Looking at the constantly changing light and shadow above, carefully feeling the drumming of the laws of heaven and earth like a fetal movement, the rhythm that seems to be the world about to be reborn, Feng Yinqiu is very emotional, very confused, very lost, and very looking forward to it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

All in all, he was excited.

After going through so many things, even he felt that maybe there would be nothing in this life that could make him feel strong and difficult to help himself. But at this moment, he realized that this was not the case. When he saw the infinite starry sky unfolding in front of him, and when he saw the roots of heaven, earth and the universe revealing a hint in front of him, the tired mentality that he had been disheartened and seemed to feel indifferent to his life and death was suddenly overshadowed by an impulse -- he really wanted to see more clearly, to get closer.

The 'Taishang Zhengyi Miluo Ten Thousand True Talismans' in the depths of the divine soul were agitating with the wave of the fetal movement of the laws of heaven and earth, and the power that had been consumed was rapidly recovering at the original speed of a hundred times and a thousand times, but Feng Yinqiu didn't notice this at all, or even if he did, he wouldn't care at all. This wave of fetal movements, the rhythm that beats with the whole world, is so grand, far-reaching, magical, and incredible, as if it can reveal the meaning of all the existence in this world.

I have felt the power of the true gods, and I have felt the same incredible Buddhist Dafa and Daomen supernatural powers, but due to his own cultivation and realm at that time, Feng Yinqiu can't feel how clearly and understandably, and he can't understand how much of the true meaning of the avenue, just like seeing flowers in the fog and distinguishing calligraphy and painting through a layer of window paper. But at this moment, the plan is clearly subdivided, and every trace of change is subtle, and the evolution and change of the magic net can be seen clearly, but it is clearly reflected in the true talisman of all things. From the moment the scroll opened, it seemed like an instant, and it seemed like 10,000 years, but Feng Yinqiu saw the slightest changes from beginning to end, and it began to combine into a galaxy that ran through the universe.

This is just a simple mapping, just like the surface of the water reflects the scenery, and it does not let the true talisman of all things really come into contact with this arcane art, there is such a magnificent and magical scene. For the first time, Feng Yinqiu felt like an obstacle to the true form of the Universal True Talisman, to come into contact with the original echo of the world's roots.

Fortunately, it's just a mapping. At the same time, Feng Yinqiu could faintly feel that if he really did the same as the arcane arts that had been rubbed before, and let the true talisman of all things really come into contact with this torrent that was like the movement of the world, his sea of consciousness and his whole person might be directly swallowed and assimilated by the instantaneously expanding true talisman, turning into a member of a magnificent universe.

But if there is really that opportunity, Feng Yinqiu doesn't know if he can endure it and not try. To be able to see such a vast and profound heaven and earth, to be one with the essence of this world, that sense of belonging is definitely far beyond the desire for life and death.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out. It turns out that this is the reason why the cultivators cultivate. In comparison, those things like immortality, Wang Baxiong, etc., are simply pale and superficial, like third-rate scripts on the stage of a rural society.

At this time, Feng Yinqiu also had to admit that he had misestimated before. This Euro Arcane really has the almost incredible ability to shape the true spirit of heaven and earth, even if it is just to create a human god by taking advantage of the situation, it is also a supreme spell that changes the laws of heaven and earth from the root, and the real supreme spell that changes the heavens and the earth is countless times more clever than any moving mountains and reclamation. There was no need for others to explain at all, Feng Yinqiu knew that this could definitely only be the product of the peak of the Arcane Empire in the past, and with only those remnants of the current situation, no matter what kind of great organization or archmage claimed to be, it would be impossible for them to do anything about this arcane.

And now, it seems that the god of vengeance, the god of vengeance, the High Priest of Vengeance, will be truly conceived from heaven and earth with the help of this arcane power. Feng Yinqiu could already vaguely feel the breath of the true spirit of heaven and earth.

As the initiator of the direct birth of the gods, the high priest of the enemy can be said to have gone directly to the extreme on the path of Shinto, except for the madman like Zhang Tianshi who wants to become a god himself, this is the end of Shinto. In the future, as long as he really involves the realm of 'revenge', the power he can exert can reach the extreme in this world.

