With her bare, white and delicate feet, she stepped into the rolling lava from the opposite bank, and the raging flames became surrendered and calm under his feet.
The Crimson White Flame Bear tribe was even more frightened. The clan leaders and clan elders who had reached the peak of the Holy Realm roared and led all the Crimson White Flame Bears to launch the most terrifying attack.
Countless blazing white flames merged into one, forming an extremely powerful fireball. At this moment, the dazzling light was more dazzling than the blazing sun at noon, and the terrifying temperature even made the most terrifying and solid crystal underground
The stone-like ground melted into a translucent liquid.
However, no matter how terrible the temperature was, how terrible the attack was, it was all in vain in front of the woman. The woman's footsteps did not stop for a moment, and not even a ripple appeared in the calm magma under her feet. She did not take action.
She just opened her attractive and small red lips slightly, as if she said a certain word.
Buzz...
The huge red and white fireball immediately disintegrated and turned into thin white lines, all of which merged into the woman's body in an instant.
No, it was not just the red-white fireball that turned into thin lines, but also the rolling hot magma under her feet, as well as the fierce white flames rising from the bodies of countless red-and-white flame bears.
At this moment, it seemed that everything related to fire in time was being plundered by her uncontrollably. It seemed that she was the true controller of all flames in the world, the only flame god!
The blazing magma turned into a piece of cold stone in an instant. Countless red and white flame bears stood motionless, and the white flames on their bodies had long been extinguished, turning into cold stone statues.
But in front of the temple, the really tall white bear statue that represented the pride of the Red and White Flame Bear clan was trampled under the feet of that petite woman.
The woman smiled contemptuously, and the skirt made of flames did not move in the wind. She looked down at the stone statue at her feet, and seemed to say something else, but Qin Feng did not hear it clearly. Maybe even if he could hear it clearly, at this time
He couldn't hear clearly either. Because at this time, his whole person was immersed in an extreme shock.
"Who is this woman who can single-handedly wipe out the entire Crimson and White Flame Bear Clan? With one blow, even the leader of the Flame Bear Clan at the peak of the Holy Realm will be wiped out. What kind of strength does this require?"
"Could she be a strong person in the divine realm?" Qin Feng couldn't help but think of the extremely mysterious realm in the legend, but he quickly shook his head again, because he had already stepped into the divine realm with half his foot.
I can't get a glimpse of all the mysteries of the divine realm, but I still understand a little bit.
But Qin Feng believes that even if he steps into the divine realm with his other foot and becomes a truly strong man in the divine realm, he will never have the slightest ability to resist in front of this woman! Therefore, this woman's cultivation level
It should have surpassed the divine realm!
"Above the divine realm? What is that?" Qin Feng murmured to himself, unable to control himself. He looked at the woman from a distance, and for the first time, he felt that he was as weak and ignorant as a child who had never entered cultivation. And
His so-called holy realm cultivation in his previous life is not even worth mentioning!
Suddenly, the barefooted woman suddenly turned her head and looked towards Qin Feng coldly.
Qin Feng was suddenly startled, and a kind of fear rose from his heart. He did not dare to look at the woman at all, so he lowered his head in fear, but what he saw was a black robe and a pair of black robes.
The skinny palm holding the bloody sword tightly underneath.
This was obviously not his palm, but the palm of the Ghost Gong Martial Saint. Qin Feng suddenly realized that everything he saw and heard now was what the Ghost Gong Martial Saint personally experienced tens of thousands of years ago.
The ghostly martial artist who lived tens of thousands of years ago hid in a rock crevice like a ridiculous ant and witnessed this horrific scene with his own eyes.
The Martial Saint is like an ant, the Ghost Worker Martial Saint is like an ant, and Qin Feng is also like an ant. At this time, he knows that everything in front of him is just an illusion, but even so, it is difficult for him to muster up the courage to face the woman who is stepping on the head of the statue.
He looked at her, as if, as long as he looked at that woman, he would definitely turn into ashes under her cold eyes.
An unspeakable humiliation and unwillingness lingered in Qin Feng's heart for a long time. In the end, he suppressed his fear and raised his head because he wanted to see the woman's appearance clearly and remember her appearance.
!
And the moment he raised his head, it happened to be the moment the woman looked back. The woman's face was very beautiful, with picturesque features and delicate features. There was no expression on her face, and naturally there was no disdain or disdain as Qin Feng imagined.
