Chapter 317: The Distance Between the Banshee and the Angel
said that it was an audience, but Wu Chen was not going to go to their door, but chose to entertain this group of guests in his own home, in Ninia!
This can be said to be the first official meeting between the rulers of the two worlds, putting aside the huge identity gap between the two parties, Wu Chen attaches great importance to this meeting, which can be seen from his return to the mountains to make this arrangement.
This meeting may lay the foundation of the skyscraper, the meaning is very important, Wu Chen is not contaminated with the stinking disease of the gods, mortals only have obedience in front of them, only sincerity and fear, as if looking up at it is a great blasphemy.
Wu Chen is fundamentally different from them, he is more inclined to cooperate rather than suppressing and coercing with strength and identity, he is more inclined to induce and follow the trend with interests, rather than only benefiting himself, others can only pay!
Of course, if none of this qiē means worked, or if the other party's arrogance and greed exceeded the bottom limit of what he could tolerate, Wu Chen did not lack thunder means, which could be seen from the time Su Jing disappeared.
At this time, sitting on the throne of God, looking at a woman with great interest, oh, no, should I say that it is an undead spirit.
The undead are male and female, and in the process of transforming the soul into the undead, it is enough to lose most of the marks in front of the body, including gender, of course, the exception of the undead in front of her, she is well protected by Xiao Xia, so good that it is for her to specially make this flesh and blood body that is no different from the body in front of her.
It's just that the body can be made, but the real fire of life can't be ignited, fundamentally speaking, she is still an undead, just wearing a "dress", she is a banshee, a kind of soul into a substance!
At this time, her whole body was prostrate in front of Wu Chen, her body trembled and frightened as if she was about to faint, Wu Chen looked at her for a long time, and finally asked at a certain moment: "Your name is White Dove?"
"Yes, Juggernaut, the white dove is my name when I was alive......"
Dove......
Wu Chen chewed on the name, and the memory went back, remembering her identity before her death, and the only intersection with herself, and it was that intersection that completely changed the fate of her, as well as Xiao Xia and the others.
In retrospect, it looks like something that happened in the last century, but in terms of Earth's time, it's only two months.
These two months were lonely years for the white dove in 10,000 years.
"You like this dress very much?" Wu Chen asked.
"I am guilty, Lord, the dead should not covet the ...... of the living"
"You are indeed guilty, but if you can wear this dress, I will forgive your sins!" Wu Chen made a move, and a radiant angelic body stepped through the void and walked to the throne and knelt down, the bright wings on all sides seemed to be condensed by pure golden light, and the wings shook and trembled slightly, pulling the space and a large area of air to transpire and twist!
With such a high-quality and high-density existence, it took a while for the Holy Mountain to adjust and adapt, and this phenomenon occurred not because the power level of this four-winged wise angel was higher than that of the thirty-eight thrones combined, but that the thirty-eight for the throne came to the Holy Mountain was equivalent to coming to Wu Chen's realm, in order to show their humility and prudence, they had always come "alone", and they did not dare to show off or have any traces of arrogance.
Compared with the body of this four-winged angel, the white dove is simply negligible on the side, and the test of the high mountain with ants is not the strength level of the white dove, but the test of her essence - the toughness of the soul!
Wu Chen wants to see if such a soul can control the body of this angel, if she can, then congratulations to her, she will ascend to the sky in one step from now on, if not, Wu Chen needs to bother looking for it, after all, there are too few souls that meet the requirements, too few, too few!
Using the undead to create an angel, there may only be a chaotic attribute like Wu Chen, the gods are completely unrealized, the gods are all extreme and pure, such an attribute requires them to only find souls in their own believers that can carry a huge mass, just because only the souls of believers can naturally fit their essence.
If a certain god creates the wisdom angel in front of him, there may be a face, and the undead spirit will be wiped out, how can there be a chance to try to control it later?
The will of the master cannot be disobeyed, and the white dove can only "take off" this body that she has infinite nostalgia and has been familiar with for a long time, and attach to the past in the form of a blue ball of light and shadow like the open angelic body, this is the banshee, the soul immortal body formed by devouring other souls for a long time.
A swirl-like black hole on the surface of the angel absorbed it at the moment of contact with the banshee, and Wu Chen also ended his relaxed and casual state, staring at the past seriously and solemnly, without the blessing and permission from him, not to mention this banshee, even the doppelganger of the gods could not shake this angelic body.
With the entry of the banshee, the angel's lips opened, and a ninth-order spell "Banshee's Howl" blurted out, Wu Chen just snorted lightly, and wiped out this extremely impactful soul impact!
A large number of banshee's attributes and impurities spurted out of the angel's mouth, and as soon as a large area of gray-black dark energy appeared in the palace, it was transformed clean by the rules of the system, and the white dove was now like being in a furnace, all the attributes and energy that did not meet the body of this angel were eliminated between this howl and a spit, the white dove of the banshee has died, and whether the white dove of the four-winged angel can be born is only the toughness of her soul!
This transformation process is extremely difficult and painful, as his first work, Wu Chen is also extremely careful to watch and monitor, the angel's body began to convuls, the wings on all sides also broke the original vibration frequency, the huge force of the mountain and tsunami surged out, like a roaring sea about to tear the space and tear apart...... However, this qiē is transformed in a trembling of the rules of the system.
A scene that surprised Wu Chen appeared, the white pigeon persisted long enough, and until now there was no sign of soul collapse and disintegration, no one could understand the difficulties and pains better than Wu Chen, so he was curious, what kind of obsession could make the white pigeon persist for 100,000 years, and now it can survive this test?
So his will was projected over, and he lightly broke open the shell of the angel and looked directly at the core that was transforming inside.
"My name is White Dove, I can't forget Jì, I want to go back, I must go back...... You have to, you have to go back, the earth, the world ......"
Wu Chen's astonishment was only for a moment, and then he shook his head and smiled.
Back to earth?
Well, as a reward, I'll satisfy you!
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