A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 270 The Future Is Uncertain

A few demon kings in the late Yuanshen stage managed to escape from death, and they hadn't had time to catch their breath.

Seeing the majestic battle outside, all eyes were straightened.

The destructive light shone on their dazed faces.

Under the dark curtain, it seemed that a world-ending war was taking place. In the brilliance, it seemed that every flash of light could destroy the world, and every breath of breath could cause countless creatures to bleed.

"Is this... a battle of immortals?"

A group of late primordial gods shivered and turned their heads with stiff faces.

I saw a few maharajas struggling with the crystal fluff in embarrassment, and their souls were like reeds floating freely with the swaying of the feathers.

With that cautious appearance, it seems that the outside world is an endless purgatory, for fear of being thrown out accidentally.

For a while, everyone was a little flustered.

But soon.

They learned from the mouths of the few surviving great monarchs that this may be a certain hidden power in the world of cultivating immortals.

The eyes of a group of primordial spirits suddenly brightened, and their eyes were full of expectation.

After experiencing the feeling of death, no one wants to try again.

At this moment, even if there is only one straw left, they must grasp it.

A group of primordial spirits and gods stared at the battle in the arena, silently praying to the girl in their hearts.

In the battlefield, talking about the scene, the golden light that occupies the entire world is magnificent, the golden thin lines are endless, and the golden chains are mighty.

Like a series of evil dragons, they are connected in a string, winding around the giant tower layer by layer.

After repeated attacks to no avail, these golden chains seemed to imitate the golden thread, to wrap the giant tower in front of him into a giant cocoon and swallow it whole.

The golden brilliance collided with the crystal clear light.

There was a harsh sound of "squeak".

It looks like someone scratching a cement slab with a shovel.

At this time, the sound was directly multiplied by a hundred thousand times, and the unpleasant sound made a group of primordial spirits dizzy, and their souls were almost torn apart.

It was the friction and collision of the forces of two worlds, just like the collision of real worlds.

Although the explosion radiation and power aftermath are blocked by the golden light on the tail feathers, the invisible ultrasonic and infrasound waves and various by-products cannot be tolerated by the Yuanshen stage.

Fortunately, the remaining old demons are all old souls with profound backgrounds. If they are new souls or monks, their souls will explode just by watching the battle at such a close distance.

In the battlefield, one after another golden chains were like giant dragons, wrapping around the giant tower layer by layer.

The chains in all directions, like winding coils, are wrapped layer after layer.

Waves of world power rippled on the golden chains, rubbing against each other and superimposing the locks, forming layers of world walls, constantly enveloping the giant tower.

But no matter how many layers of the giant golden wall are wrapped around.

Whenever the golden chains were about to cover the giant pagoda completely, the exquisite pagoda suddenly became bigger and jumped a section higher.

Then the golden chain crumbles and starts all over again, seemingly never ending.

Seeing the giant tower gaining the upper hand, each of the Primordial Spirits and Demon Monarchs looked excited.

The majestic and majestic giant pagoda directly expands people's hearts, and their heroic spirit goes straight to the bullfight.

A group of demon primordial spirits looked at the figure in front of the giant tower one after another.

If you look at the gods.

However, at this moment, Bai Lu was staring at the tail feather, the expression on her face was not relaxed at all.

The tail feather floated quietly in the darkness, except for these golden threads, there seemed to be no other movements.

However, she pinched her fingers, and the secret was obscure.

My prospects are bleak, and the future is chaotic.

In the dark, an inexplicable crisis enveloped her heart.

(End of this chapter)