Chapter 2073: Corpse Water Rouling Temple, the living stopped
Bang, bang! The stream water that was supposed to be clear turned black at some point and took on a viscous appearance.
Gudong, Gudong! The cracks in the rocks that should have been the habitat of the little beasts are now filled with filth, accompanied by a fishy stench and decay.
Creak, creak! The flowers and plants that were supposed to be soft became extremely hard and extremely sharp, and as the cold wind passed by, they collided with each other, making bursts of harsh sounds.
The vibrant old tree has withered, and the paper strips have twisted into jumping vines, trying hard to absorb the spiritual power in the space. It looks like a hungry beast, no matter how picky or thin it is, no matter what it eats.
The petite and cute flowers have completely changed their appearance, with countless fine barbs growing on both sides of the leaves, which are no less sharp than daggers.
The endless grass as far as the eye can see has still turned gray. Every leaf is as hard as steel, enough to penetrate any intruder.
The visible stones have become even softer. Human faces, large or small, appear on the surface of the stones, either wailing, mumbling, or screaming.
Twisted and bulging.
The mud is spinning like a living thing, and if something cannot fall into it, it will be pulled into the depths of the ground little by little, as if it can never be satisfied.
However, the outside of this mountain peak is always shrouded in a mist, which prevents people inside from seeing the outside scenery and prevents outsiders from peeking into the true appearance of the inside.
A certain red-crowned skylark flew straight over, seemingly intending to take a closer look. However, in the end, she was completely corroded by the fog shrouding the surroundings, and was completely unqualified to take a closer look.
You must know that the mist surrounding the mountain peak is the product of dark spiritual energy compressed to the extreme and evaporated. Not to mention a skylark, even a peak powerhouse, even an ancient beast
None can be broken.
“I didn’t expect the result to be so satisfying.”
"The surface of Gloria's little black parasol has scrolls of dead souls imprinted on it. It must be the abyss of purgatory in her imagination."
"But in my eyes, it would be extremely ridiculous to equate the abyss of purgatory with 'death'. In other words, the abyss of purgatory that I imagine is more of despair and hesitation."
"Compared with the physical existence, mental torture is more reasonable. After all, anyone who steps into the abyss of purgatory is either guilty, or a vicious thug, or a hypocrite."
"Therefore, instead of letting those guys die directly, it is better to let them suffer mental torture, and finally beg for mercy from me as the caster with tears of gratitude, praying for relief."
I saw Christine, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly getting up, stroking the wand of annihilation, and speaking softly. However, the smile on his face had long since faded, and was replaced by frost.
But in just one night, Christine completely changed the appearance of this mountain. Perhaps in her heart, there is no bloody thing in the abyss of purgatory, but more of the wails and begging for mercy of the dead souls.
"Perhaps I am really the 'daughter of the devil'. It is hard to imagine that myself in the world is so different from the actual situation."
"Compared to those beautiful songs, I prefer the enemy's begging for mercy before his death. Compared to those elegant things, I prefer the enemy's despair before his death. Compared to those red tapes, I prefer the truest words before the enemy's death.
Appearance."
"Is it a contradiction? On the one hand, I admire elegance and etiquette, but on the other hand, I am passionate about such ugly things. But you must know that the contradiction itself is a kind of beauty, and it is so beautiful that it cannot be compared."
Christine looked at the scene that had completely changed into a completely different appearance, but it changed from her usual elegant posture, and she seemed to have truly transformed into a "daughter of the devil".
"The elegance I pursue is not simply superficial glamor and courtesy. It is a personal sublimation of the spiritual level, which is to be able to appreciate the beauty brought by light and at the same time recognize the depth and loneliness of black."<
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"I didn't expect that I would learn two self-created spells during a training trip. I didn't think I could reach the top. That would be too much fun."
"I don't know when this journey of cultivation will come to an end. After all, my spiritual power is still quite strong and can last for a long time."
"Why should I be able to change my temperament? I think it's good as it is now. When I'm not waving the wand, I'm the most elegant mixed-race elf. But once I hold the wand, I transform into the daughter of the devil."
"It is full of contradictions and demonstrates ultimate artistry. As for some vulgar people, they are not worthy of pointing out to me."
Christine stood in front of the temple, speaking with a smile on her face. At this point, she decided her future development direction, that is, the body of contradiction.
"Then... let me cast the second self-created spell. It is also a small-scale attack spell, but it is somewhat different from the 'Skeleton Cage'. 'Skeleton Cage' focuses more on quickly dispelling the enemy's psychic energy.
power, but this spell is more focused on making the enemy actively lose their desire to survive."
"Just like the stream filled with filth, although it can still move slowly, it can no longer give birth to any living beings. Just like those prisoners who died unjustly, maybe they have the opportunity to go to the Garden of the Old God, but in reality
But most of them have their heads in different places."
"The aftereffects of the dark stream caress the souls of the dead, the resentment erodes the soul, order and reincarnation return to nothingness, the false gods fall, the execution ground is cursed, the eternal ones shed their disguises, the faceless ones scream shrilly, perish, the temple of corpse water and rotting ridge!"<
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A series of chants of mantras sounded quietly, and Christine crushed a poisonous bead without hesitation, and the wand of annihilation glowed brightly.
The entire mountain peak began to tremble violently, and the space that was originally a dead zone seemed to be even more undisturbed at this moment. Christine was still habitually taking risks, but this time she only took more than twenty steps, and then
Vomiting blood, he waved his hand to dispel his spell.
Her face was as pale as paper, and there was a hint of shock between her eyebrows. The second poisonous bead shattered, and Christine quickly calmed down, and finally returned to normal.
"I didn't expect that this 'Zi Shui Ro Ridge Temple' is so vicious that anyone who steps inside will lose all their psychic powers without even realizing it."
"And from the beginning to the end, the subject of the spell is in a state of extreme depression. After all, all living beings have fragile places in their hearts that cannot be avoided or removed."
"This spell should be able to strangle any magician, including Boom, but it is still not enough to threaten Rikka and Gloria. The sisters' minds are too strong, and they can destroy the world with just one move.
One is so withdrawn that he refuses to interact with the outside world."
After waving his hand to dispel the spell, the entire mountain peak returned to what it was like two days ago due to the dissipation of the "Shishui Rouling Temple". The pavilion is still the same pavilion, the stream is gurgling, and poisons are breeding.
Only Christine took off her poison bead necklace. There were originally fifteen poison beads, but now two were missing. A berry was chewed carefully, a cup of coffee released a strong fragrance, and a magic wand was on the stone table.
It flickers on and off.
At this point, Christine has finally figured out the second self-created spell. Moreover, compared to Boom's mediocre efforts, she appears to be more calm, so the intensity of the two self-created spells is far higher than that of the other.