Qi Meng took a deep breath, the smell of blood in the air had not yet dissipated, and the black mist that continued to erupt from the corpse of 'Qi Meng' all flowed towards him, these cursed powers were very familiar to him, and they were very easy to absorb, and in the blink of an eye, his body swelled in a circle, and the blood vessels also turned gray. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ogulita rushed into the secret room and said with a sigh of relief: "Demon, you, you killed him, no, you killed yourself, it won't be just to get power, right?"

A little black light on Qi Meng's fingertips floated into the corpse in front of him, and the surface of the corpse lit up with a little light, and the gray mist immediately stopped.

He was silent, did not answer Ogurita's question, there was nothing else in his cold gaze, Sophiel also entered the secret room, and the two women stood beside the corpse, silent with Zimon,

"Between heaven and earth, there can only be one between me and him. Qi Meng finally opened his mouth to break the stiff atmosphere.

Ogulita looked blankly at Qi Meng on the ground, as if she had seen the time spent in the elven tribe for several years, and that trace of familiarity always made her feel a little unrelieved.

"Are you really a demon?" said Ogurita, with a slight shudder.

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The elven temple, the eight high priests knelt in the temple reverently, the statue of the goddess of nature in front of them had been shrouded by the white light fluctuations emitted from their bodies, the incomparably strong soul fluctuations, the face was emotionless, and the stone statue of the goddess in front of him was faintly lit, and suddenly lit up a little turquoise light, and a layer of blue mang immediately poured out from the stone statue, illuminating every part of the temple, and the blue mang stretched out the energy fluctuations shrouded in the stone statue, and the phantom of the goddess of nature gradually floated out of the stone statue.

"Is there any progress in calling me so eagerly?" The tepid, melodious and wide voice of the goddess of nature sounded, and several priests saluted to the goddess, and one priest said: "Great goddess of nature, a demon said that you were sealed by the Pope, I don't believe such a thing, how can you be trapped by mere mortals." ”

The green eyes of the goddess of nature fell on the eight people, and said: "That's right, what he said is not wrong, but although it is the Pope who seals me, the power to seal me comes from the God of Light, this is an important reason why I asked you to deal with the church, only when the power of faith is weakened, this seal will be weakened, and the person who told you should be a hellish creature, right?"

"Yes. ”

"Don't worry, my believers, as long as I leave the seal, the fountain of life will spring up again, and the elves will surely prosper again, you should hurry up and join forces with that demon to deal with the church, he is not easy. "The goddess of nature said.

"Unite that demon....... Didn't you say earlier that we should unite the orcs?"

The nature girl was about to disappear into a phantom, but she condensed a little more, and said, "Are you so stupid that even my oracle will misunderstand? Is there a dirtier and darker existence in the world than him?"

As if they looked at each other, one of the priestesses' eyes lit up, and then said with a serious face: "I remember that Porsay is still by his side, maybe we can let her do this, that despicable demon, very greedy for beauty." ”

For a month in a row, Qi Meng was stuffed in the secret room to absorb the curse power of 'Qi Meng', and it was already very difficult to improve his curse power in terms of quantity, but by constantly injecting the curse power of 'Qi Meng' to fill, although most of his curse power would be consumed in the process of filling, it would still be slightly integrated into Qi Meng's own curse power.

It is not a good feeling to look at his severed head in front of him every day, and when the curse power in Qi Meng's body is not much left, Qi Meng is too lazy to absorb it anymore, and a hot blood flame floats out of his palm, burning the remnants of his body.

The thug took a deep breath, felt the changes in his body, his eyes were happy, and he immediately grabbed the crystal image from the distorted space, twenty-two years old, he should be able to gain something. Countless gray filaments of qi drilled into the crystal image, but after flowing on the surface of the crystal for a moment, when it went inward, the gray light flashed, and Qi Meng was hit hard and flew to the corner of the wall, his chest had already cracked a few cracks, and the wound had crystallized around it.

Previously, he had used his soul energy to gain nothing, but at this time, he used the power of the curse to try to infiltrate the crystal image, but this was the result. Qi Meng gritted his teeth, stared fiercely at the dazzling crystal in front of him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took a heavy breath, retracting it into the storage space again.

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Hell. At the end of the hazy sky, a huge black vortex was constantly spitting out illusory souls, and as soon as these souls fell from the whirlpool, they would drift in different directions with the scattered air currents.

