Xia Mian looked at Ah Jue distractedly, as if she was carefully chewing on what she said.

Confused?

Perhaps, as my sister said, I have never really made up my mind, nor have I been absolutely ruthless.

Xia Mian's kindness is like cowardice and hypocrisy, and more is not clear about the road ahead. She always has a procrastination mentality, as if many things are left there and not dealt with, let Bai Yuqiu do it for her, she can have a better direction, and the affairs of the Wu clan will be solved naturally, she does not have to be a good person, nor does she need to be an evil person.

As a monster bred from the Flower Soul, and as the last remnant of the Loulan Ancient Royal Family, Xia Mian only needs to follow the instructions given by the Flower Soul and raise his divine power with the assistance of the Flower Soul's owner, which can truly change the end of the story and bring all the doom to an end. And she can also benefit Bai Yuqiu, this is their common plan, and it is also the best choice.

But isn't it a sacrifice that is named a meaningful sacrifice?

The little princess of Loulan hated the deception of her father and the high priest at the beginning, and she imagined more than once that without their greed and deception, the ancient kingdom of Loulan would not have become what it is now, and she and her sister would not have become victims of divine power. But for those saints and twelve concubines who have sacrificed for sacrifices for generations, the words left by the little princess before she fell asleep are not also a deception, and the meaningless promise of eternal life and deliverance is not the new big lie?

Under the erosion of thousands of years, does she want everything to end, or does she unconsciously lose her heart?

For these things, Xia Mian still did not answer, and could not be answered.

And Ah Jue's voice is still passing unhurriedly.

Through the ethereal sound of the wind, many things became no longer real, as if even the past she spoke of was filled with a plausible nothingness.

But the events of the past thousand years have been told by her bit by bit.

"Realizing the reversal of our two identities, when I entered the cave and received the divine power enshrined in the "goddess's suit", I have been cultivated as a black saint since I was a child, and I never thought that you would be the real black saint, and I would be the one who was sacrificed in the sacrifice. I think that the reason why my mother deceived His Majesty, and deceived us both as well, was because she wanted to save my life....... First, I am her biological daughter, and no mother is willing to let her child be a sacrifice. On another level, if I become a newly born god, she will be the mother of the new god, and the Loulan Wu clan will also be the biggest beneficiary, and it can even be understood that she is the only beneficiary in the end. ”

"But the priest's wishful thinking is wrong, how can an incomplete container carry divine power?" the corners of the little princess's lips pulled a sad arc, and she laughed self-deprecatingly, "The Black Saintess became a victim of summoning the Tower of Babel, and the White Saintess could not carry the uncontrollable divine power, turned into a monster that came into the world, and finally evolved into the monster of the flower soul....... How ridiculous, you can enjoy the blessings of the gods for generations, but you have to be punished by some gods. ”

These words are too sad, only those who have experienced that bleak past will know how cruel and terrible the punishment of the gods is, Xia Mian tried his best to restrain his tone to the level of indifference, but unfortunately too much emotion still overflowed. And Ah Jue's next words completely tore her calmness apart.

"Amiens, I had a chance to stop you back then. ”

"What?"

"You didn't directly absorb the overflowing divine power, but you were forced to choose by the flower soul, so you can't see a lot of things thoroughly. ”

Ah Jue sighed lowly, and her clear and moving voice sank into the wind.

"But I knew that when I was dominated by the out-of-control divine power, and the goddess's suit had been torn, and the overflowing divine power had to find a new master, the calamity had already been brewed. The originally complete things are divided into two, that is, they are all incomplete and nondescript, so no matter how long it takes, you and I are both monsters, and they can only be monsters, unless they are fundamentally broken, there is no way to really get out of the torment of reincarnation. ”

Xia Mian spied on Ah Jue's expression through the yellow sand, as if he wanted to distinguish the truth from the details.

"Then why don't you just tell the solution directly, but put it off until the time has passed, and regret it in vain?"

"Because, it's too late. ”

Ah Jue's tone paused slightly, her beautiful eyes flashed a little fiercely, and then the words suddenly changed.

"The out-of-control divine power took over my consciousness, I didn't even know what I had done, it was the long sword in your hand that made me sober up, and it was then that I confirmed my guess, but by the time I came to my senses again, it was too late. ”

In response to Jue, it was Xia Mian's silence.

Just now she didn't think about this question, but she quickly reacted that the so-called consciousness of the elder sister was at the moment when the goddess's long sword pierced her chest. Amian still remembers her sister's stunned and mournful eyes, the white gauze on her body was stained with dazzling blood, but her expression was the same noble as before, as if even looking directly was blasphemous.

Her lips touched, as if she wanted to say something.