Arrogance and arrogance with nostrils turned to the sky.
But precisely because of this, it shows the true disdain and indifference of the woman at this time. Because the ant-like Qin Feng or the ghostly martial arts saint are simply not enough to make the superior gods express any emotions, including disdain.
For certain necessary reasons, she might lower herself to trample a nest of ants to death with her feet, but she doesn't even bother to move her noble body, and goes all the way to trample to death a certain ant hiding in the crevices of the rocks.
Qin Feng knew this very well, so he became more and more unwilling. He clenched his fists and said secretly: "One day, one day I will reach the realm above the divine realm and be as strong as this woman! No,
He is stronger than her!"
The woman wrapped in the flame skirt did not continue to take action, nor did she hear the extremely ridiculous and wishful words in Qin Feng's heart. She just raised her steps lightly and then fell gently.
Click... click
A slight sound came from her white and tender feet, and the tall white bear statue slowly cracked from the top of its head. The cracks continued to expand, and then expanded... The sound of the stone cracking became louder and louder, starting from the subtle sound.
, turned into a roar.
The stone statues are cracking, and the stone-like bodies of tens of thousands of red and white flame bears are also cracking. Even the extremely solid spar-like earth deep underground is also cracking, and the magma from deeper depths is coming from the deeper underground.
The depths gushed out...but the god-like woman had disappeared without a trace.
The picture slowly disappeared, and everything in front of him was dark, but Qin Feng's mood could not calm down for a long time. He was shocked by the terrifying strength of the woman, and even more shocked by the events that happened in ancient times. While being shocked by those things,
He also had many doubts in his heart.
For example, why would a woman as high as a god condescend to come underground to destroy the Crimson White Flame Bear clan? If the Crimson White Flame Bear clan were completely destroyed, what would happen to the earth? It would turn into a sea of fire under the raging magma.
, or has all the magma extinguished and solidified, turning into a cold and dead world?
He doesn't know the answer, nor does he know how the ghostly martial artist survived in the final magma. He doesn't even know whether the god-like woman will survive these tens of thousands of years of ruthless time.
If you die, if you don't die, will you be in the legendary divine court?
"Shen Ting..." Qin Feng looked slightly stern, thinking of the scene in his previous life when he crossed the Dawn East Territory and came to the Cloud Tomb, but could not get in.
At that time, he was ignorant and fearless, but now he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and he was even more afraid of the lofty Divine Court. Because the Divine Court was high above, and the creatures living on the ground were like cud dogs, like shepherds, and like ants.
..
Silently thinking about these things, Qin Feng couldn't help but think of the Taixu Ancient Dragon he saw in the first word on the animal skin paper. He thought of the Taixu Ancient Dragon that turned into a golden rain with a drop of blood and tears on the vast scorched earth, making the earth
A scene where everything comes to life again.
So, is it the divine dragon who saves the world, or is it the gods who destroy the world? There is no clear time scale in the picture of the world in the word, and Qin Feng cannot explore or determine these things... But he also
I don't want to continue exploring these things, I just feel a deep sense of loss and exhaustion from the deepest part of my soul.
Yes, I am very tired and very weak. Anyone's mental endurance is very limited. Even the strong ones at the peak of the Martial Saint level are like this.
He saw the past with his own eyes, but he was unable to change anything, because the past was unchangeable. Moreover, even if he was really born in the past, he could only hide in an unknown corner like a ghostly martial artist, like an ant.
, watching everything happen but unable to change it. Therefore, his heart became even more powerless and exhausted.
Fortunately, the past is just the past. He does not need to face these. He only needs to close his eyes and think about nothing, and then he can face the present and future that are extremely peaceful, extremely beautiful, and as beautiful as heaven.
This is what Qin Feng was thinking at this moment, so he didn't want to read other words, nor did he want to face the bloody history that was not recorded in any history books in ancient times. He just wanted to enjoy the wonderful time now.
However, things went against his wishes. He didn't want to face those things, and he didn't want to see those things anymore, but those eighty-one mysterious words had long been imprinted in his heart. Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, those bloody or tragic scenes were still there.
It appeared in his sea of consciousness, and he couldn't help but look at it.
Because history cannot be forgotten or ignored!
At this moment, he became a person chosen by the ghost craftsman and martial sage, and also a person chosen by history, becoming the only inscriber of that period of history that was originally blank.