Chapter Seventy-Three: The Heavenly Realm
The only blue-black figure in the pitch-black Muzi of the "Ice Moon ......" was ...... Bingyue stood more than ten meters in front of Xia Leng, her waist-length hair fluttering messily in the wind, and her delicate and beautiful face did not show any emotion.
Zhu Lip opened lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but as if he didn't want to say anything, Zhu Lip squirmed slightly, Xia Leng frowned, "Bingyue, what are you talking about?" I can't hear ......"
Xia Leng took a step forward, and Bingyue took a step back.
"Ice Moon?"
Xia Leng had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Why do you want to embark on this road......
Bingyue's cold and clear voice sounded faintly, and there was a miserable sadness in her voice...... Xia Leng raised his slender hand slightly, "Ice Moon ......"
"Let's not be together......"
Bingyue turned around and left with an indifferent face.
"Ice Moon!!"
Xia Leng flashed in front of Bingyue in an instant, his hands were ringed, but only an afterimage was ringed, and as soon as the afterimage disappeared, he saw a blood rose floating in the air...... "It's this trick again......"
As soon as Xia Leng stroked the blood rose, the blood rose turned into petals and disappeared into the air...... The black and blue diamond-set ring falls to the ground with a crunching sound...... Xia Leng flashed in a flash and left...... Bingyue walked out of the bushes on the side, and her jade hand gently picked up the diamond ring on the ground...... The blue-black Muko flashed a hint of gloom, "Allen......"
After a flash of silver light, the ice moon disappeared in place...... Xia Leng returned to the same place, and the figure of Bingyue was long gone...... The familiar fragrance of roses, but there is no blue-black figure...... Above the clouds...... The silver-white figure slowly turned around, and the delicate face that could not be described in words was reflected in the blue-black Muzi of the ice moon...... "Why do you want Xia Leng to embark on the road to godhood......
Bingyue asked coldly.
Sustrair lowered his head, played with the silver-white flowers in his hand, and pondered for a long time before Wan'er's beautiful voice slowly sounded, "This is the number of fate......
"Nonsense! This qiē is all your doing! Hurry up and let Alan get back the divine power on Xia Leng's body! And Ariana! Tell her to take back the divine power on Yan Ling's body! I won't allow you to make Xia Leng and Yan Ling gods! I will not allow the people I love to follow me here to suffer! ”
Where is this place worthy of the word heaven, it is clearly hell!
And there's an unspeakable secret...... Too much, too much...... Sustril frowned slightly, looked at the dark sky outside the Luna Garden, but shimmered with countless stars, and remembered that the figure was flashing quickly...... "girl...... Why don't you tell them yourself? ”
Sustrair turned his head to look at Bingyue, whose face was covered in black lines, and asked.
"I want you to take away the divine power from me and those who are important to me! And in the future, life after life, they will never be allowed to have divine power! ”
Bingyue said to several figures floating in the sky.
"Hmph, little girl, you have a very big tone, you dare to order us!"
The silver-clothed man said angrily.
When the powerful pressure came, Susteril raised his eyebrows, and the coercion turned into nothingness...... "My Bingyue is not your turn to deal with it!" The little Grim Reaper dares to run rampant! Didn't Plifero teach you how to live politely with a god who is stronger than yourself? ”
Sustril sneered at the man in black beside the man in silver and said.
Plifero raised his sword eyebrows, "After so many years, you are still so protective of your ...... in Susterier"
"You've been unable to find a suitable heir several times, have you? This time I finally found a suitable one, but unfortunately she didn't want to...... It's pathetic......"