Later, when many midnight dreams were returned, Amien had guessed whether his sister was really awake in the end, whether that sad gaze was real or his illusion in a trance. Did my sister really tell her anything, did she say it, or was she subconsciously ignored under the violent impact? 520

....... It turns out that what my sister didn't say, is this actually it?

Fortunately, Ah Jue didn't delve into this issue, and she didn't even blame her sister.

Who can be absolutely sober when disaster strikes?

"As the Black Saints tried to stop this, I gradually regained consciousness with their minds and spied a solution to the witch tragedy. But the power of the witches is too weak, just as if there is no medium, the flower soul can't find a suitable master, and you can't wake up with the flower soul, I watched them take all kinds of detours, but I could only watch helplessly. It wasn't until I had He Manzhou, the most suitable container for thousands of years, that I waited for a real opportunity. ”

"Yes, Sister, it's too late. ”

"No, Amiens, it's not what you think, it's not so much that it's too late, it's better than the best opportunity now. Ah Jue's voice came lightly, almost patiently persuading, "If I say that all this is not a dead end, but there are other solutions, only by piecing together the goddess's battle suit, combining our power into one, and then removing it from the root, is it the real solution to the out-of-control divine power, completely breaking the reincarnation, do you want to believe in Sister?"

The hesitation was only a few moments, and the long sword in the little princess's hand was finally released.

Under the dazzling light of the sky, the woman in the white gauze raised her hand, her slender fingertips crossed the void, her hands overlapped several times, and a strange spell was formed, and then the altar in front of the temple resounded with a strange chanting sound, and the monotonous frequency rushed into the eardrums endlessly, as if with a hypnotic sense of bewitchment.

"This long sword of yours should not be pointed at me. ”

This sentence was like some kind of spell, completely breaking Xia Mian's last psychological defense.

Probably feeling the change in the master's mind, the mandala flowers with the offensive momentum died down, and suddenly quieted down, and the crazy growth and invasion of the flowers also stopped growing, as if waiting for the next order of the little princess Loulan. The Sand Guard, armed with a sword and shield, clenched his spear and stood still, and the whimpering wind became quiet.

Seeing that Xia Mian was moved, the corners of Ah Jue's lips flashed with a smile.

The figure of the little princess was hidden in the whole sea of flowers, and the blinding red dyed with blood was in stark contrast to the yellow sand of the desert, and she sank into the shadows with a confused look, and she couldn't see it really for a while. But Ah Jue didn't say anything more, just stood quietly in place, waiting for Xia Mian's final choice.

It's not so much about waiting, it's better to say that Ah Jue has already brought determination.

After all, the reaction of the little princess of Loulan is enough to explain the problem, when the resoluteness and determination to support herself are dissipated by too much emotion, Amian seems to have re-become the obedient little girl who can only be shown in front of her sister, she approached step by step with a long blade, the expression on her face was obscure, and finally it became a kind of resoluteness with a broken cauldron.

In the end, Amiens paused in front of the temple and stopped in front of Ah Jue.

The coldness of the sword edge aroused the flying yellow sand, and the blade reflected Amien's beautiful and moving eyes, she did not point the long sword in her hand at her sister, but suddenly charged the long sword in front of the altar of the temple, her movements were too hard, as if there was no room left.

"I've regretted it once, I don't want to regret it a second time, so if that's the case, let's try it. ”

As the end of this sentence fell, Xia Mian stretched out his hand in the direction of Ah Jue.

And in the next second, the hands of the two of them clasped together.

The sand and gravel all over the sky were shouting, and the divine power that escaped was surging, and the sky collapsed in an instant, and time and space seemed to be torn apart. The surrounding wind swept the yellow sand, obscuring all the scenery in the desert, and the huge impact was like destroying the world, and the golden light continued to spread along the fingertips of Ah Jue and Amiens together, enveloping the long sword of the goddess standing at the door of the temple.

Then the tangled mandala flowers bloomed even more.

A thick mist rose from the gorgeous and bewitching blood, shrouding Xia Mian's body, and the golden light permeated the jade Ruyi in Ah Jue's hand, and then faintly dissipated in the air. Until the gold and blood were completely intertwined, from the initial mutual exclusion, gradually turned into unilateral devouring and gradual fusion, there was an unpredictable strong collision in the void.

He Manzhou's soul seemed to be suspended in mid-air, she watched her body wrapped in light, and when she looked up, she could see the haze of dense clouds dispersed clearly.

The strange light emanating from the altar in front of the temple, the long sword standing on the ground also dimmed a little, and the battle clothes of the goddess who had been scattered were quickly put together, and no one could be sure whether this was Ah Jue's plan in progress, or if the uncontrolled evil god would come to the world again.

In the strong impact, He Manzhou's consciousness became more and more trance-like, her senses became weaker and weaker, and finally only hazy and illusory remained.

When she was on the verge of fainting, she seemed to see the familiar figure.

“....... Bai Yicong?"