"Maybe, but not as much love as you think." "------" The god showed a hint of disbelief. "Weak humans exist in this world in order to fall in love with someone and be loved by someone. Why would you trade such a precious thing for a futile battle?" He questioned. What can be gained by fighting? What can humans have? The rest replied: "The most important thing a person has learned in his life is to hold something with his own hands and say that he owns it. In fact, this is extremely ridiculous. All a person has in his short life is to 'own' Hallucination.” The God's eyes slightly lowered, and he sighed: "So, you can always give up everything easily and fight, not to protect, not to capture, not to love, not for happiness, not for pain..." "You fight for the sake of fighting, therefore your fighting is meaningless."
He asserts so. "Exchanging everything for nothing, how stupid you are!" He was so emotional. "I must defeat you. Only in this way can love overflow in the world." He has decided so. The rest of them had unwavering eyes and spoke in a robotic voice lacking emotion. "Sabotaged target, tell me your name." This was more of a command than a request. Even the gods were not offended by the arrogance of the Rakshasa King. "The name has no meaning to me now...well..." The god thought for a while and said: "I appear because of love, born from the concept of a planet, and give to all [lovers], the eternal God of Love. If you must have a name..." "Then just follow your custom and call me Kama." Boom-! As the words fell, it seemed as if the sun was rising, and a spell so huge that it formed a sea of qi burst out. The love that is as strong as substance whispers in a low voice, like countless lifelong prayers for emotions and desires, echoing in this boundless starry sky. What a huge mantra power. If the mantra power of the rest is compared to ten, the mantra power of Nagama is hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand. For beings who have reached the divine realm, the judgment of the amount of curse power is not a simple addition or subtraction, but a more abstract function. Simply because the use of curse power by the Godslayer and the God of Disobedience is the use of concepts, and the difference between them and mortals is equivalent to the difference between boiling water and the sun. The God Killer can burn a country to the ground, but he can also pack this power into one punch, completely and naturally, without any leakage.
But even with such an evaluation, Kama's magical power is overwhelming. The rest have never seen such a terrifying life in reality, and have only seen it in dreams. It is an existence called "The Herrscher of the End", a child who has not fully grown up. It's just that the Herrschers in the Collapse World are just infants and dolls, and have no time to grow up. Even when the average Herrschers are fully grown, their life scale is at the celestial level. In any case, the gods who returned to the source are the same celestial-level enemies as the Herrscher of the End! only…… The rest couldn't help but shake their heads, feeling a little ridiculous. "If your final opponent is a guy like this, he will probably wake up laughing in his dreams!" Among the nebulae, Kama was holding a short bow. The bow seemed to be made of precious stones, branches, metal, or lotus roots, with branches wrapped around it and delicate pink flowers blooming on it. Crunch-! The bowstring slowly tightened, and his movements were very graceful. It didn't look like he was engaged in a life-threatening duel, but rather like a poet standing in the center of a vast stage and strumming the strings. The next moment, pink light filled the sky, eclipsing the stars. Arrows of flowers cut through the sky, multiplying rapidly like plants, and in an instant, they turned into flying flowers all over the sky. The rest of them raised their heads, and what they saw was a meteor shower that completely obscured their vision. Tens of thousands of pink meteors flashed in the starry sky, as if they were thrown from the sky. They were so dazzling, like flying flowers, and like the thoughts of a girl. They were so pure that they could purify everything in the world. "Prosperity ends here." The rest groaned. He naturally pulled his legs back, as if holding a knife, and leaned forward. Then, draw your sword! The red sword was forged in the hand, and time was frozen in an instant. Then, a dim light suddenly appeared. That was the sword of the rest. If the arrow of flowers falling from the sky was the warmth of spring, the young man's sword was only the bitingness of the cold wind. The destructive sword energy passed by, extinguishing Hanazhiya's passion, and then twisted his body and used the three-foot long sword to cut off the arrow of the God of Love. I saw a dazzling flash of light, the destructive sword light bloomed like a flower, and the cold arc light pierced the flower arrow that blocked the sky and the sun. The remaining swords were not rigid in form, and Taixu's sword energy flowed freely, as if dancing, neutralizing the offensive of the God of Love. "————!?" For a moment, Cupid was stunned. Even an axe-wielding Rama would praise such martial arts. However, there was no waiting for him to sigh.
