Chapter 275 Only God Can Fight God
Suddenly, Wei Miao felt a creepy feeling.
She turned her head suddenly and saw the void to the side tearing apart, revealing a corner of the Requiem Realm.
Under the foggy gray sky, the dead town was filled with black smoke.
A tall obsidian statue gradually enlarged in Wei Miao's sight.
"He's coming out!"
Getting the answer effortlessly, Wei Miao had the urge to turn around and leave. The desire for the unknown and secret in her heart tied her to the spot again.
If she can come into contact with such a majestic existence, even if she only gets a glimpse of its secrets, it will be of endless benefit to her level!
She finally understood why some people would rather face the risk of eternal destruction than to plunge into the abyss.
Some people advocate "respecting the unknown", while others advocate "facing madness"... They are both right.
To be in awe is to save one's life, to face is to risk one's life.
Wei Miao can leave the copy at any time, but she is still standing here.
As the crack protrudes from the bottom of the stone statue, the torn space gap actually wrinkles like a canvas, being dragged out of the plane by the statue.
The fissures shriveled up irregularly. When the statue of the god arrived in its entirety, the spatial gap in the Requiem Realm completely disappeared.
The scorching sound of the flames was also swallowed up by the idol.
Silent as nothingness.
And the prism-like surface of the statue actually reflects the houses with pointed roofs and red tiles, the deserted streets, the dead gray sky...the scenes in countless aspects are changing all the time, which is dazzling.
Wei Miao understood what this meant and stared at the statue intently. She was shocked by his ability: "He actually converged the entire requiem field on the statue!"
At this moment , the idol carries everything in the Requiem Realm!
His size shrunk and he fell into the formation easily.
His full coming appears to be only the introduction to the next stage of refinement.
The wind blew across Wei Miao's face.
The next moment, she realized that it was not the wind, but the violent soul power.
A tornado-like foggy white color appeared in the formation, and even the fire was wrapped up to form a whirlpool, and the momentum seemed to break through the formation.
What she felt was the air current formed by the escape of soul power.
At the eye of the wind, a mysterious shadow quickly solidified, and every detail of down feathers as black as ink appeared.
An otherworldly power turned into invisible pressure, and the vague terror made people tremble.
Threads of pale white light pour into it.
The body of the soul hunter has long disappeared.
Wei Miao was still thinking while observing. It was incredible that the ceiling here had not been overturned due to such a big movement.
The vision only lasted a few seconds, and the silent statue suddenly dimmed.
The facets on it seemed to be connected to the abyss at this time, darkening to the extreme and absorbing the soul.
The flames could not cast a trace of light on it, and the sight of the Requiem Realm disappeared.
"Crack."
A subtle cracking sound broke the silence.
A small crack appeared on the indestructible statue of the god, on his left shoulder.
The sound that is almost negligible is like Huang Zhong Da Lu to some beings.
In the Holy Cathedral of Virginia, the bishop was wearing a thin platinum robe, kneeling on his knees, motionless.
He has been kneeling at the main altar since twelve o'clock, clasping his hands on his chest, bowing his head and praying devoutly.
The mask carved from gold is exquisite and covers his entire face.
On the main altar, the sculpture of the Blessing Angel Virginia is shrouded in hazy halo and is very holy.
He is in the posture of blessing with his hands clasped together, with a disc composed of radial decoration behind his back, and the pattern in the center is the Holy Grail of Blessing.
When the crisp crackling sound reached his ears, he raised his head slightly, opened his eyes, and his state of mind, which had been silent for countless years, was slightly disturbed.
The ten fingers are crossed at an angle at the middle joint, and the thumbs are flat and overlapping. He makes the standard praise gesture in the blessing sect in front of his chest, and then inverts it in front of his abdomen: "Praise the Holy Blessing, you Your love is incomparable and your grace endures forever."
"Dominion and dominion - belong to the Eternal One!" Like an edict of praise, golden eyes appeared in his eyes. The hourglass-shaped mark is shaped like a chalice of thanksgiving.
The double-headed cup is turned over. Instantly, invisible divine power was drawn from the void and condensed into a bright white blessing seal behind him.
The bishop stood up from his kneeling position, with a majestic figure.
He turned back, his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick walls and layers of space of the church, straight into the secret place of refinement.
The next second, he closed his eyes decisively and lowered his head slightly to show respect, not daring to look directly.
The closer we get to God, the more we feel awe.
Even if it is just an idol that holds the power of God, but its will and incarnation have not yet arrived, it cannot be underestimated.
But the bishop also has his own position.
He tried to use his body as an anchor to call for the help of the goddess of blessing to stop the refinement.
Only God can fight God!
This is the small town of Sabo, the place where the Blessing Sect flourished.
The ruler must be my God only!
At this moment, in front of the formation.
Wei Miao was unaware of the strange situation in the Blessing Church.
She used her fingers as a "telescope" and peered out from the two circled holes like a child.
Although Wei Miao did not intend to leave the scene, she kept in mind the life-saving rule of "Don't look directly at God."
This behavior is done to delineate the scope of vision and prevent oneself from seeing something that should not be seen.
With such a huge pomp, she really couldn't be sure of the will of the Silent God of Death - whether even just a wisp of thought would come to the statue.
She saw blazing fire and heard the subtle but constant sound of breaking.
There was black mist filling the ground and covering her ankles.
A strange feeling of peace sprouted in my heart. Worry, fear, sadness, joy...all emotions are wiped away.
All she wants now is to go back to the soft and warm big bed at home and sleep.
Or just lie down here, place your hands on your abdomen, and enjoy your sweet dreams while lying flat.
Return to eternal tranquility and cut off all worries in the world.
No need to think, no need to act, no need to...live.
"This is...death!"
Wei Miao realized that she had touched His Tao. It should be said that this was not the Tao. It was the erosion of her by the dissipation of His power. It was power. manifestation of nature.
A small taste is just a drop in the bucket.
Even so, the sense of bewitchment is astonishing.
Human beings are always harsh on suffering and indulgent on enjoyment.
Once you compromise, you compromise step by step, and you can never leave His control.
This kind of temptation continues and becomes more powerful. Later, I was almost arguing with myself.
"I am by no means a saint. I also have a desire for enjoyment and laziness."
Otherwise, she would not have been living a salty life for decades.
“But if you can’t control yourself, you have no choice.”
"Lie down or struggle, enjoy or suffer, everything should be my choice and my control."
Whichever you want... The realm and goal she has been pursuing have always been consistent.
Wei Miao watched the inner struggle indifferently, her true self had already made its judgment, and what was entangled with the confusion was just a corner of her heart used to deceive.
She also used similar methods when she was in pain.
Separate the part of consciousness affected by the perception from the main consciousness. Although the feelings still exist, the main consciousness is enough to rely on the isolation belt to recover most of the attention and carry out normal thinking and action.
This depends on the mastery of the mind.
It sounds abstract, but it is actually just a kind of self-deception and deception of consciousness.
Even if the erosion is endless, consciousness is also boundless!
The abandoned part of consciousness is like the severed tail of a lizard, used to confuse hunters. It is a deliberately constructed line of defense and cage.