Chapter 1240 A Glimpse of the Killing Monk
At the same time, only Himiko's head was left floating in the air, her eyes filled with unconcealable resentment and cruelty.
"Hahahahaha, it's too late, too late. The sacrificial ceremony has reached the final step. Hong Xiuquan, Jiang Ziya, no matter who you are, you are dead this time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, six blood pillars shot up into the sky, obscured the sun's light, and created a solar eclipse.
Mo Cheng immediately realized what the other party was doing. It was a ritual, a ritual using many wanderers as sacrifices.
But he could only see that this was a ritual, but he couldn't figure out what kind of ritual it was. His knowledge was not enough to analyze it.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t see it, because Mo Cheng already feels the threat.
Something is being attracted by this ceremony.
A chill quietly swept through his body, and cold sweat broke out on his back without him noticing. Mo Cheng seemed to have something about to appear.
That was something that could not be expressed in words, and even logic could not be used to think about whether its existence was reasonable. Mo Cheng immediately entered a combat state as if in response to a stress reaction.
No, it's not just about the combat status.
But it is a deeper and more terrifying state.
The pupils of both eyes were dilated and out of focus. The emotions in his eyes no longer fluctuated, only eternal tranquility. Everything was put on the scales to be weighed in front of these eyes.
At this moment, in all of Mo Cheng's senses, everything is absolutely equal.
At the same time, a bright red spot appeared between the eyebrows, as strange as blood .
The heart's martial arts were fully unleashed at this moment, and the person standing here was more like the "Great Killer Monk" who was gradually waking up than the "person" Mo Cheng.
His pupils gradually contracted, and the familiar murderous intent slowly and resolutely penetrated every corner of his body. Along with the murderous intent, there emerged that all-too-familiar power.
Strong! Fierce! Tyrannical! Absolute! Evil!
The thing attracted by the ritual was now focusing its attention on the Great Killing Monk. It looked solemn, cautious, and a little surprised, as if it was thinking about something.
Immediately afterwards, an attack launched from outside the world, an undetectable and unstoppable attack, directly blasted towards Mo Cheng.
That is the concept between existence and non-existence, the foundation of narrative, the meaning of movement, and the attack launched by the things above it, trying to engrave the ending of [death] on Mo Cheng.
But just this one action disturbed the [Big Killing Monk].
"Hey!"
With a sneer, the martial monk in tight clothes just clenched his fists. Unlike before, this time it did not trigger any unusual power.
There were no landslides or tsunamis, no movement of the stars, and not even a spirit behind the manifestation of power.
Just clench your fist and punch out.
A very common straight punch, maybe even a little non-standard, that any beginner can throw.
Then everyone, every living thing, every being in the world heard it.
“Ping!”
The figure was like shattering glass, and at the same time, the rules began to annihilate and then be born again. Earth, wind, water and fire overlapped again to form chaos, which was shattered by this punch again. Earth, wind, water and fire surged out together, forming a spiral fist force that tore through the space and blasted towards an unknown direction.
The space is unknown, the time is unknown.
The only thing Mo Cheng could feel was that he had hit something and broken some limbs, or something similar.
But before he could feel what it was exactly, he came out of the state of [Great Killing Monk].
The island beneath his feet was constantly shaking, a battle with an unknown existence. The aftermath of the battle, which was transmitted to the material world across an unknown distance, shattered the island beneath his feet.
No, it’s not just the island country beneath our feet.
Mo Cheng flew up into the sky to take a look, and then he realized what consequences the aftermath of his attack had caused.
The first island chain is disintegrating in the physical sense. Earthquakes and tsunamis continue to occur, and the islands are even beginning to disintegrate visibly.
If there is no external interference, all non-islands in the first island chain will sink one after another in a month.
"...Without the first island chain, there will be no restrictions. It should be okay to think this way."
He turned around and did not continue to observe the collapse of all the islands in the first island chain. For Mo Cheng, handling the aftermath was not a job he was good at, and it would obviously be better to let someone else do it.
He raised his head and looked towards the sky, thinking about the being he had just fought with.
The opponent's power was so strange that he couldn't even find any accurate words to describe it. The only thing that was certain was that the opponent could pose enough of a threat to him.
And the enemy is so powerful that Mo Cheng needs to recall his original state of [Great Killer Monk].
Touching his right fist with his left hand and recalling the feeling just now, Mo Cheng was sure that he had blown up something in the fight just now.
"The body is not strong, compared to me. Or there is no body at all, but something stranger."
Not all individuals in the world have physical form. As far as Mo Cheng knows, although some cannot appear in the material world, their strength should not be underestimated.
[Ding, kill the Queen of Yamatai...]
While he was thinking, the system's prompt allowed Mo Cheng to confirm the death of the Yamatai Queen Himiko . In the aftermath of the previous fight, the blood sacrifice ceremony and Himiko's only remaining head had been turned into ashes.
But unfortunately, unlike the original plan, Mo Cheng did not gain many skill points and gold skill points this time.
"A powerful enemy who also bears some grudges."
Mo Cheng could feel that after he broke something of the other party, he was marked by the other party, a mark representing hatred.
It was obvious that his enemy was not a guy who liked to suffer losses, and he would definitely come back to seek revenge.
but……
"If you dare to come, I will kill you."
Mo Cheng was also not a good guy, or rather, the fight with the other party made him relive the feeling of murderous intent filling his whole body.
Not for anything else, just for killing, just to prove one's own strength, swinging the fist.
Thrown into the deepest part of his soul, the figure of the Great Killer Monk was stirring. The eyelids of the monk sitting on the blood-red lotus platform trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.
Mo Cheng had to admit one thing, he was not a peace lover, he preferred fighting.
Without any scruples, without any burden, give up all the killing and fighting without any hesitation.
Like a wild beast, a killing beast that is never satisfied and does not know how to retreat.
However, Mo Cheng still stopped the figure from opening his eyes and waking up.
“…”
He didn't intend to create a mess that needed to be cleaned up, especially a mess that he needed to clean up himself.
