Soul of Negary

The corner of the saint's mouth twitched, and he became even more frightened.

He is just relying on the power of the silent god to forcibly transform into a life with a curved angle that is free from life and death, and can observe a certain future.

And the body structure is extremely unstable and will collapse in a short time, so the saints say it nicely, but in fact it is just a disposable item, so the selected people must be fanatical believers.

But any believer will collapse whenever he sees that picture, because that is the most cruel thing for believers.

So at this moment, the saints really seriously considered Negri's proposal to change to another god.

His expression was heavy, and if he still maintained a living body, he would have felt difficulty breathing under the enormous psychological pressure.

At first, the panic of the blood of sin was awakened, and then in order to save his life, he had to join the silent church, using the method of the silent church to suppress the blood of sin and capture it into power.

In the end, he really believed that the blood of sin was a noble bloodline, and that the Silent Church was the Church of God that would bring them happiness and hope.

"I'm sorry for this lord." The saint's body burned with blue flames, and his figure disappeared quickly. He was going to inform the Silent Church. This is a trap and a conspiracy. Continuing the plan will only involve the Silent Church. perish.

No matter what kind of existence God is, whether he will die or not, the Silent Church is an existence that has saved him, and there are many people who have suffered the blood of sin, so he will save the Silent Church no matter what.

Negri picked up the teacup, sighed, and then picked up the book, turning the gear slightly.

Negri appreciates capable people and is willing to give them a chance, but once he has determined his position, Negri will not have any reluctance to give up.

The structure of the saint's body collapsed rapidly, and the blue flame burned wildly. He was going to return to the plane of reality, and he was going to change the determined destiny.

Just at that moment, his body collapsed, crushed and twisted by the force of the curved surface, becoming an insignificant speck of dust in the world.

Negri sat in the tree hole, and the invisible germs were constantly flowing on the bookshelf. They recorded the knowledge on the books and returned to Negri's body.

In this world, Negri dared to claim to be the person who knew the best knowledge of mysticism. In his soul body, he recorded all kinds of magic books, roughly 103,000 volumes.

Negri has carefully studied every magic book, no matter whether it is strong or weak, when it can become magic, he has a reason in it.

What Negri studied was not the magic recorded in it, but the truth and reason contained in it.

As long as Negri masters the truth and reason, and similar magical rituals, Negri can easily do it.

Just like the curved surface angle, the Silent Church has been passed down for so long, and the results achieved are not good, but Negri discovered the existence of the curved surface angle only three years ago when he came into contact with another angle.

It is precisely because of this that the gear program has developed so quickly.

"I will accept your insistence." Negri finished drinking the tea in the cup in one breath, feeling the slightly bitter sweetness in it. Just like the wild fruit, it has too many useless emotions.

Stupid, ignorant, bound by those ridiculous emotions, but it was that persistence that made him delicious.

Just like the rotten fruit outside, the same is true.

Pan Nuo looked at the burning scene around him, and gave a stern smile. He was hunched over his body, and his fighting power was not strong. After all, he was already old, and his body should have died long ago. of magic power.

"Hahaha, hahaha, I was wrong!" Pan Nuo's shriveled body was almost cut off, the last magic power was ignited, and his dry body began to burn with magic fire.

If the city hadn't sunk into the ground, it would have been completely destroyed in that battle, perhaps it would have been the best ending.

"I was wrong!" Pan Nuo fell to the ground and shouted weakly but sincerely, the flames on his body were carried to other places by him, and he used all his strength to reach into the soil.

It was his greed that pushed everything to the current situation, and he could not be forgiven, because no one could forgive him anymore.

The flames on his skinny body gradually went out. Now he doesn't even have the qualifications to continue to burn, and he can't sense the existence of the young shoots. Whether he burns himself or not, this moment is the end of his life.

The flames began to spread, and his body turned into smoke and drifted away under the hot wind stirred by the flames. Thousands of years of scruples were the greatest torture to him.

The high priest didn't take care of the inferior, or even the surrounding that spread to the distance. In his opinion, as long as it didn't affect the ritual of summoning the gods, all of them were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning.

"Go forward, right there, the seat of God is there!" The high priest held his staff, his skinny knuckles were white and blue, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets with excitement, and the many disabled silent cultivators quickly opened up. Passage to the top of the mother tree.

Opening the wooden door, they saw Chromie standing in the middle with his eyes closed, and a bud on his forehead was particularly conspicuous.

Looking at Chromie's beautiful body, the high priest trembled all over and kept mumbling: "Sure enough, the curse has been lifted, this body, such a perfect body, this is what we should look like!"

"Get ready to wake up my lord, everything is just right now, and we will finally be bathed in the glory of God's gift." The high priest was so excited that he could no longer be excited, and quickly ordered everyone to start making arrangements.

Although the mother tree is dead, the texture is still very good, it is the best material for making staff, and there is no problem in making altars.

With a moon tree seedling, a body with a bloodline awakened to the extreme, and on the mother tree, one of the largest magical materials, this is almost the best time and place.

There was no hesitation, the god-calling ceremony began soon, a large number of sapphires were placed in fixed positions, and a large-scale same-track ceremony was quickly placed.

After all, the Silent God is above the ruins, and the distance is not far. As long as there are not too many mistakes in the ritual formation, there will not be many problems.

Noah took the circle chart and instructed some people to perfect the circle. Chromie frowned, as if something bad was happening to him, but at least for now, he didn't wake up so quickly. come over.

From the angle of silence, the blue light ball floating in the air flickered slightly, and the main elf god named the Messenger of Quietness had been killed by the seven gods, and this is just the remnant of him in a special space.

Because relying on this special angle, it is difficult to be completely eradicated. If there is no accident, he should have been sleeping all the time, but today he was touched by some kind of breath.

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