"You...... Don't talk big!" Although the cowardice in his eyes was unusually obvious, Gu Yi was still struggling, still using empty shouts to boost his courage, "You can't be stronger than me, that's impossible!"

But just as he reached for the hilt of his sword, he finally realized that it was all in vain.

The air around me seemed to freeze. Powerful pressure! It was so powerful that it seemed that he was in the deep sea of tens of thousands of meters, and under that extremely strong pressure, the bones all over his body were making strange noises.

Even if the hilt of the Celestial Seal Sword was only ten centimeters away from his fingers, it seemed to be tens of thousands of kilometers away. He froze, and even breathing was extremely difficult, because the air around him had lost its flowing qualities, and had become as hard as steel, and as hot as flames!

Gouy's faith has been completely destroyed! When faced with a great crisis and no resistance is available, this sense of despair arises in all. Although he had spent the past two years in hell, using every minute and every second under the whip of hatred, it was only now that he realized what hell was really - it was powerlessness, no hope, and eternal destruction!

Although the light in front of him was blinding, it seemed to Gu Yi that it was darkness, ink-stained darkness.

But in the darkness, a purple halo was still flickering and swirling—the purple light, Guy could see very clearly, because under the pressure, his eyes had burst out, so that his vision could no longer be hindered, and he could clearly appreciate the mysterious and deadly power.

It was the magical power of the fourth wolf's fang. Qi Lang had already guessed the answer to it - memory. It was supposed to be a beautiful piece of rationality, because he had long made up his mind to choose all the good things in his memory to repair his devastated and tortured soul. When the familiar face in the crystal coffin finally appeared in front of him, the beautiful fragments of his memory had begun to emerge, and although sadness still surrounded him, he saw the kind smile, as if he also heard the soft voice.

But the appearance of this despicable villain wants to reverse the beauty in the memory in the opposite direction!

No one can slander her, no one can blaspheme her!

He drew his dagger!

It was the Sword of Faith, the Holy Sword that was extremely repulsive in his heart, tainted by demonic blood!

But now, it was no longer a trouble, no longer a knot, because he finally found that the madness and paranoia that had been hidden in the sword body were in line with his state of mind at the moment. Yes, he hated the world as much as he hated the vile adversary in front of him—he hated the world that had robbed him of all his good memories!

Fuck the "sanity will stitch together the beauty"!

When the beauty has been shattered, why not let it crumble in the brokenness??

Come back, crazy memory! Get out of here, that sanity!

The members of the hood team all saw the seriousness of the situation, they probably did not expect that the opponent they were about to face would be so powerful, nor did they expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was a combat genius, would cause trouble with a few words, and the aura that erupted from the high platform also made them fearful, but if the Crown Prince's life was threatened, they would have to die to complete their duties!

"him!" I don't know who shouted heartbreakingly, so more than thirty gray shadows jumped up and rushed up as fast as they could!

Qi Lang didn't make a move. Or rather, no one has seen him make a move at all. The energy in the area of more than ten meters around the area only trembled slightly, and then, the bloody illusion appeared—the more than thirty hooded team members suddenly stopped, as if a powerful meat stirr was hidden in the air, and it was invisibly placed in the direction of their progress.

"Woo!

A crisp explosion came out one after another, the blood mist dispersed, and the corpses and bones were splashed all over the sky!

Qi Lang's brows furrowed slightly. The sight in front of him disgusted him, because this was a holy altar and should not be contaminated in any way, especially since it came from the most inferior villains. So he made a new decision.

He turned around and slowly walked up to the top of the altar. Finally, the soft and serene face appeared in front of him completely.

Tears that have not been seen for a long time are almost bursting out of my eyes. But Qi Lang still held back. What he needed to do at the moment was to give her a smile back, just like what he was best at back then, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked unusually sincere, but there was a hint of cunning in his sincerity, as if he was begging his mother: This is the last time I made a mistake, believe me, okay?

But the mother did not raise her strange palms and pretend to leave a gentle warning on her ass. She just lay there quietly, smiling and sleeping.

