Chapter 962 The Sound of Heaven (Thanks to the Leader of Finding Taoyuan

"It was noticed."

Yeats shook his head regretfully, pulled out the bookmark that broke at the same time, and threw it away: "How is your recovery? Do you need me to bring another one?"

"No need."

Lu Baiyan rubbed his wrist and replied coldly: "About 90%, which is enough."

After a long period of imprisonment, it was the first time that I experienced such abundant feelings. The divinity flourished and the stigmata moved smoothly. At the same time, I also felt this resonance that was almost close at hand.

Another great commander.

The one who replaced everything about him and took away all his future.

"It's so dazzling."

He whispered softly: "It's so dazzling that it's hateful."

Why can someone still shine after falling into hell?

"Let's get started, Yeats," he said. "Isn't the stage you want already close at hand?"

"If you take another step forward, there will be no turning back." Yeats asked: "Have you thought about it?"

"Seventy years ago, I didn't make a choice. Seventy years later, I have to live with understanding. I have never thought about looking back."

Lu Baiyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "A spotless inkstone, no matter how white it is, is it useful?"

It's just a decoration.

"So, let's get started-"

Yeats smiled: "The journey to Byzantium."

At that moment, the pages of the book in his hand slowly unfolded, and the chapters written by the once-unparalleled poet surged out like flowing water.

And the man's figure gradually became illusory and turned into countless flowing characters, spreading rapidly.

Yeats, the spirit of things from the fallen heaven, reveals his true face here.

——Poetry from hell!

Distort the world in front of you.

"This is not an old country, where young people embrace each other——"

In the void, a hoarse whisper came: "In the dying generation, birds sing on the trees. Fish, animals or birds praise the summer, all existences that are born and die..."

Here’s the call, ‘Hell’ is coming!

In an instant, the cold wind above the snowfield became more violent, terrifying roars rose from the distant crust, and projections from hell surged behind the clouds, outlining the outlines of countless behemoths.

And just at the end of the mountains, the traces of the track warped.

As Yeats disappeared, a huge door slowly emerged.

The hell-like stage slowly begins, and the door to the other side of the paradise opens.

In the snowy field strewn with corpses, the derailed train actually roared like a beast—more viscous blood spurted out from the cracks, and the low sounds of bone growth continued to emerge.

In the end, it was like a living creature, opening countless pupils.

Once again, follow the rails and start moving forward!

Towards hell...

The sound of the whistle was like a high-pitched laughter, tearing everyone's eardrums.

"Let me see what you are capable of, Huaishi."

Lu Baiyan stood in front of the broken window and stared at his opponent coldly: "Or are you just going to sit there and watch me leave like this?"

Among the mountains, in the flying wind and snow, the water in the stove on the bonfire boiled again.

The sweet flavor rises from it, making your mouth itch.

"smell good."

Raymond sniffed the fragrance and asked curiously: "What did you do?"

"The red cabbage soup I learned from a Russian priest a few days ago is simple and convenient. It is most suitable for picnics and is perfect for entertaining guests."

Huai Shi sat on the chair, breathed at the ten fingers, and replied with a smile: "If you want a thick soup base, the secret is to simmer it slowly over low heat, control the temperature, and work slowly and carefully."

He said, "Patience is a virtue—"

Along with his words, wisps of red steam rose from the pores and spread in the cold wind, bringing an intoxicating heat.

The bonfire burned more and more fiercely.

The sound of wood crackling in the flames overlapped and blended into the increasingly turbulent sound of the wind, as if someone was roaring in the distance.

The roaring sound was faintly visible in the wind and gradually spread.

The fire light became hot, but the color turned into pitch black, as if all the darkness in the world had condensed into flames, burning unbridled, torturing the cauldron of hell, causing the disasters in it to sublimate into new crystallizations.

As a result, the water mist flying in the stomata became more and more bright and scarlet.

Like blood.

When the thunderous roar rose from the mountains, the wind and snow became more dense and violent. The extremely cold storm seemed to be crawling on the earth, rolling up massive amounts of snow powder and flying around.

Finally, carrying the sweet fragrance spreading around the campfire, it whizzes away to the world below.

As a result, the pale color seemed to be ignited by the wisp of steam, turning into blood red.

Between the sky shrouded in gray clouds and the earth covered in frost, the ray of blood quickly spread and multiplied, like oil paint falling into a water vat, dyeing the colorless wind with its own color.

It was just a thin wisp at the beginning, but the further down, the murderous intention that had been cooking in the heart for a long time became more and more huge.

In the end, under the stirring of the invisible spoon, the rolling snow turned into a violent and surging blood wave.

