Chapter 422 422. Lord Dragon God, long time no see
In the darkness, a rose-red mark lit up on the back of Xia Feng’s hand.
The red spiritual light floated in the air, whirling to form a graceful silhouette in a red dress. The fox-shaped face came close to Xia Feng and said coldly and softly: "Master, I thought you were dead."
< br>Xia Feng flicked her forehead: "You idiot, don't curse your master."
"Oh."
Yuehongli blinked, and Qiongbi sniffed at his neck. He raised his eyes and said again: "Master, the bad luck caused by Yuyu on you has not dissipated yet."
Yuyu killed a thousand enemies. The self-destruction is 800, and bad luck will linger for a while after using it, but it is not a big problem. Anyway, he now has an immortal spirit and is completely immortal.
So if something bad happens to you, you will have to stay in a dark room for 3 months. Nothing will be more unlucky than this.
While thinking, he looked at Yue Hongli.
When Death entered the stasis field of Ogchuan before, the Moon Red Carp also followed him in, but he could not move freely like him, but his life span, thinking, senses and so on were all stagnant.
Now I followed him out after he was resurrected, so for Yue Hongli, it only lasted a moment, and then he ran to this place from the long river of time and space in the blink of an eye.
“Master, are we in the evil world?” Yue Hongli looked towards the outside world with cold and beautiful eyes.
The Erlings in the outside world are still crawling and chanting unknown prayers.
Xia Feng quickly arranged the teleportation formation and gently rubbed Xia Yue Hongli's hair, "Little Li, I will enter the sealed land later. You stay here to guard. If anything unusual happens, call me. .”
“Okay, Master”
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【250th Day of the Awakening Calendar】
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The woman in the star skirt is sitting on a divine throne, with a heavy ancient book on her knees, and the open pages are drifting with the breeze In a blink of an eye, there is no more record on each page except the date.
Emperor Si lowered her eyes and closed her eyes, her pale vertical pupils narrowed into thin lines, and the dark gold cross between her eyebrows stretched out countless golden threads like roots, connecting into the majestic eyes.
The eighteen black chains on the armrests of the throne still bound her whole body. Her soft gray hair was faintly igniting blood and fire, and a cold and ancient aura rose from the throne. At this moment, she was really like an old god imprisoned in hell, about to break through the thousands of shackles from the netherworld.
I don’t know when.
She has long been accustomed to the life of believers coming here every once in a while.
Looking forward to every time a believer appears and talks to her. He tells about everything that happened in the outside world, and even looks forward to leaving the sealed land and witnessing with his own eyes the prosperity of all races after Ragnarok.
Obviously she was unwilling to wake up at first, let alone talk to this male human.
But now, maybe even if she wanted to talk to Xia Feng, Xia Feng wouldn't be able to respond to her.
Three months ago.
Ever since she discovered that the believer's corresponding star in the astral realm was not quite right, she had been looking forward to it.
I hope that believers will suddenly appear one day, respectfully lower their hands under the divine steps again, and call her name.
But three months have passed, and she has forcibly broken through the shackles of spiritual thoughts in the sealed land several times, and cast her vision into the Sirius Star Territory.
But the dark star field with few stars has never changed.
The place where Sirius disintegrated turned into nothingness and deathly silence.
It seems that believers will never appear in the Sealed Land again.
Perhaps she can only continue to sleep here for tens of millions of years, until the world comes to an end and the universe comes to an end.
But she didn't want to sleep.
She had already remembered the four heretical souls who killed believers. They were so weak, but they dared to challenge the majesty of the Dragon God.
Those who offend the gods will die.
The woman on the throne slowly raised her divine eyes, with countless sacred golden lines on her eyebrows and forehead, and soft gray clouds floating in the space. Her aura rose again and again, and the chains behind the throne trembled crazily.
She really cannot break through the seal here. But it is not difficult to kill four ants in the endless distance with spiritual thoughts, but the price is to be seriously injured and fall into a ten-year sleep, unable to wake up. At the same time, the gods will discover that she has woken up once.
However, if the believer really dies, such a price will be unnecessary.
It's just sleeping for thousands of years, maybe it's not such a bad thing.
But Di Si did not take action immediately.
She still wanted to wait.
Waiting for the impossible.
"Huh?"
As if she noticed something, the woman in the throne room had a movement in her eyes.
As the space fluctuates, a male human jumps out of the space.
Xia Feng looked up and met the woman's lowered gaze.
Under the dark gold sacred pattern on the woman's forehead, the vertical pupils burned with pale flames, as if surging with ancient divine power, looking indifferently at the world.
Xia Feng's soul sank, and he felt the chill of death, a kind of monstrous divine wrath that made people feel fear and beg for mercy.
But in the next moment, these terrifying auras that frightened him were like defeated soldiers, shrinking crazily and dissipating.
Above the divine throne and below the divine steps, the atmosphere quietly fell into silence.
Xia Feng swallowed, bowed his hands respectfully, blinked and raised his head, showing a sunny smile with his big white teeth: "Lord Dragon God, long time no see."
Di Si: "."
The floating cloud-gray soft hair fell, and the faintly ignited blood color quietly faded away. The golden lines between the eyebrows, which were like roots, also receded like a tide, turning into dark gold cross marks again, embellishment between the eyebrows.
Di Si lowered her eyes, slowly closed the heavy books on her lap, and turned into spiritual light and dissipated.
As she gathered her divine power and suppressed the thought of breaking through the seal, the eighteen netherworld chains behind her that seemed to come from Fengdu also quietly disintegrated, as if they had never appeared before.
The throne and the woman on the throne returned to normal in an instant, and they looked no different from when Xia Feng came here before.
Xia Feng's right eyelid twitched slightly and he asked tentatively: "Lord Dragon God, how have you been in the past three months?"
Di Si raised her eyes and nodded softly: "Very good."
"Oh, that's good."
Xia Feng nodded, but she was a little confused, "Then who were you just now? ”
The space fell into a brief silence, a little silent.
“I am aware of your death.”
Emperor Si whispered calmly, "After all, as my only believer, your death is undoubtedly a provocation to the Dragon God, so I am prepared to pay the price of sleep and help you execute the four heretics."
"! "Xia Feng was shocked when he heard Miss Evil Dragon's words.
It was a close call, but fortunately I came in as soon as I was resurrected. Otherwise, it would be more of a loss than a gain in order to kill four novices and cause Miss Evil Dragon to sleep for ten thousand years again.
But what makes Xia Feng a little surprised is that Miss Evil Dragon can actually know who killed him? Can you even snipe the target while being sealed?
"My believer, you have broken your promise again. I need a reasonable explanation." Emperor Si raised her eyes and looked at him.
Three months ago, after helping the believers get rid of the group of evil and human enemies and accepting the challenge from the evil witch, the believers said they would come in to find her soon.
And this 'soon', I didn't expect it to be three months.
(End of this chapter)