Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

The beautiful woman stared at the silver needles that were blocked by the iceberg shield, her face full of disbelief, she tried to pull it a few times, but saw that the silver needles had already been frozen inside the iceberg, and melted with the ice. one.

"Do you understand now?"

"To the God of Winter, any iceberg or ice spear is nothing but ordinary magic."

"Compared to these divine arts, the divine power of winter mastered by the **** of winter itself, as well as the extreme cold, is the real interesting thing. It is the ability to change the attributes of items."

Elder Chun looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with all his time.

There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes,

"But that's not the most interesting thing."

"It's... low temperature, which can be transmitted."

"When the extreme cold infects the gods, the blood of the gods flowing in the veins, the surging divine power..."

"It will all turn into a useless mass of ice slag."

As soon as the words came out.

The beautiful woman raised her brows, as if she sensed some danger.

At this moment, the thin threads of divine gold tied to the fingers felt a bone-chilling cold. The icy chill was even visible to the naked eye from the shield of the iceberg in front of Mr. Chun.

Even the air around the thin gold thread turned white.

Just a moment.

The beautiful woman's face was already pale, her originally rosy face seemed to have been eroded by the cold, and her delicate body was swinging uncontrollably.

She clearly felt that a chill that was enough to freeze everything came from the golden silk of the silkworm between her fingers, which was the divine power of winter from the fourteenth-order winter god.

Under this extreme icy cold, the originally dexterous fingers became stiff, the flowing blood began to freeze, and the surging divine power seemed to be completely still at this moment.

The beautiful woman's slender hands even turned pale and pale, and a thick layer of ice formed, like frozen meat just taken out of the refrigerator.

And this blue and white ice is still spreading from the wrist to the shoulder.

Needless to say, when the cold air spreads completely, this beautiful woman will turn from the **** of the fourteenth-order textile to an ice **** that will shatter at the touch of a touch.

At this moment, the golden silk of the silkworm, which was originally a weapon mastered by the God of Weaving, has become a bridge in the winter, a channel for the **** of winter to convey the cold.

"Intermediate Magic: Golden Flood God Scissors".

Trembling, the beautiful woman used her left hand which was still able to move to condense a pair of golden scissors, and cut them fiercely.

Under the scissors, the golden silk of the silkworm, which was indestructible and could not even cut off a medium-sized divine weapon, was instantly shattered.

Without any hesitation, after the scissors in the beautiful woman's hand dissipated, the divine power again condensed into a wooden ruler, which is the wooden ruler used by tailors to cut fabrics.

But apart from tailoring the fabric.

The wooden ruler in the tailor's hand also has another function, that is, to pat the clothes that have been sitting for a while, to knock out the dust.

Looking at the arm eroded by the cold air, the beautiful woman took a deep breath, waved her wrist, and the wooden ruler turned into an afterimage and photographed it.

Like dust flying, strands of white cold air visible to the naked eye emanated from the frozen arm of the beautiful woman.

"That's right, there is such a method." Old Man Chun was slightly taken aback.

The beautiful woman took out an iron again, and ironed the wrinkled sleeves on her arms. The cold air that was left finally dissipated. The frost on her arms completely turned into water vapor, and her fingers regained their dexterity again.

"A tailor still needs to know how to eliminate those unclean things, and also learn to maintain clothes."

The beautiful woman smiled, but her face was still pale. It was obvious that she seemed relaxed just now, but the eroding cold air still hurt her.

"Alas." The old man Chun looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and said, "I really didn't expect that a textile **** would have such strength."

"It's worthy of being Boss Liu."

"I didn't want to use this trick at first, I was worried that it would be so powerful that it would attract the guardian gods, but... that's the only way it can be now."

Old Master Chun's cold air slowly condensed.

next moment.

"boom!"

The old man Chun stomped on the ground with one foot, as if he wanted to penetrate the earth.

"Boom!"

The cold air swept through, and the icy gust of wind recklessly filled the air.

next moment.

In the roar.

One by one, glaciers emerged from the ground, and in a radius of hundreds of miles, the cold wind whistled, and snowflakes and ice crystals flew.

Thousands of miles of silver armor, the gods and people in the residential area in the distance can feel the terrifying divine power and cold, and even some weak gods are directly eroded and seriously injured by the cold air.

this moment.

Standing on the boundless glacier and standing in the cold wind and snow, the crystal ice man is like the master of winter in this side of the ice and snow world.

There is also a phantom of the Ice Temple slowly appearing on the top of the ice man's head. Although it has not yet solidified, it is clearly visible.

This is the power that is infinitely close to the fifteenth-order high gods!

Fourteenth-order peak, the **** of winter!

When the gods were angry, the world changed color.

Hundreds of miles in radius has become a world of ice and snow, and the continuous glaciers are ups and downs, thick and majestic.

"This, is this a fourteenth-order elemental god..."

The beautiful woman stared blankly at the mighty force in front of her that changed the realm of the gods, her eyes were shocked.

Although she is also a fourteenth-order god.

But only the **** of textiles.

Although she is well-known among the celebrities in Lengcui City, the pinnacle of textile art is more than enough to fight, and she herself is proud of it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But at this time, she witnessed the **** of winter with her own eyes. Terrifying power and supreme power.

She had to admit that the golden silk of the silkworm that she was proud of, the **** clothes, the scissors tape measure, under these majestic glaciers rising from the ground, was like a joke.

for a while.

The frigid wind and icy cold engulfed her in it, and the pervasive cold eroded her, as if to assimilate her into a part of this ice and snow world.

But right now.

The ground beneath her feet felt warm through the ice, as if telling her something.

There was a flash of determination in the beautiful woman's eyes.

"Tianluo!"

The woman who was about to turn into an ice sculpture raised her hands high, her divine power surged, and countless silver needles roared out from her cuffs, and the silver light gathered into the sea, piercing the cold wind.

Mr. Chun subconsciously condensed several shields of icebergs around him, but then he was slightly taken aback.

Those silver needles didn't come towards him, they were shot towards the sky with a whistling whistle.

"What? Frozen stupid? Or too scared to do anything to me?" Mr. Chun sneered at the corner of his mouth.

The beautiful woman's eyes did not fluctuate. She tried to control her fingers that were already stiff. The speed of her fingers shaking was even several times faster than before, so she couldn't see it clearly, only a phantom of light remained.

The golden silk of the silkworm controls countless silver needles to fly in the sky. It was as if we were going to weave a gorgeous garment for this world, and it was as if we were going to weave a fishing net for all living beings.