At this moment, there is only the abandoned emperor standing in the second floor of the virtual world. When yuqingjue and Raphael chase and fight, those summoners and plot characters who come to the second floor have disappeared for fear of being affected by them.
"Taoist, you say this little guy is really the one who hit," said the emperor of abandonment with a expressionless face to the void in front of him.
"Oh, the emperor has been with you for so long and experienced so many things. Besides, the power of fate just now has not been well proved." a light smile came, and then an ethereal figure appeared in front of the abandoned emperor.
"The universe has gone into annihilation, but the filthy atmosphere filled the air, but it made me angry." the face of the abandoned emperor flashed fiercely.
"Take it easy, don't be impatient." the Taoist shook his head, said to the abandoned emperor, and then frowned: "the two began to be restless again."
"It's just a clown. Just send him away." the disdain flashed in the eyes of the abandoned emperor.
The Taoist smiled but didn't speak. He shook the dust in his hand and made a salute: "I left first. The wheel of heaven still needs my suppression. My six disciples have reached the critical time."
The abandoned emperor nodded, looked at the disappeared figure, stepped out and disappeared in the virtual world tower, which should return to the noumenon with the spirit consciousness of Yuqing Jue for a long time.
On the other hand, the abandoned emperor of heaven is put into the yuqingjue of the space-time crack, and the body is protected by this creative power. Therefore, when those space-time forces destroy the physical body, the creative power is also being repaired.
I don't know how long later, the space-time crack is like a chaotic world, and there is no concept of time at all. Yuqingjue's body continues to evolve in destruction and rebirth. All impurities are refined. Gradually, the flesh becomes more and more pure, and a strange fragrance diffuses in the space-time crack, which makes the listener intoxicated.
The sleeping yuqingjue didn't know that his body actually sent out a fragrance. At the moment, the mind hurt by the different forces of time and space returned to his soul, lying peacefully on the thick branches of the world tree. Esther came out and sat quietly beside him.
In a trance, a looming law appeared in the space-time crack. It was the chaotic law of fate that ran out of the merit battlefield. At this time, it quietly disappeared into yuqingjue's body, and then disappeared directly into the small universe. With it, the energy of the external space-time crack went away, and a crack leading to the outside appeared beside yuqingjue and swallowed him directly.
In the new world, a towering tower stands in a huge city.
A crack in the sky appeared in the sky, and then a body fell from the sky and fell downward.
At the moment, on the top floor of the tower, a woman who fascinated everything sat lazily in a chair. Then she stood up and stretched herself: "this city is getting more and more boring. No one can see it."
However, the next moment, the woman's bright eyes burst out a hot light enough to burn everything. She looked very fanatically at the figure falling into the sky: "if you get him, you must get him."
At the moment, it is reflected in the woman's eyes. The figure is as bright as the newborn universe, dazzling to suffocating soul brilliance, accompanied by the light of the world. At the moment, the soul master seems to be sleeping, but there is no response from the sky.
As soon as the woman's face changed, she immediately broke the seal in her body, and a bright light shrouded her body. Her body rushed to the falling figure. However, she saw countless figures in the distant sky rushing towards the falling figure.
"Whatever you want to do, step back."
"Oh, this isn't Freya. Why don't you play with your collection in the tower of Babel and run out to do something at this time." a joking voice came from a distance.
"Hum, Apollo, you care too much. You can control where I want to go." Freya snorted coldly, and her divine power burst out suddenly. Her whole body flashed, and a gorgeous dress appeared on her. Then a terrible threat filled the air, and one dodged and took the lead to the falling figure.
"Freya" Apollo saw that the figure was hugged, his face was iron green, and roared, "you dare to break the rules, you forget the rules I set when I was in the lower world. If anyone breaks the seal and uses divine power, it is illegal, so he has to return to the heaven immediately."
However, Freya looked at Apollo indifferently, glanced around and whispered, "I have violated the rules."
In the sky, countless figures saw Freya, who was cold and gorgeous at this time. Their faces flashed indulgent colors, and then directly shook their heads: "it's no use, I didn't see it."
"Aha, my family members are still waiting for me to have dinner. I'll go first."
"I'll go first, too. The food in my pot is still burning."
"You" Apollo's face was a little ugly, and then he snorted coldly. Some greedily looked at the figure in Freya's arms, and then he turned away without saying a word.
Seeing the people leave, Freya took an obsessed look at the figure in her arms. She flashed back to the highest level of Babel Tower, put the figure on the gorgeous big bed, and fondled the handsome face of the sleeping figure.
A moment later, Freya, who came back to her senses, looked at the willow eyebrows, gently moved her perfect nose, "sniff, what's the smell, it smells good", stared directly at the figure on the bed, leaned over the figure's chest and smelled it carefully.
"Ah, it's from you. Let me see what's coming out."
Then Freya took off some broken clothes on the figure directly. In the blink of an eye, the figure was naked. Freya flashed a trace of intoxication in her eyes: "what a perfect body, more perfect than those so-called gods."
Then he looked at the figure: "because it's pure and full of fragrance, and you don't have the ability value attribute written in the divine text. How did you get to the sky?"
Freya stroked the sleeping figure's body, then a flash of light flashed in her eyes, directly turned the figure over, showed her strong back in her eyes, stretched out a finger, gently cut a hole, and a little golden blood dripping on the figure's blank back.
However, in Freya's expectant eyes, she found that her drop of divine blood didn't open the attribute value of this person. As soon as her complexion changed, she bit her teeth and dropped a drop of divine blood: "how can this happen? I can't engrave the family God text. I don't believe it. I must get such a perfect person."
Then Freya looked a little solemn. She read the language of God in her mouth, opened her fingers, and gently wrote something behind the figure. In an instant, the highest level of Babel Tower was directly shrouded by the light of divine power.
In an instant, all the gods from the lower boundary in the city focused on the tower. Apollo's face changed and his face was gloomy as if he were going to drip water: "asshole, it's the highest level gift. Is that the figure falling from the sky an ancient hero?"
At the moment, the city is turned upside down.
"Rocky, what is the highest level of gift writing?"
"Ace sauce, the so-called highest level gift writing is just like the literal meaning. The gift given by the gods to the lower creatures only needs a drop of divine blood, which will fall on the other party, and then the divine text will appear automatically. However, the highest level is usually because the other party's ability is too high and has exceeded the limit, but a drop of divine blood can't guide the other party's ability. At this time, it is necessary The gods spent a lot of divine power and blood to write attribute ability values on each other, "said rocky, but his eyes flashed envy.
According to the current situation, the man who was received by Freya this time and the bright divine light on the tower of Babel can determine that the man is definitely at the highest level.
However, things were not as simple as the gods thought. At the moment, Freya looked a little pale and spent a lot of divine blood to write the sacred words on the back of the figure. Then she was stunned to find that all the sacred words burst out a bright light and disappeared directly into the figure: "how is this possible? It is already the highest level of writing. Why not?"
Freya's face was a little ugly, and a color of obsession flashed in her eyes. She lay on the back of the figure and thought for a moment: "has she exceeded the level of the spirit?"
His face flashed a struggle, then his face calmed down, gently kissed behind the figure: "bless you, may all the beauty in the world bloom for you."
As soon as the voice fell, a terrible threat came to the city. In an instant, the whole world was a meal, and then a nine colored glow fell from the sky into the human shadow.