Maybe he really has the ability to return to Shenzhou to face those people. Feng Yinqiu sighed silently. But I don't know what a bloody storm it was, and I don't know how many people's heads fell to the ground and blood flowed like a river, compared to the blood sacrifice of hundreds of people here today, it was just a drizzle. It's just that what will happen to this matter is no longer something he can worry about, and now although the power of the Ten Thousand True Talisman is recovering rapidly, the injuries on his body have not improved, and at such a close distance, the high priest can subdue him at any time if he senses that something is wrong, and in the face of this tidal rhythm of heaven and earth, he doesn't know how to stop it.

But at this time, the mutation protruded.

The high priest, whose face was full of solemnity and concentration, suddenly shook his body, and his eyes opened open, revealing an incredible expression.

Although he is not a priest and does not have the most intuitive experience, in the perception of Feng Yinqiu, this fetal rhythm of heaven and earth seems to be suddenly inserted into it by an inexplicable force, becoming soothing, long, fuller and more powerful, or in other words, it seems to be assimilated and covered up by a more powerful rhythm.

Then everyone saw a woman step out of the void above the ever-changing light and shadow.

Strictly speaking, this is not a woman, but a female elf. A pair of elves' unique long pointed ears towered on the side of their heads, a long purple hair danced gently in the air, and their faces were cold and glamorous, looking young, but the vicissitudes of life in their green eyes were indifferent as if they had seen the evolution of life and death in countless worlds. This female elf is dressed in extremely simple clothes, as if she is just choosing some armor made up of the shells of some large beetles, but it brings out a special beauty in a bit of primitive simplicity, and suddenly appears in the void above.

All the dwarves, all the captured caravan guards and mercenaries, were completely stunned at the appearance of the female elf, and almost forgot to breathe. It is not that this female elf is beautiful, but that there is a sense of intimidation that is far stronger than the light and shadow condensed by the high priest, and everyone can feel that their bodies, their hearts, and their souls are swaying together, cheering together, and worshipping and surrendering together with the appearance of this elf.

The wind on the ground is like a woodcock. He didn't know this kind of unique alien race in the European continent, in fact, he didn't even care whether it was a human or a ghost, a man or a woman, his attention was all on the agitation of the laws of heaven and earth, which were dozens or hundreds of times more powerful than before, as soon as this female elf appeared. It was as if the whole world was breathing with the elf.

This kind of breath he had felt when he was in Shenzhou, it was the breath of the true spirit of the heavens, earth, and universe manifested in the world.

The power of the true gods.

“... That's—" In the far corner, Stephanie whispered, desperately recovering from the shock.

“... Ninth Order Divine Technique, Divine Presence Technique... It turned out to be this... I see..."Sir Adari's eyes, which were already cloudy and full of lifelessness and twilight, were indeed shining with an incomparably sharp light, as if he had returned to the battlefield fifty years ago. His voice trembled slightly, but it was no longer because of weakness and powerlessness, and he felt this breath that had been lost for fifty years, and it seemed to squeeze out the last bit of potential in his body and spirit.

“... Knowing the answer, the horror in Stephanie's heart continued unabated. The empire and arcane civilization that seemed to her heart were like faith, but they were overturned under this ultimate divine art. “... So this female elf is..."

“... Princess Asart of the Darkleaf Clan, who is both the patriarch of the Darkleaf Clan and one of the high priests of the December Forest, was the one who led a coalition army to snipe the Northern Legion..."The old knight slowly stood up, his body and the hands holding the hilt of the sword became more and more powerful. This is not just the effect of spirit and fighting spirit, but the gift brought to the body by the fluctuation of this mighty law. "Don't be afraid, we're too weak to be her target. Divine presence comes at a great cost, and she won't waste her strength to take care of us two ants. ”

“...... So what are we going to do?"

"We just have to wait quietly...... Opportunities will definitely arise. ”

"So this one they called... Which god is it? The elven clan doesn't worship any god in particular? and... How can such a complete suppression be formed on this soon-to-be-formed secondary god?"

