der six cycles of reincarnation, and the remaining realm of death is completely out of control and crumbles in the void.before the Emperor Gudu stepped into the Underworld, he reached out his hand and...< br > A tearful Blaki stood in the wreckage of the sacred mountain, closing his eyes and stroking the piano. < br > his lips gently opened, reciting the words of the letter, countless voices overlapped like an ancient and desolate poem. < br > these poems are transformed into invisible ripples, and all the Nordic gods associated with the origin of Asgard stop their movements and stand in place like sculptures, even the red worms wriggling inside their bodies seem to be rendered by poetry and gradually stagnate. < br > in this piano and poetry, unprecedented sadness is washing the blood of Nordic mythology. < br > Lin Qiyue stretched out his hand, wiped away the uncontrollable tears from the corners of his eyes, and muttered to himself, < br > "this is. [poets in the sky] " < br > even if Blaki has become so high, it is not easy to mix music with the source signal and transmit it to the whole of Asgard. < br > he must integrate the sound of the piano with the deepest emotion in his heart in order to exert the full power of the poet in the sky, and for Blaki, the deepest thing in his heart at the moment is yearning and sorrow. < br > Dang--! < br > as Blaki plucked the strings, flashing lights gushed out of him. < br > at the same time, the Nordic gods standing still in every corner of Asgard opened a gap, and their connection with the origin was frantically weakening. Along with it, there is their realm. < br > under the control of Blaki, the source withdrew the power of faith from their bodies, and the primary divine level began to fall to the secondary god, while the secondary divine power began to wither. < br > in only a few seconds, the power of all Nordic gods has dropped a big step! < br > then, the bleak and mournful sound of the piano suddenly turned, killing Linglie, sweeping every corner of northern Europe! < br > Blakey's closed eyes slowly opened, and the tearful eyes burst into unprecedented determination and murder! < br > clang clang--! < br > the strings of the harp break one by one, and the shrill sound echoes like thunder under the sky! < br > the string has a total of 48 strings, and each string breaks, there are several contaminated Nordic gods, cut in two, as if there are invisible blades across the space, frantically plundering their lives. < br > one, two, three... < br > the dripping blood spattered out and turned into a red light flying into the sky, accurately falling into the dark golden tall glass behind Blaki, and the wine in the wall of the < br > glass kept rising and shaking, and it would soon overflow! < br > the piano sounds like a sword, love poems are swords, < br > Blaki stands in the rain of blood, like the whisper of death, frantically harvesting the flesh and life of the Nordic gods! < br >. 36, 37. 41. < br > as countless red lights fly from the end of the horizon, scarlet blood spills from the mouth of the Grail, slips down the wall of the cup, and dyes the whole tall cup with blood! < br > suddenly, a blurred figure shattered the void and stood under the dim sky! < br > "Blaki..." In Odin's eye sockets, the scarlet bug kept wriggling, locking the blood-clothed Blaki below, and opened his mouth in surprise. < br > "is it you" < br > "Father." Blaki stared, then shook his head. "Odin." < br > (adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({}); < br > the appearance of Odin made Sun WuKong and Gilgamesh look different. < br > they walked to Blakey's side and looked at Odin in the air side by side. The three robes fluttered with the wind, surging with divine power, ready to hand. < br > ". It shouldn't be yours, Blaki. " Odin's eyes were full of disappointment. He sighed and slowly raised his hand. "give me the origin of Asgard." And the Holy Grail. " < br > "Dream." Sun WuKong gave a cold hum without waiting for Blaki to open his mouth, and his golden eyes burst out with a high-spirited sense of war. < br > just as he was about to rush out with a stick, a palm fell lightly on his shoulder. < br > Blakey gazed at Odin's figure and spoke calmly, "Brother Monkey." I'll do it. " < br > Odin, the king of God, is recognized by many divine kingdoms as the most powerful god in the West. Without reaching the "supreme" realm, it is impossible to be his opponent. Of all the people present, only Blaki was qualified to fight one. < br > Blaki handed the overflowing Holy Grail to Sun WuKong, his body also smashed into the void, and came to Odin in the blink of an eye! < br > Music and youth two different breath of divine power soared into the sky, Blaki let out a roar, a path of illusory light rushed from the body, and the divine power of the double law "supreme" God suddenly came! < br > felt the two laws of Blakey, Odin's brow frowned slightly, < br > he gave a cold hum, the time and space around him suddenly came to a standstill, and then an invisible field opened, enveloping him and Blakey's figure! < br > the next moment, both bodies disappear into the air at the same time. < br > looking at the quiet sky above, Lin was stunned for seven nights. "where did they go" < br > "Odin dragged Blaki into the void." Sun WuKong took a complicated look at the overflowing Grail in his hand. "it seems that he is afraid that after Blaki discovers that he is defeated, he will directly use the overflowing Grail."... As a result, even Odin had little chance of winning, so he simply moved the battlefield directly, leaving him no chance to touch the Holy Grail. " < br > "but he didn't know that Blaki was killed in the war." And I won't use the Holy Grail on him. " < br > Gilgamesh, in his spiritual state, sighed. < br > in the messy ruins, the three men looked up at the nothingness above their heads, and their hearts were lifted up. < br > the battlefield is in the void, and even they cannot know what the battle is like. After all, Blaki has only just stepped into the "supreme" and is not good at fighting. In the face of the legendary Western supreme gods, the chances of winning can be said to be extremely low. < br > "can't we help" Gilgamesh turned around and asked Sun WuKong. < br > "can you tear through the void and enter their battlefield" < br > ". I can't. " < br > "neither can I." Sun WuKong looked at the Holy Grail between the palms of his eyes and paused for a moment. "now, we can do nothing but wait here for the result." < br > Lin Qi Night looked dignified. He was about to say something when a touch of gold flashed into his eyes. < br > he was stupefied, then suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance! < br > "We are no longer needed." Lin Qi Night's mouth stirred up a smile. < br > "reinforcements are coming." < br > when Sun WuKong and Gilgamesh looked into the distance at the same time, they saw a golden streamer swooping here like a meteorite, and a sacred figure with six wings on its back was slowly sketched out. < br > < br/ > < br >urce of the earth, the summer gods easily killed out of the fog, without the slightest decline in strength, fighting all the way against the seemingly endless tide of flesh and blood, rushing straight...