Chapter 1019: The Magic Pen Book of Life
One minute ago, above Zhongzhou.
The flying snow in the sky had long been evaporated in the boiling interweaving of endless elements.
The King of Books still stands in the sky.
The attack on the boundary map attracted a knife, a mountain, and a flower, and only the red flower as big as the mountain was left.
At this time, the volcano had collapsed and dissipated, and only three wings were left of the four-winged angel Galan.
One of the wings was burned to ashes.
He is no longer the same god as before.
, his whole body was burnt black, and golden blood, like raindrops, fell from the sky to the ground...
At this moment, endless wood elements surrounded the red flower. The big mouth inside the flower was flowing with dark red color and was covered with thorns, swallowing Jia Lan in one gulp.
A dazzling white light rose up from under Jia Lan's feet, enveloping him like an angel. He retreated instantly, avoiding Hong Hua's big mouth...
Finally, the four-winged angel Jia Lan showed signs of defeat for the first time...
"Book reader, how many more attacks can you make?"
The Book King sighed and murmured in a low voice: "I am still too old and too weak."
Now, he can only take screenshots with the help of forbidden objects.
After all, forbidden things are not human, and the power of rules they summon cannot last.
If Jia Lan puts aside his dignity and keeps avoiding, the red flower will soon disappear.
hum!
At this time, Honghua spit out countless vines from its big mouth. They were colorful, each with thorns, as thick as arms, and densely packed, and they coiled around Jia Lan.
In an instant, the vines covered an area of 100 miles in radius, like a huge cage, blocking all of Jia Lan's escape routes.
But after the red flower released a huge amount of wood elements, the body of rules slowly became dim and transparent.
boom!
The four-winged angel swung his fist and struck out fiercely. The armor on his body burst out with divine patterns again, transforming into the phantom of an angel, surrounding him.
The remaining three wings drew out streaks of light, and countless vines around were cut and shattered.
One of the wings in particular emitted a green fluorescence that did not belong to the light system, as if it had been fused with some precious treasure.
Every time that wing struck, it cut off a large piece of vines...
"A quasi-god-level treasure has been fused!"
The Book King's eyes narrowed and he stared at Jia Lan's wing.
He sighed: "Is this your real method?"
"Jia Lan, did you participate in the siege of the Red Armor in the Eighth Battlefield?"
For a while, the fight between Honghua and Jialan was at a stalemate.
The attack method of the Wood Element is mainly to imprison, which is not as violent as that of the Metal and Fire Element. It is like boiling a frog in warm water.
It’s a pity that the four-winged angel Galan is not a frog, but an evil dragon!
As more and more scars appeared on Jia Lan's body, the sea of vines was slowly being extinguished...
The Book King understood that the injuries on Jia Lan's body were not fatal.
At most, it would just reduce the strength of a four-winged angel!
"Book Reader, come again, how many more attacks can you deliver?"
At this moment, Jia Lan's eyes also revealed anger and madness, and he started to mock again.
The king who wrote the book remained calm.
"I still have one more attack!"
After one strike, the energy of the world map was exhausted and the old man had no more means.
"Come on, Book Reader!"
At this time, Jia Lan was also very curious about how strong this Book King, who had the longest seniority in the Ninth Battlefield and had been hiding his strength, was.
The king, who was writing, did not wait for the red flowers to fade away, but picked up the pen again and wrote quickly.
No more writing one word at a time.
Five words were written at a time.
But it has nothing to do with rules and killing.
The world map in his hand quickly dimmed as the five large characters appeared.
Those five words also seemed ordinary.
The magic pen writes life!
"Hehe, writer, are you writing a suicide note?"
Jia Lan stared at the five large characters that looked normal and suddenly laughed crazily.
"Okay, okay, you and I have both lived for ten thousand years. Although our two races are enemies, if you kneel down and beg me, I will deliver this suicide note to the human race for you!"
"Write it down, let me see what kind of life you, a humble human, can have."
The writer king remained silent, and the five big words in front of him slowly dissipated in the air.
There are no rules or elements that cohere.
The world map in his hand no longer had any brilliance, and all that was left was simplicity and vicissitudes.
Fell into deep sleep again.
"It turned out to be a bluff!"
Seeing this, Jia Lan laughed even more crazily. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never seen any attacking ability that did not rely on rules and elements.
"Scholar, if you want to scare off a four-winged angel with this, you are underestimating the angel race and overestimating the human race!"
"Run away! It has long been rumored that human book writers are good at escaping. Let me see how extraordinary the skills of an old human dog are!"
As Jia Lan laughed, he flapped his three wings and slowly flew towards the Book King.
The Book King was still standing there. He was neither panicked nor running away as imagined.
He was calm, like an eternal and unmoving mountain.
Jia Lan flew very slowly, his words were full of contempt, but in fact he was still on guard.
The two previous attacks by the King of Books were too shocking.
The next moment, the world around him suddenly became blurred.
At this moment, the world around the writer king seemed to become illusory.
The flying snow in the sky, the earth below, and countless collapsed stone houses!
And the melted snow... Huanglong Mountain in the distance... at this moment, it seemed like everything was no longer real...
A huge river revealed a corner in the illusion.
It seemed to be just a virtual clip of a river, but it seemed to contain endless civilizations of all races, countless worlds, and countless lives...
"The phantom of the long river of time!"
The four-winged angel Jia Lan stopped suddenly, with fear flashing in his eyes.
Time flies!
It exists in extraordinary legends and is just a concept.
It is rumored that the only ones who can peek into the phantom, except for some forbidden things, are gods!
At this moment, a corner of the phantom was summoned by the King of Books.
The next moment, five figures walked out from the shadow of the long river of time.
They were all wearing black armor, and among them were teenagers, young men, middle-aged men, and old men.
Some of them exude the aura of the strongest, while others exude the aura of a king.
The most powerful figure among them was the old man in black armor. His facial features looked exactly the same as those of the Book King.
There is just a little more black hair on the head and fewer wrinkles.
Looking closely, there are five figures, all of the same height and build, and they are all Book Kings.
The book king in different times.
At this moment, they walked out from the long river of time.
The first one was a young scholar with a young face but a resolute look. Although he only had the strength of a supreme warrior, he attacked Jia Lan at the first moment.
In his hand, he held an extraordinary pen made of golden crystal.
The young man picked up the pen and wrote quickly. The word "斩" (kill) with a flying and phoenix-like stroke took shape in the air in an instant.
The next moment, large golden characters, shining brightly, turned into a spear and stabbed towards Jia Lan.
Just like life during that period of time, it was full of edge.
This is the life of a book king.
He spent his entire life fighting for the human race.
This is also the reason why the world map can summon the shadow of the writer in time.
His life was too simple.
It's just a war.