Artifact.
As soon as the long sword came out, Qian Renxue could clearly feel that her consciousness was lagging.
Xiupruos frowned and waved his right hand continuously. The white light flashed on the sword of the God of Death, and several white light blades headed towards the Angel God.
His target is not this divine thought, but he knows that if he does not cross this divine thought, he will not be able to cause fatal damage to the weak heretic who is completely protected by the wings of the divine thought.
Condensing a long sword out of thin air, Shen Nian snorted coldly, she did not dodge, and slashed out with one sword.
"You've crossed a line, Shupros."
Accompanied by Shen Nian's plain voice, the light blades of both sides collided together, huge energy spread out, and the cold light flashed in Shen Nian's eyes.
Xiupruos moved back a little, his hand holding the sword of the God of Death tightened, and the murderous intention around him became more obvious.
It was just a divine thought, just a divine thought.
Silently thinking in his heart, his eyes became even more solemn. His eyes were filled with that golden figure. This time he was completely serious.
The sword of the God of Death was raised high, the white light condensed, and with a low roar, the white light blade that exuded a more dangerous aura than before broke through the air.
She is just a spiritual thought.
The God-Killing Sword attacks not the body of God, but the divine consciousness. Xiuporos has killed countless gods, and his God-Killing Sword already has the power to destroy gods. After thousands of years of condensation, this
The sword of the killing god is originally one with himself.
The golden flame ignited on the long sword, and his spiritual thoughts faced the light blade, his eyes full of coldness.
Boom——
The long sword sank in, and the light blade passed through it. Xiupruos took a few steps back, and a blood line appeared on his neck.
The light of victory appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he watched with satisfaction as his spiritual thoughts became more illusory.
The terrifying murderous intention contained in the white light blade has invaded the divine consciousness, which can produce great destructive power to the divine consciousness, not to mention that it is just a divine thought.
It is still a divine thought that has insufficient energy.
Reversing his wrist, Xiupruos accelerated the speed of dissipating this spiritual thought, and the collision became faster and faster. Qian Renxue struggled to use her spiritual consciousness to capture their movements.
Give me a little more time, give me a little more time, soon...
With her wings drooped to the ground behind her, Qian Renxue secretly speeded up the recovery of her body. She needed to regain control of her body.
She wants to leave, leave here, stay far away, she can't die here, and she can't continue to be a drag.
Golden feathers floated above Qian Renxue's head, and a faint light shield enveloped her.
Get moving...
Fine lines appeared on the mask, and then began to spread and increase...
Gotta go...
Click, with a subtle crisp sound, the light curtain was completely shattered, and something dissipated in Qian Renxue's spiritual sea.
Suddenly losing protection, the surroundings were filled with murderous intent rushing towards Qian Renxue from all directions.
The slightly raised wings suddenly stiffened, and Qian Renxue's breathing stopped for a moment.
The next moment, she barely waved her wings, and her still moving arm rested on the ground.
I have to go, I have to get out of here!
Moving his eyes downward, Xiupruos focused his eyes on the pale figure.
Of course he noticed her little movements, but so what, the divine mind was gone, and now there was only a cricket human left.
Even though she is the inheritor of the Angel God, who can hold him accountable since the Angel God is dead?
It's time to end.
Xiupruos's face returned to its usual indifference, the whiteness faded away, and the aqua blue eyes reappeared. He looked at Qian Renxue as if he were looking at a dead object.
Under Qian Renxue's unwilling gaze, the sword of the God of Death was raised high again.
The variable, the heresy, is over.
The sword of the God of Death was slashed, and Qian Renxue's body was locked, making her unable to move.
"Silly boy..."
......
Poseidon Island, in front of Poseidon Temple.
A woman stood in front of the temple. Her height seemed to be about 1.8 meters. Her whole body was covered in a layer of bright red robes. Her long sea-blue hair was spread behind her, almost hanging to the ground after being spread out.
She has a soft and beautiful appearance, and she is only around thirty years old at most. Her beauty comes more from her temperament, nobility, elegance and gentleness.
In her right hand, she holds a three-meter-long scepter. The scepter is golden, just like the gold that appeared in the sky just now. The whole body is engraved with magic patterns, and the head of the stick is a diamond-shaped protrusion like a spear.
Starting. Five inches below the tip of the spear, there is a diamond-shaped golden gemstone inlaid.
If you just look at her appearance, she is definitely a rare beauty.
The most surprising thing is her eyes. The clear blue eyes are deeper than the sea, and the vicissitudes of kindness in them seem to have gone through eternity.
How can these eyes be possessed by a thirty-year-old woman?
"The breath of God?"
With surprise, the woman's gentle voice sounded, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the hand holding the scepter tightened unconsciously.
This breath was not the breath emanating from the gods she knew. This breath was extremely unfamiliar to women.
Worried, uneasy and with a hint of expectation, the woman looked far away, looking at the endless sea, the continent on the other side of the sea, and the direction in which the aura was emanating.
Could it be him...?
Her lips moved slightly, the woman turned sideways, her eyes turned to the palace behind her, and a faint inquiry appeared on her face.
She wanted to know who the breath belonged to, but she didn't ask until the end.
Without instructions, she cannot leave here, she cannot leave this island, and she cannot leave this island where she has lived since she was a child.
The gods she believes in are enshrined here.
As a person favored and chosen by the gods, as the spokesperson of the gods in the world, and as the high priest of the gods, she must stay here.
She must protect this island, and with her known future, she must not leave.
Even if she misses her sweetheart, that is her belief, her duty, and her inescapable fate.
"High Priest?"
A middle-aged man saluted the woman respectfully, with a look of doubt on his face.
The man is bare-chested and over two meters tall. His entire body is like an inverted triangle. He has broad shoulders, granite-like back muscles, and a head of dark blue, semi-long hair that barely reaches his shoulders and is naturally curled.
On his solid back muscles, there is a blue dragon pattern tattooed on it.
Noticing the man's attire, the woman frowned, but she didn't say anything more to the man.
"That's all, let the other holy pillars be more vigilant recently."
The woman seemed to want to tell the man to do something, but before she spoke, she suddenly changed her mind.
They cannot leave the island privately, they all have to protect this place, and their gods have no will for them to leave the island.
"Yes."
The man responded respectfully, and after the woman waved, he turned and left. The woman also turned around and continued to look in the same direction.
He should have sensed it too.
This chapter has been completed!