The prince's female corpse stood quietly on the treetops not far away, her eyes were white, looking at Sikong emptyly, and the supreme jade divine light was still there. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's going to dawn.

Sikong's mind turned a hundred times, wisps of anxiety appeared in his heart, and sweat was like rain, directly wetting Sikong's clothes.

Even if the dragon armor was a Templar suit, an epic weapon, and the casting process was at its peak, it was completely ergonomic, and Sikong felt extremely stuffy at this time.

'Huh? Templars! ’

Suddenly, Sikong's face must have been determined, as if he had thought of something.

Since the beginning of the War of the Gods, the Templars and the angels have traveled to the battlefield of the gods, after which the angels shed blood and the temple collapsed, leaving one hundred and eight angelic tears and twelve bright wings.

The Templars were all killed, and the remaining Divine Thoughts returned to the angel statue with their armor and continued to guard the temple.

Let Middle-earth immortalize one hundred and eight dragon-patterned armors. However, no one could use the power of the temple in dragon armor, bronze masks, and rusty swords.

Because, with the death of the Templars, the power of the Templars fell into a deep sleep, and they only confided their edge for the Templars.

Thinking of this, Sikong smiled weirdly, stepped out, and quickly walked towards the prince's female corpse!

He wasn't a Templar, but he had the Eye of Origin, enough to change the world!

'Goo-goo......-goo'

From the distant mountains, there was the first birdsong, and there was a faint sound of fluttering wings.

The birdsong echoed in the sky, and then the sky turned red.

A red cloud made the black fog retreat, and the sea was full of golden waves, and a wisp of sunrise like boiling molten steel leaked from behind the red cloud, spraying out, and the golden light was dazzling.

This ray of morning sun shuttles through the treetops in the crevices. Comfortable, long.

The freshness of the jungle permeated out at this moment, filling everything between heaven and earth, and under the sun, it was a delicate dust, making the whole castle from the gray of black and white photos to vivid.

The morning dawned, and the sacrifice began.

The remains of the true god in the Supreme Jade suddenly burst into divine light, and the corpse of the prince fell from the treetops like a puppet with a string.

She pulled out the broken sword in her chest, and the dark red tip of the sword was dotted with blood plums, and then with a monstrous killing machine, she killed Sikong.

As long as the blood is poured out at this dawn hour, the sacrifice can be completed and become a tribute to the resurrection of the true God!

In the confinement of the divine light of the remains of the true god, and under the murderous shroud of the prince's woman, Sikong is like a lonely boat in the angry sea, and when a wave rolls in, the boat will be destroyed and killed, and it will be annihilated in the predetermined fate, becoming a sad sacrifice.

The broken sword came into Sikong's eyes, and the supreme jade on the eyebrows of the prince's female corpse was extremely clear, and even the shallow cracks could be seen.

A predetermined fate?

Sikong's eyes showed a ruthless color, and when his mind moved, he was the Eye of Origin!

The Templar suit, made from the world's fetal membrane, is immortal and contains the power of the Temple

Compendium of Origins: Origin of the World

Simulation level: low

Origin Derivation: Changing the world

Note: The observed object is real, secapable, and highly malleable

Change the world!

Then, Sikong's vision changed.

The things he had seen came flooding in like slides.

The brick-eroded walls, the terrifying fire dragon, and the Thousand Snow River from the snow-capped mountains......

Walking through the wilderness and wading through the river, the final scene is frozen on a decaying temple.

Beneath the statue of the Folded Winged Angel, a dead Templar sits cross-legged on the ground with a rusty sword at his knees, his hands raised upwards, as if trying to catch the angel's tears.

The world is changing and the stars are moving, but it is only a moment.

Sikong's breath changed suddenly, less than twenty years later, in a blink of an eye, he saw the sea change into mulberry fields, and the people in his hometown did not know him.

When it is silent, it is like a mountain lying among the stars in the breeze, looking down on Middle-earth in the morning and evening.

When moving, if the thunder is angry, he vows to fade Middle-earth, and even if the gods come to fight, he will dare to cut a sword!

In the dragon pattern armor, the holy light turned from faint to thick, and first a ray of holy light swirled out, as if it was familiar with the aura that had not been felt for thousands of years.

