After the deification ceremony was over, the sacred brilliance was still flowing in the New World, and as the land of the deification of Sigger, the father of the oak, Oz City was washed by the sacred power and turned into a holy city. When a new true god was born and exclaimed, a battle was unfolding in a dimension that was difficult for ordinary people to peek at.
Phew, the storm swept across, raging in the void, a pair of pure white wings spread quietly, covering the sky.
"Divine Art Destruction Storm."
The aura belonging to the true god is boiling in this strange space, with an indifferent expression, the storm angel Xifeng is wantonly destroying everything, but at this moment his state is very strange, and the aura belonging to the true god is flowing around him, and the person he is targeting The main target is Sigger, the father of the newly-promoted True God Oak.
Hum, the natural divine domain opened up, and an oak tree flowing with sacred aura quietly grew up, and it was blown by the storm without any shake.
Although there are still many flaws in this divine technique because of his recent promotion, what he is facing at this moment is not the real Lord of Storms after all, but just the descended body of the Lord of Storms using his own angel as a container.
Looking at the unshakable undead oak, Xifeng finally had a wave in his gray eyes.
"Divine Art¡¤Wind Slash."
Eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of cold light flashed, the phantom of the right wing behind Xi Feng slowly raised high, like a divine sword about to fall, at this moment, the sharp wind flowed out from between the white feathers, forming a slash that cut everything edge.
Phew, without a sound, the wings swung down, the illusory feathers flew, and the wind condensed to the extreme turned into a gossamer, cut open the space, and cut towards Sigger.
Although the branches and leaves withered, Xifeng or the Storm Lord's cut seemed simple and unremarkable, but it showed the cutting characteristics of the storm's divine power to the extreme.
A strange fragrance filled the void, and pale golden blood dripped down. In the void without soil, the vegetation grew wildly and the flowers bloomed. In an instant, a fairyland garden was built. In the blow just now, Sigger injured.
The oak was broken in the middle, the branches and leaves turned into pale golden light spots and dissipated invisible, the magic spell was lifted, and Sigger revealed his body.
There is a golden halo in the emerald green pupils, looking at Xifeng, or looking at the blurred figure behind him, the power in Sigger's body begins to boil, at this moment on the back of his divine body There is an unhealed wound on his body, which contains the power of the divine power of the wind, which is constantly eroding his divine body.
The brilliance of nature filled the air again, rendering the void into a piece of emerald gold, using the power of theocracy to move the world, and Sigger continued to recover from his injuries.
"Worthy of being an old-fashioned true god, it's so troublesome just to have a descended body."
The body is alienated, and the emerald green branches and leaves protrude from the flesh and blood. At this moment, Sigger changed from a human form into a monster with a height of 100 meters, a quality like oak, a height of 100 meters, three heads and six arms. It is at this time that the world's With great power added, he seemed to have become a part of the world.
"Have you mastered your mythical posture so quickly? It's really beyond my expectations."
Seeing Sigger like this, a look of surprise appeared on the face of the Lord of Storms.
The appearances of the true gods are different, and many of them have manifested in human form, but this is not the true face of the true gods. It is just because human beings are the mainstream of the world today. They just let them see what they want to see That's all.
The true face of the true god is called a mythical posture, which is itself a manifestation of power. In this state, the true god can fit the world to the greatest extent, become a part of the world, and leverage the mighty power of the world as much as possible. However, due to consumption It is very big, and it contains certain dangers, so under normal circumstances, true gods will not show their mythical posture, and the so-called mythical posture of wizards is actually imitating gods. The moment he was promoted to a true god, he had his own mythical posture, which is the image of three heads and six arms at this time.
"Divine Art ¡¤ Wrath of Nature."
The mighty power of the world is added, and the head in the middle opens its eyes, burning with raging anger. At this moment, the power of storm, flood, thunder and lightning, and the earth is condensed on Sigger's fist. This is the divine art that comes with his mythical posture .
Life is the main theme of nature, but life is not the whole of nature. When nature is angry, wind, cloud, thunder and lightning are all weapons in its hands.
Hum, the sky and the earth roared, and the anger of nature began to vent. At this moment, the Lord of Storms became the enemy of nature.
?Woo woo woo, the wind howls, facingAgainst the ever-evolving natural power, the Lord of Storms had to take defenses.
As time goes by, the mighty power and storm that belong to nature are constantly intertwined in the void. With the blessing of the world's mighty power, the mighty power of nature finally wiped out the violent storm.
"It has reached its limit, this body is still too fragile after all."
The power belonging to the wind dissipated, and he got rid of Sigger again. Seeing himself covered with cracks, as if cracking the flesh of porcelain, the Lord of Storms stopped his movements.
Using one's own angel as one's descended body, although this can exert its own power as much as possible, but it also has a limit. Facing Sigger, who has shown a mythical posture, this kind of power is obviously still weaker. .
"Let's stop here, Sigger, here I only represent myself to congratulate you for becoming the new true god."
A deep voice came from Xifeng's handsome and indistinguishable body. At this moment, the Lord of Storms, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
Hearing this and looking at the Lord of Storms, Sigger stopped his attack, but the mighty power of nature still circulated around him and did not dissipate.
"You are a god in my ranch, it is my right to take action against you, this is the rule."
Looking at Sigger, who was still burning with anger, the Storm Lord explained.
Hearing this, Sigger remained silent. Sutilt has always been the home court of the Church of the Storm, and the Green Field Territory is also a part of Sutilt in name. From this perspective, the words of the Lord of Storms are not It's not unreasonable, but many times this kind of thing itself is a mess.
"This is a congratulatory gift, and this is an invitation from the Temple of the Gods."
The thought turned, and two breezes took shape, falling from the hands of the Lord of Storms into Sigger's hands.
"I am waiting for your arrival in the temple of the gods."
After the last words fell, the body was shattered, and he took a deep look at Sigger, and the little bit of divine sense that the Lord of Storms came sank into the depths of the void and disappeared.
Watching the storm lord's divine sense disappear, Sigger didn't take action to stop it, because it was unnecessary, and even if he lost that wisp of divine sense, it would not be a big loss to the storm master.
"The Temple of the Gods."
Whispering softly and absorbing the two wisps of breeze, Sigger has a lot of information in his heart, which is some common sense among the gods, and the other is a guiding mark. With this mark, Sigger can Put your own consciousness into the temple of the gods.
"It turns out that this is the so-called rule."
The figure disappeared, and Sigger's figure also disappeared into the void. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com