readx;? The Book of the Seven Days, Redemption on the Sixth Day (2)

Every time he walks into the Hall of Angels in Purgatory, Rogge will have a new experience. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In this mysterious temple where eleven huge statues stand quietly, there seem to be endless mysteries hidden. Every time he stepped here after a new breakthrough or a new harvest, Rogge would feel himself remove the veil that had shrouded the mysterious hall and see its outline more clearly. However, when each veil is lifted, the Temple of Purgatory Angels will be like the most shy girl, still hiding her true face under a heavy veil.

There is always a slightly cool wind flowing in the gloomy hall.

Rog hadn't noticed any difference between the winds and the normal ones before, but this time he noticed.

The wind comes out of nothingness and goes out into nothingness. In fact, these uncertain winds simply have nowhere to come and go.

And in Rogge's eyes at this moment, these winds are no longer ordinary winds, but gather countless mysterious information and energy flows. The wind blows from the void, creating a complex and incomprehensible communication with the consciousness and power, visible and invisible, everywhere in the hall.

The space of the main hall is boundary, but these winds seem to be not limited by these physical boundaries at all, and they carry this newfound information all the way away, disappearing into the infinite distance.

At this moment, in Rogge's eyes, the entire Purgatory Angel Hall seemed to come to life, and every inch of earth and stone, every piece of sand and dust was filled with endless mysteries. It was like an omniscient and all-powerful god, looking down coldly at Rogge.

Rogge suddenly understood. This Purgatory Angel Hall does not belong to this plane at all. It has existed for a long time, perhaps longer than the entire plane!

Rog finally saw the true side of the Temple of Angels in Purgatory, but he still couldn't understand the mysteries it contained. In other words, there were too many mysteries in this temple for him to understand. Although after reading the Book of Shiloh. Rogge's eyes could already receive thousands of messages in an instant, but to understand this hall was even the slightest bit of information. Rogge didn't know that it would take him tens of thousands of years to do it.

Obviously, no corner of the Purgatory Angel Hall was under his control.

However, Rogge only smiled slightly this time, and walked towards the end of the main hall.

The Twin Halls still stood silently in the deepest part of the temple grounds, and there was a dead silence in the empty hall. On the other side, the statue of Fengyue floats in the air, without a trace of luster.

Rogge's footsteps echoed through the empty hall. There is no trace of life at all, as if there is no life in this world.

"I'm back, have you waited a long time?" Rog stood in front of the statue and stared at it for a long time before muttering.

He slowly raised his hands and reached for the statue of Fengyue, and then a low spell sound poured out of his mouth. Swirling around the statue. Countless tiny pale golden magic symbols seeped out of his hands, turning into a faint golden mist that gradually enveloped the huge statue.

Little by little, the statue began to shrink to a life-size mantra to the sound of a lengthy incantation, and slowly descended from the sky. Floating in front of Rogge.

If it weren't for the jade-like luster, it wouldn't be a statue at all, but just a sleeping wind and moon.

Rogge stretched out his hands, and the sleeping Earth Wind Moon slowly fell into his arms. He gently stroked Fengyue's mirror-like black hair, and after a long time, he sighed softly and said in a low voice: "Fengyue, I'm back." You see, I've finished reading the book of Heloh, though I've been stuck in page seven for a long time. But I walked out anyway. I also have the ability to protect you. I know you've been waiting for this day for too long. Alas......"

Rogge was silent for a moment, and a lilac star floated out of his mouth. If you look closely, you will find that this faint star light is actually composed of countless purple earth halos. These auras are centered on a certain point and rotate according to their own laws. At the center of all the aura, a mark is faintly visible.

