Chapter 1167 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (42)
This terrifying temperature burst out as the ice that had been sealed for many years cracked. Even though they were thousands of meters apart, the hot tongue of fire still poured out from the gap like a crazy dragon!
If you were even half a step slower, you would be devoured by this terrifying tongue of fire!
This blow from the Immortal Lord was a fuse, releasing the hot magma that had only been slightly frozen for millions of years!
The ice cracked at an uncontrollable speed, the gaps became wider and wider, and the red magma erupted and surged. Even if it came a little closer, it would be a scorching sting that was unbearable! !
The tongues of fire quickly swallowed up all the gaps, but fortunately there was still a thick layer of ice to block it. Even so, the red magma was still like a demon imprisoned in the endless hell, a beast, roaring and roaring, wanting to see the light of day again. Breaking through the kilometers of ice that had suppressed it for millions of years.
The gap stops spreading.
The immortals gasped and looked at the whole piece of cracked ice. The hot magma spewed out terrible heat. For a moment, the fog rolled over the entire ice layer, and there was a vague collision and movement of something under their feet.
The Immortal Lord stood at the front, half of the scepter in his hand had been incinerated, leaving only half of the golden handle. Golden molten iron was still dripping from the end, constantly dripping down on the thick ice layer. It fell and melted, making a "sizzling" sound.
It's terrible.
The legendary sky fire that can burn everything in the world is so terrifying.
Now let alone go in to find the soul body, there is a risk of being roasted to death by the heat even if you get close.
Can a holy body really be refined in such a magma hell? At this temperature and scale, let alone the body, even the most heat-resistant stone in the world will turn into ashes.
The scene just now was still frightening, and people didn't dare to approach it rashly again.
Everyone looked at the Immortal Lord and listened to his next command.
"Wait first, wait for this piece of ice to melt completely."
"This will have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse..." "Soon, soon."
The scepter destroyed the ice seal set by the ancient gods. The hot magma has spewed out and will soon melt the ice sheet and restore it to its original appearance.
Now everyone can clearly feel that the temperature around them is suddenly rising. The layers of fur robes wrapped around them look particularly redundant. Sweat is dripping from their foreheads. Dozens of pairs of eyes are staring at the rapidly melting ice. , looking at this irreversible scene, for a moment, the immortals were inevitably a little frightened.
This is like a disaster. They have never seen such a large-scale magma spewing out, and once it touches it, it can range from losing arms and legs to death.
That female war goddess was just thrown away alive?
How long can he last in this terrible magma? He will definitely die in an instant.
Even so, the tragedy is still frightening.
It was cruel and terrifying, but it was all done by his ancestors, and no one present was qualified to rebuke the protoss back then.
If it was for the sake of righteousness and the world, this woman would have lived a meaningful life and died a valuable life. Her single sacrifice had brought peace to the six realms for three million years.
Thinking about it this way, the immortals bowed their heads and waved away the trace of discomfort in their hearts.
If there really is such a person who can turn things around, then she was born to sacrifice.
This must be God's instruction, irreversible and helpless.
As for whether it is reasonable or not, everyone unanimously ignores it.
(End of chapter)