... Weren't you a light that looked like a seed before?

... Aren't you a light that grows like grass?

... Why are you still green when you grow it now? What is the principle? Photosynthesis?

Zhao Yun was not calm, and Bilu was very depressed in his head, but soon he began to be surprised.

The color of the green blades of grass with white light began to change, at first it slowly changed from green to red, then from purple to blue faster and faster, and finally almost in the blink of an eye, the white light spectrum could be changed dozens of times, and it looked like a white light.

... Well, it's finally not green, but how did this light god grass come out on its own? Is it because the dragon soul is asleep?

Zhao Yun had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he suddenly realized that he was still in the middle of the battle, how could he be distracted for so long, and when he looked up again, he saw Wen Daodan's face tangled not far in front of him, and the sword of the past was still raised, but it was motionless.

Her good-looking eyebrows were twisted together, her red lips were slightly open and her teeth were clenched, the white light on her body flashed, and her breath was very unstable, as if she was fighting against something.

Wen Daodan was fighting against the sword of the dead, against the will that emanated from the three sword-shaped tattoos on her arms and foreheads, and rushed directly into her consciousness.

The despicable man in front of her suddenly grew a grass from the top of his head just now, soft and weak and swaying in the wind, the grass rippled with white light, with the fluttering, the crystal light powder spread out in the air, and then touched the sword of the afterlife, and the next moment, the sword of the past was different.

It is no longer Wen Daodan's sword of death, it has become the master of Wen Daodan, it wants Wen Daodan to obey its own wishes, it wants Wen Daodan to surrender.

The will transmitted from the sword of the past is so strong that she even suppressed all the energy on her body and couldn't move, if it weren't for the physical fixation of the silk that wrapped the important parts, the energy suddenly went out of control, and if she didn't do it, she would have to run naked directly in public.

But this is still a thing, what is even more terrifying is that this will, after suppressing her energy, began to penetrate into her flesh and bones, and then, she felt her body slowly lose control.

Even though she was still desperately resisting the oppression of the Sword of Death in her consciousness, she couldn't control her hand to slowly retract, she couldn't control her feet to step towards Zhao Yun, and finally under the resentment, she was still powerless to change her knees and slowly bend down.

Under everyone's surprised and inexplicable gaze, Wen Daodan knelt down on one knee in front of Zhao Yun and put on a posture of complete surrender, and then, a nice but slightly dry staccato voice came out:

"Congratulations, host...... Befall...... I...... Will be served in ...... You, this body...... Forever...... It's your ...... Servant...... for your ...... Send!"

What is the situation, the entire Mang and even the entire Star City watching the game suddenly exploded.

The toughest player in the history of the world, at least the player who no one can compare with before this session, the most gorgeous player in history, like a goddess-like person, actually surrendered on his knees after being teased and frivolous by his opponent repeatedly?

Everyone couldn't believe that this was the truth, even if it happened clearly in front of their eyes, even if it was Wen Quxing, his eyes were wide in disbelief, however, only the person concerned knew that it was the sword of the dead sword showing loyalty to the light god grass.

Wen Daodan was ashamed and indignant at the moment, even if he couldn't win, but how could he bear such a humble kneeling and admitting the Lord!

But she had no way to control it, she could only watch all this happen, looking at the other party's face, and a wicked smile appeared on the face of the shameless landed prodigal son.

Zhao Yun didn't laugh, it was just the prejudice of Wen Daodan's perspective, because he couldn't move at this time, and after the Light God Grass grew, it also imprisoned his movements, except for his neck and expression, his hands and feet couldn't move.

Simple, he is not much better than Wen Daodan.

At this moment, the swaying blade of the Light God Grass suddenly probed softly, dotted on Wen Daodan's forehead, and dotted in the center of the sword-shaped tattoo, and a clever seed pattern appeared at the place where the blade of grass touched, and a more magnificent spiritual will immediately broke into Wen Daodan's consciousness through the seed

If the Death Sword just wanted Wen Daodan to surrender to the Light God Grass, then the Light God Grass's move was to directly transform her into a god's maid who would go to the soup as long as Zhao Yun or the Light God Grass had a thought, and would sacrifice her life to serve at any cost.

