The goddess of fast wear is super burning

Chapter 643 Alternative God (17)

The whole world was plunged into darkness, eerily quiet.

The darkness is coming in like a tide, and you can feel the cold wetness rising from your calf, like going from shallow water to deep water.

As the darkness thickened, even breathing became difficult.

Wei Xi didn't know the other people's current situation. Apart from being a little uncomfortable, she wasn't greatly affected by the black air.

As the blood in the air became more and more pungent, a dazzling golden light suddenly poured down from above.

Then comes the second strand...

The third strand...

……

Countless golden lights pierced the dark and strange night, forcing the black air with an unstoppable momentum, and could only return to the thirteen strands of black air in desperation.

The darkness faded, and everything in the world was still.

Wei Xi raised his eyes and looked down. Except for the altar, everything was covered in blood red. The corpses were piled up on the ground, and none of them was complete.

She stared at the stumped limbs and arms for a while, then slowly moved her eyes to look at the position next to her seat.

There was no one there.

Wei Xi looked to the side again. The saint was still in the kneeling posture, eyes closed and motionless.

The golden light was still pouring down, and those thirteen blood beads flew out at some point, and they were circling Qi Cangshan.

As the scope of the golden light gradually expanded, the cloudy sky just now became cloudless in an instant, leaving only the endless blue.

At the same time, all the black energy rushed towards the altar.

Wei Xi turned her back to the altar, her body seemed to be fixed in place, even though she knew that His Highness was right behind her at this moment, she didn't turn around to look.

But as time passed, Wei Xi noticed that the opponent's divine power seemed to be weakening.

Purification already consumes divine power, what's more, half of his divine power is given to the law, and the other half is used on himself. How can the remaining divine power resist the power of these thirteen blood beads.

Wei Xi took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions calm, and slowly turned to look at the altar behind him.

The black air surged there, and only a long, straight blue figure could be vaguely seen, surrounded by a touch of light gold.

Even if you can't see his face clearly, you can still feel the innate dignity of the other party, as well as the cold aura that rejects people thousands of miles away.

There is no trace of popularity in him, just like a machine.

In Wei Xi's memory, the most impressive thing about this Highness is that he is cold and strict, cruel to others, and even more cruel to himself.

Most gods in the God Realm are afraid of him.

Just as Wei Xi was about to look away, the next second she felt that His Highness raised his eyes and looked over. The black mist blurred her vision, and she couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but she didn't think there was any emotion, just seeing her Looking at her, he just gave her a cold and casual look.

Sensing that His Highness' breath was getting weaker and weaker, Wei Xi summoned his own divine power to assist him almost without thinking, but the divine power was bounced back when he was approaching the altar.

She looked at the figure in the black mist, but the other person looked past her and looked down the altar: "When are you going to see?"

After he finished speaking, a familiar white figure slowly walked out from under the altar.

If it's not Yinxuan, who else is it?

He walked up to the altar unhurriedly, raised his eyes to look at the figure in the black mist, and said in a cold and displeased tone: "You want to ask me for help to repay this attitude, do you think you are still the emperor of the gods? ?”

(End of this chapter)