Her eyelashes were still as long, and the two faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had long since stretched, as if in the world she was in now, she would no longer have to run around, and she would no longer have to work for those who had nothing to do with it.

Since that's the case, she shouldn't be parked here anymore. Because, her son has already been found, and her son needs to be with her for a long time. You know, there is a more suitable place for her to sleep in this world, on the shore of that quiet lake.

The short sword was lightly sharpened, and the iron chains on all sides broke in response.

The crystal coffin was on the shoulder, although it was not very wide, but it was very heavy, weighing more than a thousand catties, and it had been pressing on Qi Lang's heart.

But he could carry it, and he could promise that he would never let go of it until he reached his destination—not the crystal coffin, not the sleeping mother, and even more so longing.

Owu, Gulf and Dong Hong all walked up slowly. They were eager to help, for they had all guessed the truth and the connection between the Sleeping Virgin and their commander. Joanna was already stunned, she had just been shaken by the bloody scene, and she couldn't think of whether to comfort her familiar and strange boyfriend, or stick to her front with a smile on her face as usual. Perhaps, her best move at the moment is to be stunned like that, because on Qi Lang's shoulders, she has already taken on a more important woman.

But Qi Lang didn't let the three brothers get closer, his eyes were bloodshot, and even Owu was startled back by his sideways glance. Without saying a word, he walked along, step by step, under the astonished gaze of all the onlookers, very light and slow, but everyone could see the firmness in it.

Qi Lang walked down from Gu Yi's side, without even looking at him, as if he was fixed there, just a reptile that was extremely weak, and he only needed to blow a breath, and he would fly out of the clouds. But he wanted to keep it, because he needed to get him more punishment—a happy death could be a reward for such a vile villain who spoke ill of his mother. He should struggle in despair, let the ink of fear cover his heart layer by layer, and make him break his nerves in trembling!

Guy was indeed struggling. His spirit had fallen into complete madness, and his mind had fallen into complete despair. Although he couldn't turn his neck, he had never witnessed the plight of the group of men, but the lingering smell of blood around him rushed into his nostrils. He knew that he had fallen into a situation of isolation and helplessness, and that the chance of escaping himself from this inexplicable fear was less than one in ten thousand, perhaps one in a million.

He had begun to tremble, and even began to pray in his heart that the judgment of fate would come soon, so that he could be finally delivered, and thus be grateful to the mortal enemy of fate. But he found that it was a complete luxury, especially when Qi Lang Gu passed by him without hesitation, he had completely collapsed.

"You...... Are you the devil?" he found that his tongue could still spell out the words clearly under the intense pressure, but he soon realized that the admiration was not what he really meant, for he had intended to use his brains and spell out a few more foul words to attack, so that he would provoke his opponent and make him finish it all as soon as possible.

"No, you're the devil. Qi Lang's tone sounded so bland, and that blandness intensified the despair in Gu Yi's heart.

Qi Lang walked down step by step, but his tepid voice still came back clearly: "You should have discovered that I am more powerful than the devil in your mouth, and more feared than the devil. I'll give you a chance to draw your sword now, but I doubt you still have the guts. ”

The powerful pressure suddenly disappeared into invisibility. Gu Yi stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He gasped as if it were one of the only litres of air left in the world. The hands were finally free, but the glittering Celestial Seal Sword seemed to be too heavy to bear. Guy hesitated—drawing his sword was a certain death, but what little dignity he had left was to be preserved, and giving up that opportunity meant that he would survive like a lowly reptile for a long time to come......

It seemed like the hardest choice of his life, and he only had about a dozen seconds left to think, as the Inquisitor was moving away step by step.

It was too difficult to choose, and in this case, Guy almost began to wonder if his brain was capable of thinking, partly because he was frightened, and partly because of the undesirable effects of his rapid heartbeat—the blood was rushing up, giving him a splitting headache, and finally, he shook and fell to the ground with a thud, and the blood of sin slowly flowed out of his bulging eyes.

At the same time, the tens of thousands of glittering spiritual power ores on the high altar flickered with dazzling light, and then turned into a cloud of dust, and sparkled into the increasingly dense night......