Chapter Thirty-Third: The Brahma Flame Extinguishes the World
The walls were in ruins and rubble was scattered. The majestic Vulcan Temple collapsed overnight, and the pure obsidian walls were in dilapidated condition.
The moonlight has just been swallowed up by the bright light, and the sun has slowly climbed up in the east, bringing the first warmth of the day. On the only intact piece of land, a cold man in black clothes is facing another man with snow-covered hair.
stand.
The slender fingers were wrapped around a long red string, and the end was as black as smoke. It shone with a coquettish luster as if it had just drank blood, but it could not hide the traces of fire burning in many parts of the string. More than ten steps away, a skull was as black as late at night.
A few scratch marks are faintly visible, but compared to the person who is obsessed with it, these marks are extremely light. Under the long hair as white as snow, there are countless wounds that are deep enough to see the bones and are ferocious. The ground where they stand has long been covered with blood.
Large areas stained red.
The tone was soft and clean, almost whispering, and the words were inaudible and continuous. It was like a night song to lull people to sleep peacefully, which was completely inconsistent with the extremely cold and explosive atmosphere.
Wei Moyan knew that it was Mingsha's spell to summon a strange spell. It was the terrifying power brought by this spell that destroyed the altar and the person he wanted to spend his whole life and energy protecting.
His frantic thoughts prevented him from thinking calmly about any problem, whether it was a demon or a human being.
Continuous destruction, endless destruction, he hoped that the pain that could not be vented in his body could turn into power to destroy the whole world, or prove that everything was a dream.
Turn him into ashes before his eyes and disappear; or, turn him into the sharpest blade, cut off anything related to her, and sleep with her.
This world she once hated, this world she once loved, this world she once walked with, all the traces left in her eyes and memories will be destroyed, and she will go into the world with his lovesickness, waiting for her.
, waiting for him to go to Biluo Huangquan to find her, and promise to never leave her for three lives and seven lifetimes.
We cannot be together in this life, but in the next life, we will join hands until death.
"With my blood and soul, I will destroy the demon and destroy the world!"
At the end of the last mantra, a strong wind suddenly rose from the dead-calm mountain top, and a small blue flame at the fingertips suddenly surged into the sky, and suddenly scattered in mid-air, scattering a temperatureless rain of flames.
The sky is as clear as blue, and there are thousands of mist clouds. Drops of pure blue fall on the ground, shoulders, and face, as soft as someone's delicate white catkins caressing them. Such a beautiful scene makes me want to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
Watch and listen to her smile, which is as gentle as a silver bell.
Dragging the skull and opening his arms, the icy blue flame rain hit his body as if it had been absorbed, and the color of red flames once again appeared in those pitiful and sad eyes!
Little by little, the strange color of half gold and half red engulfed the original dark brown pupils, and the ground-length snowy hair was flying and elegant under the wind. The thin flames of brilliance flowed from scratch, from weak to bright, and then again.
Covering the slender figure, it is more solemn and majestic than before.
The symbol of the Vulcan Cult buried under the ancient legends of southern Xinjiang is a demon, but it is also a god, the fallen god.
The curse of birth in the left hand and the doom of death in the right hand gradually appeared in the palms. The two palms faced each other, and a ball of blue and red fireworks jumped and roared in the middle. The flames turned and swirled, and vaguely transformed into the shape of an enchanting double-petaled bowl lotus. It was beautiful.
It makes you forget to breathe.
When this lotus flower is completely formed, Mingsha, the leader of the Vulcan Sect, and the human being no longer exist. Instead, they are summoned by their flesh and blood and soul, and the demons that reside in the figure come to destroy the world.
The fallen demon god.
Borrowing the power of the devil to seal the heart to prevent it from being devoured, the power is naturally much smaller than turning the body and mind into a devil. Killing ten witches and clearing the protector, Mingsha can easily do it by simply entering the devil's body. He can face what is called the most powerful person among humans.
Wei Moyan, the dragon, can only stop his crazy attempt to destroy everything in front of him by sacrificing himself to the devil in exchange for the power of falling from heaven.
No matter what, Ali cannot die.
Even though he didn't understand what demons were and what destruction was, Wei Moyan could still guess what kind of results this change would bring. However, he did not take advantage of Mingsha's waiting period for the change - without Xia Qingluan, who would live and who would die?
, what’s the point?
It's better to have a fight with the so-called demon. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. I just want to use the unrestrained fighting to relieve the heart-breaking pain. The feeling that life is worse than death. I don't want to be immersed in it anymore.
"Mingsha..."
The hand that transformed into a fire lotus suddenly froze, and for a moment, the red flame in his eyes receded half a moment.
Have you started to hallucinate before being swallowed by the devil? If you can't calm down, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Mingsha closed her eyes and abandoned all distracting thoughts, and the shape of the fire lotus in her palm became increasingly clear and discernible.
Seeing that the beautiful two-color fire lotus was about to take shape, suddenly, there was a strange noise from the shattered altar that was buried under the dome rubble. The blue flames suspended above also changed accordingly, and several strands of blue flames separated.
, falling on the ruins and burning some of the obsidian fragments into ashes.
"Stop, Mingsha, you can't become a demon!"
The dark brown eyes that were about to be swallowed opened suddenly and looked towards the altar in disbelief. When he noticed that Wei Moyan's eyes were also falling there, Mingsha realized that it was not an illusion.
It's Ah Li, it's really Ah Li calling him!
That crisp and clear voice with a pure smile must be that of Ali. She is awake, and she has not been swallowed by the devil!
"Ali..." The ecstatic Mingsha was about to run to the side of the blue flames, but the endless power that instantly surged out of his body made him unable to resist the heavy pressure and fell to the ground, holding up his head in pain and looking towards
For the girl who was motionless in the flames, the fire lotus in her palm that should have dissipated actually became conscious of its own, leaving her palm and floating into the air.
The devil has been summoned to the world.
"Save him! He will be swallowed! Save him!" The ethereal voice sounded out of nowhere with a cry, and the girl's unique clear voice filled his ears. Wei Moyan was not sure if she was speaking to him.
Looking around, the seriously injured Luo Hua was unconscious holding his sister's body. He was the only one who could touch Mingsha.
However, what reason does he have to save people?
Wouldn't it be better if the world was destroyed by demons and let everyone sleep together with Qingluan? That way, she would no longer be alone.
The blue flame beat rapidly, as if a person's heart was in chaos. After a few sobs that seemed to be absent, the voice sounded again: "Wei Moyan, you save Mingsha, you save him, and I will let Miss Xia go!"
His deep and cold eyes tightened, these words hit the bottom of his heart, and in an instant all his manic energy disappeared.
He heard it right, Xia Qingluan is still alive, and she can still be saved!
In order to prove that what he said was true, the flames wrapped around the almost transparent girl dropped a few feet. A burst of flames passed by, and a corner of the blood-stained white gauze was exposed under the rubble.
The moment the red and red flames struck Xia Qingluan, the girl sleeping on her knees above her urged the flames guarding her to wrap around him, canceling out the blow that was enough to destroy both body and soul, but the force of that burst was too strong.
The difficulty made Ali, who had become one with the holy fire, unable to concentrate for a long time. It was not until she saw that Mingsha could not suppress the demon in her body that she reluctantly asked for help.
"I didn't eat her soul, I really didn't. Save Mingsha, I'll give her back to you!"
"How to save him?" He asked in a low voice with ice on his brows and his cold handsome face regaining its unique indifference.