Then, the holy light turned into a silver waterfall and rose to the sky, completely piercing the black curtain, and even the newborn golden sun was covered by this monstrous holy light.

On the bronze mask, a cold meaning flowed down, which actually shocked Sikong's spirit, making his obscure spiritual domain value due to serious injuries seem to improve a few points.

The broken gun is close to now, and everyone is drinking-

"Kill!"

The rusty sword screamed sadly, as if it was crying with joy, and the sword body shook, and all the rust fell one after another.

Revealing the incomparably mysterious, with mountains, rivers, plants, trees, and angel temples, the patterned sword body!

The rusty sword of the past, the holy sword of now!

The holy sword collided with the broken sword, and the broken sword shattered inch by inch, turning into sawdust, and then stabbed into the eyebrows of the prince's female corpse.

'Click......'

The tip of the sword pierced directly into the Supreme Jade, and as soon as he raised his empty hand, the Holy Sword picked out the Supreme Jade.

The remains of the true god in the Supreme Jade seemed to feel a huge crisis, and the bees did not stop, and the divine light shot out directly, and they wanted to shake back the holy sword and flee away.

"If you were still alive, I would be afraid of you. But you are dead, and you dare to beat the master's idea, then I can only kill you again! ”

Sikong was willing to forgive, smiled hideously, and simulated his own breath with all his might, and the ancient aura was even stronger, as if the Templars had been reborn from death and resurrected!

Then, the power of the temple that had accumulated for 10,000 years in the dragon pattern armor, bronze mask, and holy sword was filled out.

With this lonely city as the center, a holy light spread like a wave, spreading rapidly, sweeping through the wilderness, imprinting through the vast rivers, enveloping the ice fields and snow-capped mountains, and spreading throughout the entire Middle-earth world.

Countless people looked at this heaven and earth holy power in distraction, and the entire Middle-earth world was quiet at this moment.

"This is the Light?! And the Templars alive? ”

The sacred priests rushed down the shrine, looking far away in the direction of the light, muttering to themselves.

"Defend the Lonely City! The day is already dawn, and he will surely die! If you resist stubbornly, then don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

Eight people stood high on dry shrubs on both sides of the river in a dry channel where the mud cracked and the dam was cut off.

On the dry river, there is a swordsman.

The wooden sword guarding the lonely city shattered, and all that remained in his hand was the hilt of the thorny sword.

And the body of the wooden sword is nowhere to be seen.

Shou Gucheng's body was covered with deep sword wounds and knife marks, and his chest collapsed and his ribs were broken.

If you look closely, you can still faintly see the shape of a fist.

Shou Gucheng is a lonely swordsman, so he still stands alone.

Shou Gucheng's calm eyes looked at the prince in purple, looked at everyone, and looked at the back of the mountain and the bottom of the clouds.

There, there is an isolated city.

Shou Gucheng lifted it again, the hilt of the sword.

"Kill!"

The purple-clothed prince frowned, his face was a little pale, and on the valuable purple clothes, a gray footprint was particularly eye-catching.

Defending the Lonely City is worthy of being the only swordsman in Middle-earth, and even if the nine of them attack at the same time, they will pay a lot of price to inflict heavy damage.

The reason why there are nine people is because there is also a female prince who was killed by a sword guarding the lonely city, and it has become a bait for the eight of them to tempt the remains of the true god.

Let the remains of the true gods go and claim the sacrifice in person!

Shou Gucheng touched the blood stains that had long been dry on the side of his mouth, and watched the eight people kill, and a little madness floated in his eyes.

Among the methods of self-only sword light visualization, the method of ghosts and dragons recorded is even more poised to be launched.

But suddenly, a holy light came, filling the depleted river.

The faces of the eight purple-clothed men changed, they stopped, and turned to look in the direction where the holy light came.

A figure stepped out of the light, holding the holy sword in his right hand and the thorn strip in his left hand.

On the thorn strip, the barb-covered chela hung a supreme jade.

Take off the bronze mask, revealing Sikong's pale and delicate face.

"You, you're not dead yet? Impossible, really, what about the true God? ”

The purple-clothed man's eyebrows were furrowed, he couldn't believe it, and he looked at the supreme jade on the thorn strip, and his heart was uneasy.

Sikong bared his teeth, showed his bright teeth, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I accidentally slaughtered one, God!" ”