"Fengyue, you see, I have already taken the godhead for you, and with it, you don't have to stay in this cold statue anymore. This godhead was taken from the Demon Emperor. Do you remember Adelene, who has done a lot for me, but the only thing she asks me for is to help the Demon Realm and protect the Demon Emperor...... Alas, but she didn't understand that the Demon Emperor was not the only hope in the Demon Realm. It wasn't until I saw the Demon Emperor and Luojia that I understood why the Demon Clan had this belief. That's because the Demon Emperor, like you, has the power to create, and he can create a new Demon Race with his own strength, and he can also resurrect a Demon Race that has become extinct. Therefore, all the high-level demon clans firmly believe that even if the entire demon world is destroyed, as long as the demon emperor is still there, then the entire demon world can be resurrected. Alas, that's not the case. No matter how powerful and wise the Demon Emperor is, he is just a lonely demon god after all. All the demons he could create actually carried his own imprint, which was fundamentally different from the thousands of races in the demon world that developed and grew on their own. The Demon Realm resurrected by the Demon Emperor will only be a lifeless Demon Realm destined for destruction. The gods are not omnipotent, so the Demon Emperor is still subject to the laws of space. Like you, you are not afraid of heaven and earth, and you dare to do anything. ”

At the end, a smile welled up on Rogge's lips. He thought back to those times when he was doing something wrong.

What a happy memory that was......

I don't know how long it took, Rogge finally woke up from his memories, and his gaze fell on Fengyue's eyebrows. That little purple light moved with his gaze, slowly falling on the center of Fengyue's eyebrows, and slowly seeping in.

In an instant, a purple light lit up inside the statue, almost reflecting the statue transparently! Under this extremely strong purple light, the edge of the statue began to blur, and in a moment, the image of another statue began to grow, and gradually separated from the statue of Fengyue.

Rogge stared at the image of the statue with concern, his expression extremely nervous, and it was not until the image finally condensed into a physical entity that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Every detail of the statue condensed by the phantom is exactly the same as Fengyue, the only difference is that the face of the new statue is blank.

The new statue rose and returned to the place where Fengyue had originally floated, and settled down. And Fengyue began to have a hint of anger. However, her eyes did not open, and she continued to sleep peacefully.

Rogge seemed to have foreseen such a result, and there was no trace of surprise at all, just silently staring at her face, as if he wanted to engrave everything in his heart.

Finally, he sighed and said, "I would like to accompany you out of this plane, leave all these troubles, and go to a quiet place to open up a plane that belongs only to us. But I can't leave now, I'm sorry, for the next 10 million years, I can only let you spend it alone. ”

He leaned his head very slowly and kissed Fengyue lightly on the lips.

Her lips were soft, cold, greasy, and the indescribable touch seeped not only into Rog's lips, but also into his heart, his soul.

This moment was seared into his soul. It's just that Rogge doesn't know how long this brand will last, and he has a gut feeling that it won't be long before this brand will die out completely.

for his soul will cease to exist.

Rogge raised his head, no longer hesitated, his right hand was void above Fengyue, and his hand was sprinkled with fluffy silver powder. The silver powder quickly condensed into countless thin silver filaments, one end of which was connected to Fengyue's body, and the other end stretched out in all directions. There was a particularly thick silver filament, which connected him to her, and the silver filament shone brightly, looking indescribably beautiful. But for some reason, this silver thread always reveals the slightest trace of sadness.

These silver filaments that appear are all the connections between Fengyue and this plane.

With a wave of his left hand, the space of the main hall immediately rippled with waves* water lines, and Fengyue's body was like a light boat, rippling with the water waves.

Rogge's right hand was raised, but his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every time he raised it, it seemed so hesitant and so difficult!

His hands were shaking.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, he can't see, he can't hear. However, at this moment of farewell, where does he dare to see and listen?

Fengyue is still asleep.

She also couldn't see or hear.

Unbeknownst to her, her body began to slowly slide on the water streaks, floating in the deep darkness of space in front of her.

She also didn't know that the countless silver threads had turned into poignant silver flames in the sky with a wave of Rogge's hand!

At this time, every minute and every second, how much more than thousands of years!

Rogge finally opened his eyes.

Silence and darkness are once again the themes of the Twin Basilicas. The empty hall opposite, the statues of gods standing in the air, and even the dust in the corner of the hall that represented the traces of time, were no different from just now. The only difference is that the face of the statue floating in the air is blank.

The only difference, for Rogge, is the whole difference.

Rogge turned and strode out of the Great Hall of the Twins.

This place carries so many joys and sorrows for him, and he is overwhelmed.

So he didn't look back, and he wouldn't set foot in the Twin Halls again.

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