Through the black whirlpool, there is a vast and boundless land, however, this land has no sky, and sometimes there is endless deep darkness, and one by one illusory figures are crowded on the ground at this moment, and his lower body, submerged into the earth, looks like a phantom growing from the ground.

In the vast land, there are also the phantoms of dragons and demonic beasts, and they are still roaring unwillingly.

In the center of the earth, a large hall with a length and width of one kilometer is the only building here. The law space of the god of consciousness, everything here is constructed by the divine power of the god of consciousness, and every time a life dies in Alan, a new soul will grow on this land.

The magnificent hall suddenly trembled slightly for a moment at this time, and the black fluctuations that spread out from the main hall expanded in all directions, and the souls that were close to the main hall lost their vitality after the black fluctuations swept by, and their eyes fell into dullness, and the white rays floating out of their souls flew towards the main hall in unison, and then only a chewing sound could be heard.

The god of consciousness is responsible for erasing the memory of every soul who has fallen into Hell, and those souls whose memories have been erased will slowly disappear from the land and fall from the black vortex to Hell.

However, there will still be one or two souls in the place where the black fluctuations have been affected, their souls are very powerful, a simple impact of divine power is not enough to strip them of consciousness, a silver dragon is still roaring angrily on the earth, how it flapps its wings, it can't let the lower half of its body leave the earth, as if it has taken root.

At this time, a big black hand stretched out from the main hall, stretched out, grabbed the huge dragon soul of the silver dragon, and slowly retracted back into the main hall, followed by a miserable scream, and then there was no sound after that.

Most of the souls here are illusory and transparent, but he is gray, at this moment in front of the temple, after dodging the first wave of divine power impact, he does not dare to make a little sound, if you look carefully, his body is moving towards the temple little by little, but the speed of movement is extremely slow, for a month, he has been thousands of kilometers away from the temple, to the temple around, relying on this troubled waters, the ability to fish in the eyes, there are too many souls around, just by the impact of divine power fluctuations, after sending away a large number of souls, there will be new souls.

Standing outside the main hall at this moment, half of his body still can't leave the ground, but he slowly moves his body up the stone steps little by little, Qi Meng's research on divine power is partially remembered, he has it, although he can't parse the divine power of the god of consciousness, but he can always barely control his soul to move on this land condensed by divine power.

At the end of the high stone steps, he cautiously showed half of his head and looked inside the hall, in the darkness, a fat figure could be vaguely seen, at this moment he was sitting on the ground, loose fat piled on the ground, too big to imagine!

The soul of the silver dragon that was captured by him, but the size of his palm, and the glimmer of light released by the soul of the silver dragon, made his body appear slightly in the dark, at this moment he grabbed the soul of the silver dragon with one hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it once, and then spit out the soul of the silver dragon, every time, the silver dragon's gaze will become more and more dull.

After repeating it several times, the silver dragon remained motionless in his hand, and the fat god of consciousness smacked his lips, as if satisfied with the memory of the silver dragon was very delicious. After all, the memory of the silver dragon is always associated with the complacency of the dragon of nobility and pride, and if the memory of a dragon is stripped of the sleeping and predatory parts, only these pride remain, and such memories are always delicious to him to chew, at least much better than those memories full of pain.

He was secretly pondering, and the big black hand of the god of consciousness stretched out again, this time, it was coming towards him!

He tried his best to retreat, but the distance he retreated was only half a meter, and his big black hand seemed to grasp a small ant, and with two fingers, he clamped him and slowly led him into the main hall.

At this moment, when I looked closely, I was shocked to find that the god of consciousness who looked fat and cute, with sharp teeth in his mouth, eight eyes on his forehead, and his whole body was purple and black, although he was fat, he was still hideous.

After he was thrown into his mouth, he felt not a wet mouth, but a small vortex of divine power! As the god of consciousness began to chew, the vortex began to collapse inward, squeezing his soul.

His illusory body suddenly emitted a lot of black mist, spreading into the whirlpool, to say how delicious the memory was, the resentment and pain that had accumulated in his soul after being locked up by eternal imprisonment for several years were not delicious at all.

The shrill voice of the God of Consciousness resounded in the main hall, spitting him out like spitting, and then the God of Consciousness spat twice in succession, which shows how difficult his memories are to enter.

He flew high out of the mouth of the god of consciousness, and his soul disappeared from the hall with a great suction. (To be continued.) )