sinovels Chapter 349 Li Xinyuan, Help Me
Chapter 349 Li Xinyuan, Help Me
Chapter 349 Li Xinyuan, Help Me
Just then, seven graceful figures flew out from the passageway not far away.
Jin Meiting, who was in the lead, unleashed a power fluctuation at the demigod level, while the other witch sisters also possessed earth-level cultivation. Everyone stared intently at Sheila, ready to make a move at any moment.
Sheila's gaze slowly swept over the seven people, finally settling on their black robes, her eyes gleaming with undisguised greed: "These are... the witches, aren't they?"
Li Xinyuan clearly caught the greed in his eyes.
In that instant, he understood Sheila's true purpose for coming.
He took a deep breath, channeling the last of his strength into his throat, and roared fiercely in Jin Meiting's direction, "Run! He's after you! If he catches you, it might cause trouble for the master!"
Sheila glanced sideways, a rare hint of surprise in her eyes: "You are a demigod who surprises me."
He truly never imagined that there could be a demigod in this world who could still speak after facing the gods directly.
Jin Meiting stared intently at Li Xinyuan: "Then what are you going to do?"
Sheila stood up, casually brushed the dirt off her trousers, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Don't worry about him."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand and unleashed a streak of gray light.
The gray light wasn't particularly dazzling; in fact, it was somewhat dim. Yet, it carried an irresistible stillness, silently seeping into Li Xinyuan's chest.
The witch stared in horror at the gray light.
This is... a mid-level god!
Li Xinyuan's body suddenly trembled.
He did not fall.
Instead, he gritted his teeth and frantically activated the "War God Dragon King Technique" within his body.
He used his last strength to pin himself to the spot, turning himself into a shield, a wall, even if it could only hold off Sheila for a moment.
He didn't turn around, but with his last breath, he roared his final words to the witches behind him.
"Let's go!!! Find Master Xie!"
The roar exploded like thunder in the hall, causing dust to fall from the dome.
Jin Meiting bit her lip until it bled, then stamped her foot and shouted angrily for her sisters to retreat.
Sheila scoffed, "Where could they possibly run to?"
Just as he was about to chase after him, he was suddenly grabbed tightly by the thug in the suit next to him.
Sheila turned around and looked at Li Xinyuan, whose face had turned a deep purplish-red, and asked in surprise, "Really? You can still move?"
"Or you could come with me to hell and train demons for me."
Li Xinyuan's face contorted with rage as he opened his mouth wide and bit down on Sheila's ear.
"Thump!"
"Sizzle!"
His teeth were broken, and his mouth was full of blood.
But the blood wasn't just Li Xinyuan's; it also came from half of Sheila's ear.
Hilla's face was extremely gloomy as she punched Li Xinyuan in the heart.
"Thump."
Li Xinyuan finally knelt down.
Hillary's face was contorted with rage, as if she had suffered a humiliating disgrace: "Mortal, mortal, I'll skin you alive in a moment!"
Sheila chased after the location where the witches had disappeared.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
His head drooped limply, his arms hanging down at his sides, like a stone statue whose soul had been taken away.
Li Xinyuan made a "hoarse" sound in his throat and said bitterly, "If you had written me a little better, that would have been better."
His breathing grew weaker and weaker. He struggled to lift his head and look at Zhongshu, who was facing away from everything and trembling violently.
Li Xinyuan knew that Zhongshu's condition had long been off. That kind and innocent boy had turned into a madman who tried his best to imitate Huanghun and wanted to become a rule enforcer like Huanghun.
Yes, Zhongshu went mad long ago, truly mad.
Perhaps it was after the re-trading of the Blasphemous Bell, or perhaps even earlier, on the day when I witnessed too much darkness in humanity at Hang Lung Plaza and my Dao heart shattered.
Especially after the creation of the Lesser Prison.
Physically, he worked tirelessly every day without rest or sleep, keeping a close eye on the blasphemous clock and ensuring it remained at three o'clock forever.
Mentally, they gaze daily into the abyss of evil, but in reality, they are also gazed into by the abyss of evil.
A well-behaved big boy like him couldn't handle it.
It is often said that when ambition does not match ability, it is time to study hard.
However, some people, no matter how hard they try, even if they train themselves to death, still cannot achieve their ambitions.
For example, no matter how hard Zhongshu tries, he can never become a rule enforcer like Huang Hu.
At best, he was a pitiful person who desperately tried to imitate others but failed.
Li Xinyuan chuckled: "That novel has been on hiatus for so long, it probably won't have an ending."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes became empty.
Zhongshu's body trembled violently, but his voice remained as soft as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might be extinguished at any moment: "Punishment—to the murder prison."
Li... Xin Yuan, help me.
If someone stands at the location of the blasphemous bell, they will see this person.
The young man, wrapped in a blanket, was pale-faced and stared blankly at the clock in front of him.
"The three o'clock is reflected in my eyes."
His eyes were bloodshot and had discharge from his skin.
Li Xinyuan used to help him wipe away these secretions.
However, it's quite clean today.
Two lines of tears kept washing away the filth.
It seems to be Li Xinyuan, wiping him for the last time.
