Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

At the end of the ceremony, the sacred brilliance is still flowing on the New World, and as the land of the **** of the oak, Siggle, the city of Greenfield was washed by the sacred power and turned into a holy city, but countless people did it. When a new true **** was born and exclaimed, a battle was unfolding in a dimension that was difficult for ordinary people to look at.

Phew, the storm swept across, raging in the void, a pair of pure white wings quietly opened, covering the sky.

"Divine Art·Destruction Storm."

The breath belonging to the true **** is boiling in this strange space, with a cold expression, the storm angel Xifeng is destroying everything wantonly, but at this moment, his state is very weird, and the breath belonging to the true **** flows around his body, and he is targeting The main goal is Siggel, the father of the newly promoted True God Oak.

Om, the natural gods' realm opened, and an oak flowing with a sacred breath grew up quietly, letting the storm blow, and there was no wavering. This is the magical undead oak that Sieggel evolved based on the undead wood killer move.

Although because of just being promoted, this magical technique still has many flaws, but at this moment, he is not facing the real Lord of the Storm, but only the descending body of the Lord of the Storm using his own angel as a container.

Looking at the undead oak that has never been shaken, there is finally a wave of waves in Xifeng's gray eyes.

"Divine Art·Wind Slash."

The eyes were slightly narrowed, and a cold light flashed, and the right wing shadow behind the evening wind slowly lifted up, like a divine sword about to be slashed. At this moment, the sharp wind flowed out from the white feathers, which constituted the cut off everything. Edge.

Buzzing, silently, the wings fluttered down, the illusory feathers flew, the condensed weather turned into a hairspring, cut the space, and slashed towards Sieggel.

The branches and leaves were withered. Even though Xifeng or Lord of the Storm's cut seemed simple and unremarkable, it showed the cutting characteristics of the divine power of Storm to the extreme.

The strange fragrance filled the void, and the pale golden blood dripped. In the soilless void, the vegetation grew wildly, the flowers bloomed, and a fairyland garden was built in an instant. In the hit just now, Sieggel injured.

The oak was cut off by the waist, the branches and leaves turned into pale golden light spots and disappeared, the magic was lifted, and Sieggel revealed his own body.

With a golden halo rippling in the emerald eyes, looking at Xi Feng, or looking at the vague shadow behind him, the power in Sieggel’s body began to boil, at this moment on the back of his divine body. There is a wound that is difficult to heal, which contains the power of the divine power of the wind, which is constantly eroding his divine body.

The brilliance of nature once again permeated, rendering the void into an emerald-gold color, and using the power of theocratic power to move the world, Sieggel continued to recover from his injuries.

"It's worthy of being an old true god, just a **** descending body is so troublesome."

The body is alienated, and the emerald green branches and leaves are sticking out of the flesh and blood. At this moment, Siggle has changed from a human form to a monster with a height of 100 meters, a quality of oak, a height of 100 meters, and three heads and six arms. With Weili added, he seemed to have become a part of the world.

"Have you mastered your mythological posture so quickly? It's really out of my expectation."

Seeing Sieggel in this way, the face of the Lord of the Storm showed a hint of surprise.

The faces of the true gods are different, and many of them are manifested in human form, but this is not the true face of the true god. It is just because the current world human beings are the mainstream of the world, and they just let them see what they want to see. That's it.

The true face of the true **** is called a mythical posture. It is a manifestation of power. In this state, the true **** can fit the world to the greatest extent and become a part of the world, leveraging the mighty power of the world as much as possible. It is very large and contains a certain degree of danger. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the true **** will not reveal his mythological posture. The so-called mythological posture of the wizards is actually imitating the gods. When Sean’s him, Sieggel The moment he was promoted to the true god, he had his own mythical posture, that is, the three-headed six-armed image at this time.

"Divine Art·Natural Fury."

The world is powerful, the head in the middle opened his eyes and burned with raging anger. At this moment, the power of storm, flood, thunder and lightning, and the earth condensed on Sieggel’s fist. This is the magical technique that comes with his mythical posture. .

Life is the main theme of nature, but life is not all of nature. When nature is angry, wind, cloud and thunder and lightning are weapons in his hands.

Om, the sky and the earth roared, and the anger of nature began to vent. At this moment, the lord of the storm became the enemy of nature.

Oh, the wind was crying, and the Lord of the Storm had to take a defense against the ever-evolving natural mighty force.

As time passed, the mighty power of nature and the storm were constantly intertwined in the void. With the blessing of the mighty power of the world, the mighty power of nature eventually wiped out the violent storm.

"It has reached its limit, this body is still too fragile after all."

The power belonging to the wind disappeared, and he got rid of Sieggel again, watching himself full of cracks, like a fleshy body of cracked porcelain, the Lord of the Storm stopped his actions.

Using one's own angel as one's own divine descendant, although this can exert his own power as much as possible, it also has a limit. In the face of Sieggel, who has shown his mythological posture, this power is obviously worse. .

"Let's stop here, Siggle, here I only congratulate you on becoming the new true **** on behalf of myself."

A deep voice came from Xifeng's handsome indistinguishable body. At this moment, the Lord of the Storm, who had been silent, spoke.

Hearing this and looking at the Lord of the Storm, Sieggel stopped his attack, but the natural mighty power still circulated by his side and did not dissipate.

"You are a **** in my ranch. It is my right to deal with you. This is the rule."

Seeing Sieggel whose anger was still burning, the Lord of the Storm opened his mouth to explain.

Hearing this, Sieggel remained silent. Sutilt has always been the home of the Church of the Storm, and the Green Field Collar is nominally part of Sutilt. From this perspective, the words of the Lord of the Storm are not It's not unreasonable, but in many cases this kind of thing itself is a mess.

"This is a gift, this is an invitation from the temples."

Thoughts turned ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Two wisps of breeze took shape, and fell into Sieggel's hands from the master of the storm.

"I am waiting for your arrival in the temples of the gods."

The last words fell, his body shattered, and he took a deep look at Sieggel. The divine mind that the Lord of the Storm had descended sank into the depths of the void and disappeared.

Seeing the Lord of Storm’s divine consciousness disappear, Sieggel did not stop it, because it was not necessary at all. Even if that strand of divine consciousness was lost, it would not be a big loss to the Lord of Storm.

"Temples."

Whispering softly, absorbing the two gusts of breeze, Sieggel’s heart has a lot of information, which is some common sense among the gods, and it is also a guide mark. With this mark, Sieggel can Throw your consciousness into the temples of the gods.

"So this is the so-called rule."

The figure disappeared, and Sieggel's figure disappeared into the void.

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