If she succeeds, then Wen Daodan's self-consciousness will be imprisoned forever, and her body and instinctive consciousness will all be attached to the Light God Grass, even if she wants to kill Wen Quxing with her own hands, she will not hesitate at all.

Wen Daodan in his consciousness, feeling the grand will of the invasion, only felt a burst of discouragement, despair to the extreme, just the will from the sword of the past life can not resist, this wave is more fierce, how to play?

She has realized that maybe even if she lives in the future, she will no longer be herself.

Just when she fell into despair and even the consciousness of desperate resistance became loose, on her face that was completely impossible to control, the pair of suffocating Danfeng eyes, with her sadness, fell a trace of purple crystal.

The will transmitted by the Light God Grass broke through Wen Daodan's consciousness like a withering and decaying manner, she only felt that the white light passed, everything about herself became distant, became dim, the world began to slowly close, and the black diffused, the only abnormal thing was the trace of purple hidden in the black.

In the battle space, Wen Daodan's expression suddenly became serene, so peaceful that it made people feel terrible, and the first person to react was Wang Xi, who was also in the space.

He had been watching coldly before, although he couldn't know exactly the reason, but the Light God Grass "rebelled" against Wen Daodan, but this was Di Dabi, the ghost knew if this was a certain means of Zhao Yun, so he also adhered to the mentality of taking a second look, but when the will of the Light God Grass surged, it actually destroyed Wen Daodan's consciousness in an instant, at this moment, Wang Xi helplessly found that it was impossible to stop it.

This made him angry, and immediately decided to take action, since he couldn't save people, then destroy the murderer to take revenge, of course, he could see that the murderer was not Zhao Yun but the light god grass, and even the person behind the light god grass, no, it should be a god.

The moment the light god, the light god grass was surging, the breath of the light god was also exposed.

It is in the same vein as the breath of the sword of the dead.

"It's not good to stay in the god realm, why do you want to come back!"

As if muttering to himself, as if asking, the colorful light in Wang Xi's hand was in full bloom, and he was about to split it with one palm, but suddenly stopped.

He looked at Wen Daodan's face in astonishment, where there was a crystal purple tear that crossed the smooth and holy cheek, but it was fixed on his chin, and he couldn't drip it down.

Looking up again, in Wen Daodan's eyes, purple light bloomed.

At the same time, in an unknowable distance, the god of light suddenly roared, and a terrifying wave of divine power spread over him, turning into a white light that annihilated everything, razing a large area to the ground.

"Who is it!?"

Just now, he felt a chess piece that had taken shape suddenly lose contact, and there was a familiar aura in it, but he couldn't get a glimpse of it.

He wanted to look more into the past, but was blocked by a burst of thunder, wind and fire, that is, the Iron Egg Star did not welcome the will of the gods, even if he was the ruler of the divine realm, he still could not break through.

In Wen Daodan's consciousness, a purple vortex appeared at some point, it carried the breath of annihilation of everything, as if there was a void flame burning on it, and there was a void wind blowing in all directions, bringing away the flames that burned everything.

The consciousness that was already filled with white light became vibrating as the purple vortex and the wind and fire continued to spread, and the self-consciousness that should have been destroyed came out of the vortex in ignorance, and a strange feeling followed.

Wen Daodan felt that there was a magical power seeping out of the purple vortex, merging into her ignorant consciousness, and the ignorance began to become clear and condensed, and then began to sublimate, and the apex of sublimation was the soul.

For some reason, Wen Daodan's consciousness was resurrected with the help of the purple vortex and condensed into a soul, that is, she achieved the holy level at this moment.

But her newborn soul was surrounded by white light at this time, and the purple vortex began to lose its strength after helping her achieve her soul, and gradually she could only survive for a while, on the other hand, the white light, after the purple vortex first appeared, there was a period of weakness, but a huge will was used, and it actually rose again, seemingly endless, brighter and brighter, as if it wanted to melt the purple.

... Is this what makes me sober up and feel despair again? Wen Daodan laughed miserably, all kinds of memories flowed in his soul, and finally froze on a humiliating picture, a man hugged him tightly, and then kissed him.

The freeze frame of the picture shattered, and a penetrating rainbow of light descended, splitting the white light into pieces.