If he had another chance, he would choose to remain a junior screenwriter protected by Li Xinyuan, rather than become the Lord of the Little Spirit Prison.
Suddenly, Zhongshu moved in a panic, as if it were a conditioned reflex etched into his bones. He reached out and quickly adjusted the minute hand, which was about to reach the number 12, to move it back more than half a circle.
The little spirits spoke.
The witches stared intently ahead.
Sheila, missing half an ear, had blocked their path.
His face looked terribly pale.
What's the difference between having half your ear bitten off by a mortal and being bitten by a dog?
Sheila said with a grim face, "Gentlemen, the climax of the story has probably come to an end. Come with me."
The witches exchanged glances and made up their minds.
Their beautiful faces were filled with determination as they unleashed their power to the extreme, summoning all sorts of hellish weapons and creatures.
Come.
Let's fight first and talk later.
If he couldn't win, he would commit suicide, so that his sisters and others wouldn't fall into the clutches of the deepest hell.
Everything, for the sake of dusk.
Just then, a cynical voice rang out: "Which shameless, wanton angel has finally climaxed?"
Upon seeing the alluring young man descending from the Heavenly Pool above, Jin Meiting's pretty face instantly contorted with grievance, and she cried out, "Crow, kill him. He killed Li Xinyuan."
Evil Raven paused, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes: "We're too late after all."
If Lilith had appeared ten minutes earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
Ignoring Sheila, Xie Ya walked over to Jin Meiting and gently patted her head, like a gentle older brother comforting his frightened younger sister: "It's alright, Master is all-powerful, maybe he can revive Li Xinyuan."
Li Xinyuan is incredibly lucky, isn't he?
Sheila snapped, annoyed, "Hey, feed me? Where did you come from?"
The evil raven slowly turned its head, its eyes filled with unyielding murderous intent: "Little fellow, that old man from the Western Paradise probably didn't teach you how to respect your elders, did he?"
Hera was created hundreds of years after Lucifer's fall.
The evil raven was born on the day Lucifer fell.
Throughout the underworld, only the elderly knew the name of the Evil Ancestor.
So when the evil crow calls Shera "little one," it's not a problem.
Sheila scoffed, "I know, you're the evil ancestor Lilith was talking about, right?"
They actually dared to call themselves the number one mid-level god below the high-level gods.
I'd like to see what gives you the right to be so arrogant.
Sheila was proud of herself.
After all, he had almost reached the position of a high god back then.
To be honest, he hardly took the position of the middle god seriously.
Atlantis.
Jiang Chaosheng's battle with Satan continues.
Jiang Chaosheng felt something was wrong. Although Satan had been entangled with him, he was only entangled with him.
Satan probably knows that it's impossible for a mortal to defeat him if he possesses a human body.
This guy seems to be holding me back.
What...is he going to do?
Jiang Chaosheng stopped what he was doing, his face extremely pale. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the battered South Korean noblewoman—no, to be precise, Satan: "You sent angels to Earth?"
Satan's expression changed drastically: "This shouldn't be the case. Even a high-ranking god would find it difficult to detect Hera's stealth abilities."
really!
Jiang Chaosheng's eye twitched for a moment.
Suddenly, information about forbidden objects flooded into his mind.
The twin dials... are broken!
He looked at Satan: "Are you doing this for the witches?"
He had long suspected that the Avici Hell would target the witches.
However, hellish creatures cannot enter the human world, and even if they do, their power will be reduced.
Those below the demigod level are not worth mentioning to the witches.
When the deity appeared, the evil crow and the old dragon king were able to sense it and stepped forward to intercept and kill him.
He underestimated Hell, and he never expected that the old devil, the Western God, would create an angel with killer instincts to the max.
Satan readily admitted: "Yes, as long as we capture the witches, the demons of Avici Hell can freely enter the human world."
only..
"It seems we've failed," Satan said with a wry smile.
He looked at the Gate of Hell behind Jiang Chaosheng, which was engraved with Odin's spells: "This gate has Odin's spatial power. After the spatial power is detonated, the Gate of Hell can randomly appear in the human world in the next few days."
During the seven days protected by the power of space, the Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Severing Formation has no effect on the creatures of hell.
But if that were the case, the gates of the Avici Hell would shatter, and the underworld would be completely sealed off.
As Satan spoke, he looked at Jiang Chaosheng and said, "If I had more time, I would definitely be able to find a way to make the creatures of hell ignore the Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Severing Formation."
But you won't give me a chance. You insist on entering Atlantis and trying to open this door.
Now that things have escalated to this point, there is absolutely no possibility of reconciliation between us.
His voice turned cold: "It's December now, and there are less than twenty days left until the new year."
In the new year, either Avici Hell will take control of the human world, or Avici Hell will be completely sealed off.
In other words, either you, Mr. Twilight, are imprisoned forever in Antique Shop Zero, or I am imprisoned forever in hell.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chaosheng's eyes: "Whether or not hell invades the human world, you, Satan, will surely die."
Upon hearing this, Satan's eyes twitched involuntarily for a moment, and he sneered, "Then let's try it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Odin's spell on the Gates of Avici emitted a blazing golden light, quickly engulfing the Gates of Avici.
P.S.: Sorry, sorry, it's too late.
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