The crimson storm was ignited by a curse.

Wherever it passed, everything was scorched black in rage.

Between the world and the dead silence, only the roar of the storm spread, and the scene of doom fell coldly on everyone's heads.

Swallow everything.

At the foot of the mountain, the hut in the forest looked up in astonishment, feeling the terrifying malice and curse in the storm that was beyond his imagination. He couldn't help but tremble -

It was not the trembling caused by this terrible sight, but the deep frustration and horror that he felt when he noticed the gap between himself and his teacher.

It is impossible to imagine what kind of malice must be exerted in the cauldron of suffering to reconcile and brew such a terrifying curse from countless disasters?

At this moment, a bloody storm came.

Overwhelming.

Between the sky and the earth, there was only the roar of the storm like the sound of a sword blade, and countless cold lights surged from the blood, swimming ferociously.

Wherever it passed, all the earth was cracked and all the wild forests fell apart.

The towering trees flew up together with the ice and snow, were broken and split, and countless green pine needles quickly turned black, turning into little bits of fire surging among them.

In an instant, the entire train was swallowed up.

Destruction rises from the cauldron and falls from the sky!

Countless high-pitched and harsh sounds erupted from the storm. Not only were the rails disintegrating under the ravages of the storm, cracks also appeared on the ferocious train, and blood spurted out.

A shrill cold light shot through the air, tearing apart the cabin door, grazing the corner of Lu Baiyan's eyes and leaving a bloody red mark on his cheek.

The curse surged, seeped into the wound, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and quickly dissipated without a trace.

The gaping wound squirmed, and a butterfly crawled out. It slowly opened its wings and transformed from the cocoon. The dark wings and black eyes were stained with scarlet.

The train shook violently, and countless fragments fell off from it. They quickly shattered in mid-air and turned into stone cocoons one after another. Countless butterflies flew out from them and spread their wings.

Rushing up into the sky against the bloody storm.

He soared in the curse like a fish in water, quickly transforming himself and the environment, turning the curse that could kill everything into a nutrient pool for self-growth.

Under the will of Da Siming, hell seemed to have turned into a paradise.

Countless black butterflies are like ink, slowly flowing in the sky, earth and air. Wherever they pass, they outline traces and turn the whole world into black and white.

It's like a picture of hell painted with splashed ink.

That is the large group of black butterflies he has cultivated, transformed from the solidified essence of hell!

At this moment, the sky and the earth turned into white paper, and the train outlined in wild thick ink roared, passing through the violent bloody storm and speeding towards hell.

At that moment, a loud noise burst from the sky!

The train suddenly shook.

A section of the carriage is cut off from the middle.

Then, a second loud noise erupted, roaring from the side, tearing apart the surging sea of ​​butterflies and violently lifting the roof of the carriage. Only a sharp iron light was left passing through.

A paper knife roughly cut open the famous freehand painting in front of me.

Everything was falling apart quickly.

Amidst the roar like an artillery bombardment.

Steel wings spread out from the bloody storm, and countless crows hovered in the sky. Those hungry predators looked down at everything on the ground below them indifferently.

When Huai Shi raised his finger, an angry red light gathered from one of them. After the qualitative transformation of the source weapon, the iron crow roared and dived towards the earth.

Like an out-of-arms cannonball, it rubs against the air and burns to red. Carrying this anger solidified into substance, it falls from the sky!

The dancing ink was defeated, causing ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the burning iron crow exploded, countless fragments spread, and once again shattered the entire carriage!

Soon, in the cage of dreams, a wisp of returning source matter was reborn. The excited iron crow rose from the pool. After shaking off the water droplets on his body, he squeezed in front of the TV and began to watch the broadcast provided by his companions. Others got into the cage entrance again and started lining up...

This roller coaster ride is exciting!

And when Huaishi's palm was raised again, hundreds of firelights rose from the crowd of crows - it was no longer the small fight of one or two shots before.

Anger, sadness, compassion, virtue, pain, resentment...

Fully loaded.

The world of black and white was torn apart by the surging light, and the sky also changed colors according to Huai Shi's thoughts, blending with each other. When the chaotic colors surged, everything was shrouded in the shadow of despair. .

At this moment, when Huai Shi's raised finger slipped between the mountains, thunder that penetrated the heaven and earth burst out from this snow-covered world of death.

——Extreme meaning and symphony!

Since the return of Helios, this is the first time Huaishi has tried to go all out in the struggle - the source of divine transformation has enveloped the entire snowfield with the light,

When the long synchronicity finally ended, what fell from the sky at this moment was the rage from the entire ice and snow wasteland!

The sounds of nature are coming!