The rest of them moved their feet, just one step, and they crossed time and space and appeared in front of the God of Love. Then, he raised his hand and punched! A powerful fist hit Kama's beautiful face, causing his shock to turn into pain, and sarcasm came to his ears. "If you're not good at fighting, you'd better bring a subordinate god with you!" ps: People who have only played Sanbengzi may not believe that Wendy in Beng 2 is the only fully grown Herrscher who can destroy the world. Never lie to your lover: Chapter 43 The purer you are, the more fragile you are In the novel "Journey to the West" between gods and demons, there are often scenes that go against the understanding of modern people. For example, Sun Wukong makes the Supreme Lord fall upside down, but the green ox under the Lord can make many gods, including Sun Wukong, helpless. These are obviously contrary to modern people's understanding. After all, the idea that having a gun is the grass-headed king is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. But it is actually very realistic, because in the world view of Journey to the West, status has nothing to do with force, or even with cultivation. Generally, a god is composed of three elements: mana, magic weapon, and force. For example, the Taishang Laojun, the Jade Emperor, and the Tathagata Buddha are representatives of high magic power but low military force. They generally rely on deception and sneak attacks to conquer demons. In fact, deception and sneak attacks are common in Journey to the West. For example, Maitreya deceives the Yellow Eyebrow Ancestor into eating watermelon, and Guanyin deceives the Black Bear Spirit into eating elixirs. For this reason, gods with high magical power usually have a protector with high martial arts skills. If you go out without a protector, you will probably be thrown into the river by a mortal and soaked for three days. To put it simply, don’t expect too much from the force of managers, producers, and scholars. At this time, in the quiet world, a battle between warriors and managers began. Bang-bang-bang-bang-! Heavy punches fell on the God of Love's body like raindrops. Each punch would cause a ripple, and air waves visible to the naked eye would erupt in the sea of stars. Holding a sword in one hand and a fist in the other, all kinds of martial arts are freely displayed and integrated into his body. Inch Strength·Thunderbolt! The remaining one kicked out fiercely, and the God of Love immediately flew out like a shooting star. "------!" The God of Cupid's handsome brows furrowed: "You are looking down on me, Rakshasa King!" His fingers once again put on the bowstring, intending to pluck and launch the flower arrows that were enough to promote the evolution of the world, but the rest had already broken through the air. When the steps are turning, they are like wild beasts in the forest or black butterflies among the flowers, leaping and dancing, agile and strange. The three-foot green blade in the hand cuts through the sky, and the red sword energy crisscrosses the sea of stars, sometimes straight, sometimes curved, sometimes falling, sometimes straight, When the sword energy is in and out, it is like a mountain pressing down on the top, like a flying feather, constantly attacking. The God of Love retreated continuously, and his body, which was neither real nor imaginary, was covered with large and small cracks. From each crack, there was a strong sense of spring floating out, which was the essence of the God of Spring and the God of Love. It was a divine sword made of the divine power that shattered the kingdom, and it was enough to cause damage to the body of the god. The God of Love gritted his teeth, his heart skipped a beat, his eyes full of love flashed with cold light, and the remaining man came forward again, stabbing the God of Love in the chest with a sword, but he did not avoid it, he faced the sword and rushed directly towards the remaining man. . puff--!
The three-foot green sharp edge instantly pierced his chest, but the God of Love was unaware of it and immediately seized this critical opportunity, stretching his arms like a net to hug the remaining body. The god of love's arms were slender but like iron pincers. Then he hooked his right leg in front and trapped his legs. He exerted force and threw him to the ground. In the infinite vast universe, the two began to fall. If it was just a physical attack, the others would naturally not be afraid, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that his body was getting hot, and countless beautiful memories seemed to flash through his mind, and love surged into his heart like a tide. Just like being addicted to the land of heroes, I feel lazy and cherish my life for no reason. I wish I could close my eyes and from now on I would only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. I would no longer care about the complexity of the world and the blood on the battlefield. With the whisper of the God of Love, outside the quiet world, centered on the Arc de Triomphe above the Kamogawa River, an invisible tide of love spread, submerging this ancient Kyoto. Whether it is a social beast working in a cubicle or a student in an ivory tower; whether it is a lonely old man or a young girl in love; whether it is a noble or a commoner; whether it is a man or a woman... Everyone in this city has thoughts in their hearts, and they just want to leave everything behind and pursue the love in their hearts. The influence of gods returning to their origins is like the butterfly effect. Just a little breath is enough to turn the world upside down. In the sea of stars, the rest of Kama's intimate embrace kept falling, intending to drag it into the land of gentleness. "■■■■" The rest of them uttered a strange and incomprehensible syllable. There is a big furnace in the sky, hardware is born in the earth, and the cloud is cleared by the coldness of Huiye. The power to forge all things for one's own use, forge the remaining souls into a sharp sword, and slash it towards oneself, cutting away the complicated thoughts in the heart, leaving only the fierce heart of the sword. He opened his eyes, but there was no trace of love in his heart, and Jianxin returned to the realm of Taixu again. The God of Love looked horrified and had no time to react. The other man thrust out his left fist. Their bodies were close to each other, but he used his strength within a few inches to punch out fiercely. Inch Strength Landslide! The God of Love was punched, and his mind was buzzing for a moment. He didn't dare to hesitate at all. He grabbed the remaining man's arm, and with the divine power full of spring like clouds and rain, he moved closer to the man with the intention of casting a curse. boom--! The remaining person used one hand to punch and the other to move the sword. The Cunxin boxing technique was intertwined with Taixu sword energy. When the steps were turned, the body of the God of Love was shattered, leaving the opponent unable to fight back. However, under such an offensive, the God of Love actually showed a smile, and said in a majestic and cold tone: "Everyone!" In an instant, the surrounding stars gathered towards the two of them, passing through the illusory curtain. Only then did the rest of them see clearly that the starlight that filled the universe was actually countless beautiful figures. Their bodies were only wrapped with a little silk and satin, their bodies were graceful, their faces were as delicate as flowers, and for just a moment, in the dark and quiet universe, hundreds of flowers bloomed, as if spring had arrived. At this time, the God of Love once again spat out extremely gentle words: "Borrow!" Countless goddesses couldn't help but dance, and with great light in their hands, they took out a magical tool one after another. It included the Brahma magic weapon of the Indian gods, the sacred tools of the Buddhist sects, and the many sacred tools on Mount Olympus, as well as Taoist tools. The wonderful magical weapons of the immortals... The God of Love actually borrowed magical tools from the gods in mythology. Many goddesses held flower bows, and the weapons borrowed from the gods turned into arrows and were shot by them. Countless streams of light flash across the universe, drawing beautiful lines that divide the world into beautiful geometric patterns, which are the mandala in Indian mythology.
call--! Seeing countless arrows shooting towards them, the rest first picked up the body of the God of Love and threw it towards the meteor, letting the broken body be shot to pieces. Then, his eyes narrowed and he raised his hand forward. boom--! In an instant, the remaining person caught a divine tool, and the sound of the contact between his hand and the divine tool shook.