his head, he asked loudly:

"Sorgen, people can change. Who could have imagined that the energetic justice envoy would become as ugly as it is now?"

"Shut up! Who are you and what do you want to do?!" Dirty Yan became emotional and his expression became very hideous.

He doesn't want to recall the past, not at all!

Renn's eyes were cold and he sneered:

"I'm Tosaka Nagato, do you still remember? We built a ritual called the'Cup of Heaven' together in Fuyuki City. You think this can only be achieved by reaching the roots through this ceremony.

In order to see the future with your own eyes, you even turned your body into a worm in order to prolong your life. What happened?You have forgotten all this..."

He had no choice but to say so much nonsense.

The survival ability of the old insect is not ordinary tenacious. If he can't defeat his obsession, even if his body is eliminated, it will not necessarily completely eliminate him.

In the HF line, his body was wiped out by the priest Mapo, and the body engraving insect was dug out by the black cherry tree and pinched to death. It's all like this, the dirty ink can still survive!

Xiaoqiang is not worthy of giving him shoes!

Tosaka Nagato?

It was another familiar name and another long-lasting memory. Jian Tong's dirty inkstone trembled uncontrollably.

Ren projected a mirror and threw it to him, sarcastically saying:

"Dirty inkstone, take a good look at your ugly appearance now, a blood-sucking monster who has become a maggot and can survive by devouring the flesh and blood of others!

Haha, who was so passionate at the beginning that he kept saying to abolish all evil in the world!Extinguish the karma that human beings hold?!Let everyone enjoy happiness..."

The old insect's face became distorted. He smashed the mirror forcefully, staring at Renn stubbornly regardless of the bloody palm, and yelled:

"Shut up! Can you imagine the pain of being imprisoned in an old and decayed body, being eaten by countless maggots, and that kind of lively erosion? Can you understand?!

The footsteps of the god of death approached little by little, the darkness strangled your neck, and the air was too heavy to breathe... Maybe the next second you would no longer exist, maybe you would never wake up when you fell asleep, maybe This is the last time you see a familiar sight around...

Haha, you are completely dead!You are no longer in this world!You will never have the opportunity to perceive everything in the world.You were abandoned in the garbage dump, rotten to bones in the ground!All traces of existence have become the dust of history!"

The old bug roared, he was driven mad, and a long time eroded his soul, making his mind and will be distorted beyond recognition, leaving only the obsession of "don't want to die".

The most basic desire of man is to live.

Renn was silent for a while before he said: "Sorgen, then you should remember that someone once got the immortality you dreamed of.

Her intelligence and spirit are not old, she will not grow up at all, she will repeat the same day forever, but she still walked out of the castle and finally stepped into death."120 Novel www.120xs.com

Licking his chapped lips, the dirty ink slowly lowered his head, his rickety body trembled without saying a word.

With a gleam in his hands, Renn projected a portrait of a woman and threw it in front of the old insect:

"The Saint of Winter-Justissa Rizilaishi von Einzbern."

The name was so unforgettable, the trance-stricken dirty inkstone quickly recalled, he was silent, fell to his knees and stared at the woman on the portrait.

A pure white dress, a face that is too beautiful and neat and looks like a doll, red pupils like rubies, and long silver hair that shines like snow.

"She wore a holy heavenly dress, sat under the wilderness and performed the final ritual, disappearing at the other end of the light..." Ren said this paragraph in a misty voice.

The dirty inkstone's expression was strange, as if crying and laughing. He knelt on the ground and put his head on the portrait as if he was evading something, his body trembled and said nothing.

Ren sighed, and took a few steps back to exit the enchantment, and the magic whirlwind pulsed between his fingers.

The blue arc was shining, stirring up the wind, and a long, cone-shaped silver-white magic sword was condensed into shape.

He handed this pseudo-spiral sword to Tong Yanye who was aside, and said softly:

"It's up to you to throw it in, just to end it."

This time he didn't inject too much magic power into the pseudo-spiral sword, but it was easy to completely destroy a small two-story building that was sealed by layers of enchantment.

Reaching out to take the pseudo-spiral sword, Jian Tong Yanye's expression was a little complicated, he heard all the conversation just now.

"Old Chongzi... is he really the ancestor of our Tong family? A magician who has lived for 500 years?"

"Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, it is true that the magic property of the Jia Tong family is water, which has absorption properties.

Dirty inkstone uses this feature, in conjunction with his insect magic, to extend life to the present by absorbing the vitality of others."

Yan Ye didn't ask more questions, looked at the dirty inkstone kneeling on the ground for the last time, and threw the fake spiral sword in.

Upon seeing this, Ren immediately grabbed Yan Ye's shoulders and quickly backed away, but the visceral inkstone in the barrier did not respond to this.

boom!

With a loud and deafening noise, the ground shook and the mountains shook. In the bright and dazzling light, cracks appeared in the barrier, which was finally completely broken.

A crimson fireball quickly expanded. In the extreme light and heat, Jian Tong's dirty Yan Yan's figure gradually distorted, melted, shrunk... and finally turned into a touch of ashes.

The two-story building was also completely destroyed, leaving only a scorched pit and magma-like fluid in place.

After a while, wait for the billowing heat to dissipate.

Ren took Yan Ye and walked over again. The dirty inkstone's body and the insects on the body had been completely wiped out, but a resentment still remained in the hot air.

"Is he dead?" Yan Ye asked softly.

Rehn carefully perceives it, the twisting and evil obsession is a little loose, because it has been shaken before, it has not been able to regroup.

After losing the support of the ontology, it will inevitably die out after all.

After about a quarter of an hour, it disappeared completely.

"Well, it's over."