"......" The old knight was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke: "Maybe it...... Goddess of Life..."

At this time, all the temple churches on the entire European continent were brightly lit, and the law fluctuations brought about by the previous eleventh ring arcane made all the main priests, as well as the high-ranking priests and priests who could really feel this breath, wake up. And now the breath made them all kneel and pray in silent prayer. No matter what god they worshipped, the feeling that appeared at this moment made them understand from the depths of their souls that this was still a great being they should worship.

In addition to the high-ranking clergy, only the arcanists who had crossed the wall of law and could be called archmages felt this aura as well. Almost all of them were in doubt, even panic. This far-reaching and long-lasting power, which seems to be unable to be resolved and covered by the magic net, makes them feel deeply powerless.

And for many archmages, this power is familiar, they have felt it many years ago, and the shock and trauma it caused them have not been forgotten to this day.

"It's... This is... Divine Presence Technique... Who? Who is it? What race of high priests is using this ninth-order magic to deal with the previous eleventh ring arcane art? Why are they doing this? Are they crazy? Who the hell are these people? What's going on?"

In the Arcane Academy of Oroyosta, in that huge empty lecture hall, the young man named Eddie was already sweating, his face was full of panic and disbelief, almost hysterical. Able to distinguish this law turmoil covering the continent, it is obvious that his real age is not as young as he seems.

The old woman standing by the window was not panicked at all, not even a little surprised, but looked at the night sky to the northwest, with a meaningful smile on her lips, and her eyes were as bright as an eighteen-year-old girl looking at a handful of favorite flowers.

In the bright and wide laboratory, which was full of all kinds of alchemy instruments and limb organs, the obese middle-aged man finally raised his head and stared in the northwest direction, but his eyes were still swaying and scattered, and he didn't dare to look at it. He looked very nervous, sweat began to ooze from his head, and his fat body writhed, making the hands and feet of the two girls under his ass tremble a little overwhelmedly. His hands seemed to be unsure of where to put them, suddenly on his knees, suddenly his fingers crossed together, and then scratched his scalp and plucked out his ears, and pulled out a wet booger from his nostrils and wiped it on a girl's hair.

Finally, he took a deep breath, clenched his hands as if to cheer himself up, and finally stared hard in that direction, and the beads of sweat on his head and face became more and more. If he could be a few decades younger, he would be a student waiting for the results of the exam to be announced.

In the southwestern part of the continent, in the deepest part of the Scorching Fortress, in the Legion Commander's study, Count Amos suddenly began to laugh loudly after a brief period of astonishment, and the deafening laughter rolled back and forth in the study isolated by the magic array, like an earthly dragon roaring, it was hard to imagine that such a thin old man could make such a loud sound.

"Hahahahahaha.............ha Whatever, no matter who it is, it's all well done!"

Not far away, the High Priest of the Temple of the God of War was still on his knees. As a priest, especially the high priest of a secondary god, he can feel the meaning of this breath from the deepest part of his soul, and no matter how strong the orc warriors are on weekdays, he can not even arouse the slightest bit of fighting spirit and fighting spirit. The little Baron Aria in the corner of the wall just looked at the two adults who behaved very differently in horror and inexplicably, he felt nothing, of course he didn't understand anything, he could only endure the thunderous laughter of the Legion Commander and tremble.

After a pause in laughter, Count Amos turned his head to look at little Baron Iria, and his smiling expression and kind words made the trembling intelligence commander reassured: "Well, this time it is indeed not your dereliction of duty. However, in the future, we still have to be more attentive and put more of the thoughts spent on choosing a secretary. The cause and effect of this incident must be thoroughly investigated, and those who are hiding behind the cult of Westerners must be found out to me!"

"Yes!The Night Stalkers must make a twelve-point effort!" Little Baron Aria gave a military salute with a strong puff of his chest, and the air in the room, which had just been filled with fear and fish, seemed to suddenly become fresh.

Count Amos nodded, turned to look at the High Priest, who was still kneeling on the ground, and muttered, "It's a good luck, but luckily this scroll didn't fall into our hands......" (To be continued.) )