Chapter 77 (2/2)

There were snowflakes floating in the sky, which were made of crystal energy. The flame of the third altar was activated, and the flame affected the plane force. The clouds rolled up in the sky, and the wind suddenly increased. A tornado jumped out of the cloud and pressed down on the third altar. Countless crystal pieces condensed and formed under the force of nature, Carried by the wind like a blade, he tried to cut things in the altar to pieces. Step into the flame of the wind bell body immediately appeared several horizontal seven vertical eight big size small wound. Fengling pressed the wounds with her hand, but found that some wounds were cut out of her hand immediately. Due to physical injury, the purple energy in the body flows out like liquid, which is God's blood. The other end of the flame was only three or five meters in front of her, but it was very difficult for her to move forward. As soon as she raised her foot, her leg was immediately cut out again by the ice mixed with the strong wind. There were three or four wounds one inch and a half feet deep. The violent energy of the plane was affected by the anger of God, and the power was visible.

Feng Ling fell down and moved forward with her hand, but she only moved two steps. Her arm was also scarred. She wanted to influence her own strength to defend, but after a try, she found that those forces could not be used in the fire. Thinking about it, she could also explain that her divine power was originally used to trap the anger of these gods. How could she trap the water when she was in the fire, which was equivalent to throwing a bowl into the water?

Do you want to fall here after all?

The distance in front of him was only two or three meters away from the fire, but it was difficult to reach the sky. Wind bell struggled to climb forward a step, raised face immediately is also three or five wounds.

At this time, there were many voices of prayer coming from all directions. The wind chime was stunned. It was a mortal prayer that she was familiar with. Originally, as a God, she would respond to the prayers of these mortals to satisfy their little wishes. But now she is trapped in the fire, how can she respond to them?

The wind chime has only a bitter smile.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened. The wind chime lay down on the ground and carefully distinguished. These prayers had little actual content, but they were similar to the established classics. They were like some kind of eulogizing words. The magic thing was that these prayers were like organized and regular singing in unison. No matter the syllables or the arrangement of heavy and light tones, they all conformed to a certain rhythm, Take a closer look, this kind of rhythm actually echoes with the revolving rhythm of the wind!

When I was young, I couldn't even drag the crystal blocks the size of my fingers, and those crystal blocks fell to the ground with a crackle. As a result, the cutting force of the crystal blocks brought by the wind was so small that it could be ignored, and the action became spontaneous immediately. While the next prayer interfered with the wind, the wind chime gathered all his strength and half rolled out of the fire of the third altar.

The voice of prayer did not stop, but changed the rhythm.

In the fire of the fourth altar, there are thunder and lightning all over the sky, and the sound of prayer still works. Those thunder and lightning are disturbed, either on the ground or in the air. In a daze, few of them are split on the wind chime, and even one of them is split on one end of the fire and comes out from the other end. The wind chime takes advantage of this, Hobbling from the flame in the past, after all, is God, drilling holes natural faster than mortal reaction on so a bit.

As for the fifth altar, the voice of prayer was replaced by a long song. The power of the plane obviously needs to deal with all the songs in the world urgently. But the song is so unified that it seems to occupy too much spirit of the plane power. The power of cutting everything contained in the light is twisted into a twist, These sounds are similar to the way that the wind chime controls the power of Xinghe. It interferes with the energy, and there are many zigzag holes in the middle of the flame. The wind chime lowers down and quickly climbs from one end of the flame to the other with all her strength.

”As long as the exiled land can survive, God can only sigh for the object of his punishment, because the complete degree of the will of those exiled places that can survive is beyond the scope of the divine power. The sixth altar is the fire of sigh. ” So said tirathmis.

The fire of sighing can't help even the stronger mortals, let alone being the wind chime of God.

As she staggered out of the fire of the sixth altar, tirathamis said with a smile, ”you are free.”

The wind chime knelt down in silence to tirartemis, and even had no time to deal with countless wounds on his body. He was full of fatigue and said, ”great tirartemis, I, wind chime, will follow you from now on, and I am willing to be your servant!”

Tirathamis nodded, looked indifferent, and pointed behind the wind chime: ”these will be your relics in this world.”

Fengling covered her wounds and turned around. Four statues bathed in divine fire have been created on the four altars behind her, which are the mirror images of her most painful moment left in the world.

Freedom is not easy to come by!