Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

The power of a word is like a thousand catties!

The invisible pressure came over, Fang Yuanxin shuddered uncontrollably, kneeling on the ground with soft legs, sweat soaked his patched Tang suit.

With shock in his chest, Fang Yuanxin looked at the girl in white on the altar in astonishment.

What a powerful voice!

Legend has it that the powerful master of Yanling can live and die with one word.

Life and death are controlled by shallow words!

It's no wonder that heaven does not allow her to exist, and Bai Chuwei's existence is simply going against the sky.

Bai Chuwei's soft and jade-like fingers stroked the altar, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

In the time of the ancient gods, offering sacrifices was a very important and serious matter. There were nine altars alone!

You can be lazy and not convene the meeting of the Upper Shrine, but the sacrificial ceremonies are absolutely indispensable.

She was accepted as a righteous sister by Bai Zong back then, not only verbally, but through a solemn sacrificial ceremony to inform the heavens and the world!

She still remembered that the sacrificial ceremony was presided over by the fox ancestor as a priest. She was wearing a white linen skirt and smiled at Bai Zong and asked if his righteous sister wanted to rob him of his priesthood.

However, later, the altar became the battlefield of the battle of the ancient gods!

Seeing Bai Chuwei's hand touching the ancient altar, Fang Yuan's eyes jumped with excitement.

How could Heaven allow such an existence against the sky?

Wind, come.

The fierce cold air poured from this huge altar in all directions. It was the surviving spirit consciousness from the ancients, which has been surviving in this battlefield for thousands of years!

After thousands of years, these remaining gods and soul consciousness can also instantly drop a first-order villain on the villain island!

Fang Yuanxin hurried to the ground and let his body stick to the ground. He could clearly feel the spirit consciousness flying by no more than ten centimeters above his back, rushing towards Bai Chuwei, cold sweat like heavy rain. .

Fang Yuanxin was about to collapse, as if he had just escaped from a tiger's mouth.

These are the spirit consciousness remaining on the ancient battlefield. If he hadn't known the danger in advance, he would have died on the ground.

Without hearing the screams he had imagined, Fang Yuanxin's heart was shocked, his body still clinging to the ground, he raised his head cautiously, and looked towards the high platform ten meters away—

Breathe, stagnate on the spot!

Countless surviving spirit consciousnesses from ancient times floated beside Bai Chuwei, like small blisters on the bottom of the sea.

Fang Yuanxin: "???"

by? Didn't attack Bai Chuwei?

Some villains once came to the villain’s island before, strayed into this altar, were seconded on the spot, and later they were dragged by the head of Hualing Prison to use them as fertilizer!

Nima, this group of spirit consciousness used to be as fierce as tigers, how come they are as good as a pet cat in front of Bai Chuwei?

Bai Chuwei stood on the high platform, and gently touched one of the small blisters with a white jade-like finger, and a short section of the blisters appeared:

"Creation God has newly accepted a righteous sister. Let me talk about God Lord Guangming, what should I give on the day of the sacrificial ceremony?"

Bai Chuwei's thoughts flashed as she saw it, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

The two people in this picture are under her brother Gouyi.

Presumably, in these blisters, there are still some divine and soul consciousnesses of the gods in those days!

Bai Chuwei's water pupils shone brightly, and there was light in her pupils.

Brother Gouyi disappeared between the heavens and the earth for thousands of years, and even the ashes were not left behind. Will his consciousness remain in these hundreds of spirit consciousness blisters?