God after all

Chapter 65 The Black Dragon and the Red Snake Entwined on the Reverse Cross

"What are you thinking about?"

Muchel's face came closer, and he looked curiously at Leng Ji's face that always had a faint expression.

"It's nothing."

Turning his face away, avoiding a pair of staring eyes, he asked indifferently, "Dio Suotto didn't come after him?"

"Probably thought we had escaped to the outside world."

Regardless of whether this claim is credible, there is no need to ask too much, and the cold and deadpan reaction indicates indifference.

"You can leave." The voice was always extremely cold.

"Because I was waiting for you to wake up, so I stayed in this dark for eight hours."

Muchel made an "eight" gesture, and his tone was inevitably ambiguous and complaining.

Leng Ji's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was a little surprised that he had been in a coma for so long.

"Let's go."

The voice was flat, with no emotional ups and downs.

Seeing the black figure standing up in front of him, Michel rose up in response, but maybe because he had been sitting upright for too long, he lost feeling in his feet, and his body staggered and lost his center of gravity.

There was no crashing sound.

This dense darkness seems to be an existence organized by void, but it has a touch like walking on the earth, and it will not float or fall weightlessly.

"Damn...you didn't catch me?"

Muchel, lying on the ground like an octopus, moaned.It's hard for her to imagine that the child she watched growing up has become so indifferent

"Seeing the beautiful woman fall in front of you, you don't reach out to help her."

In fact, it can't be blamed for being cold and ruthless.When watching the Goddess of Time Michel fall down, a scene from his dream suddenly popped up in his mind: the scene of his mother throwing herself into the arms of the Patriarch of All Gods.

It wasn't just a dream, but something that actually happened in the past reappeared in the form of a dream.

The appearance of the mother and the ancestor of all gods is so real, it can be clearly seen from the time when he was born in the warm womb.

Ignoring Muchel at his feet, he turned around coldly and indifferently.

Seeing the figure that left her alone walking in the darkness dotted with flames, the Goddess of Time sighed and had no choice but to rub her legs and get up to follow.

The flames are always in a circle, accompanied by Leng Ji floating two meters away from his body, moving like a shadow.

The flame dancing in the darkness seemed to be trembling for the peerless appearance of the beautiful young man.

"Hey, does the wound still hurt?"

"Fortunately."

The excessive silence of the person in front of him always made Muchel feel unbearably dull.

In the boundless world of darkness, the oppressive atmosphere is so suffocating that it is unbearable, and the coldness that seems to be the embodiment of darkness casts a heavy shadow over it.

He didn't say anything, just walked quietly in the dark, dark, as if he came from the depths of the darkness, and then went back alone.

Miuchel just stared at the dark figure quietly, obviously close in front of his eyes, but really felt far away and untouchable.

"White Rose was captured by the Dark Nobility, do you know her whereabouts?"

This was the first time that Leng Ji asked about the girl's whereabouts.

Muchelle smiled knowingly, thinking that she still cared about her—although she always seemed indifferent to Bai Rose.

"What the dark nobles took away was not the real white rose."

Hearing these words, the Leng Ji figure obviously paused.But it was only a second of hesitation.

"What did you and Michael do?"

"It's a good thing! You will thank the majesty."

He was silent and silent, as if he didn't want to pursue it any further.

A long silence followed.

At this time, the clear and ethereal sound similar to wind chimes broke the silence.

The sound of the sounds of nature fluttered lightly, with incredible magic power that made light replace darkness.

What we are greeted is the endless silver lines floating under the dark sky, and the misty and clear scene is somewhat blurred and cold.

The traces left by the battle are shockingly displayed all around.

The sunken traces of the melted ground spread to an invisible distance, and many buildings decayed into sporadic corners—this is the extreme damage caused by the special flames. Leng Ji is still deeply impressed by the power of the demon god Diosotto.

The place he was now looked familiar, so Leng Ji turned his gaze to a certain ruin: the pool of dried blood under the chaotic rocks and broken walls proved that he had fallen there.

That scene vividly flooded into my mind again.

If Muchel hadn't rescued him in time, he must have died, right? ——Thinking about this, Leng Ji left silently.

Perhaps it was too tiring to walk, Muchelle used the flying technique to float up, and his body that lost gravity walked against the wind.

The long golden hair floats in the air, the goddess's light and flying dress dances with the hair, and the bright and beautiful face of the spring is as beautiful as the sun.

"Did you notice it?"

The unusually cold question echoed in Muchelle's ears.

A repressed and solemn expression lingered on her beautiful face, and she said in a deep voice, "What a terrifying power."

At this moment, the calm planning look on the Goddess of Time's brows deepened significantly.

"Do you know the history?"

Whether it's voice or facial expression, the cold reaction is as calm, calm and flat as ever.

"A very old magic."

The emotion revealed in the tone has a distant atmosphere, and even the eyes looking straight ahead are a bit dazed and dissociated.

Her soul has already flown to the distant Demon God Century!As for this ancient magic that was born in the Demon God Century, they only know a little bit from the records in the forbidden books and the legends of the Demon God.

"How old?"

But Muchel stopped talking, and flew towards the direction where the magic power came from.

Leng Ji didn't rush to catch up, and the steps under his feet were like stroking the wind.

The desolation and decay of the surrounding area was more tragic than before, and this dilapidated phenomenon of ruins once spread to the place where Muchel stayed.

The walking Leng Ji stood beside her, following her gaze to the ground a hundred meters away.

The pattern of "Black Dragon and Red Snake Entwined on the Reverse Cross" imprinted on the concrete floor was drawn by Diosotto. The image is the same as what Leng Ji had seen before, the only difference is the enchantment that unfolds along the pattern.

The enchantment is light red, like the afterglow of sunset, shining here, and the strange power contained in it will block everything approaching for a hundred meters away.

Seeing Muchel's motionless posture, it seemed that he was helpless against the magic circle.

"3000 million years ago, in order to fight against the war with the gods of the heavens, the twelve demon gods jointly invented the Shenyuan Demon Formation, a weapon born for war."

The cold silence on the side listened silently without making a statement.

"It's also the first time I've seen this magic circle."

Hearing the words, Leng Ji turned to Gao Jie's indifferent face and stared at Miu Xieer intently, as if questioning whether even the god of eternal life had never seen this ancient place?

"Don't look at me like that. I don't live hundreds of millions of years like Maharaja."

The handsome young man understood the implication of these words.

"Can he break the barrier set by Diosotto? Even destroy this magic circle?"

"Maybe." Muchel replied uncertainly.

"What kind of magic array?"

The serious words were spoken in an emotionless and indifferent voice, obviously there was nothing funny about it, but the listeners couldn't help laughing.

After hesitating for a while, Muchelle said solemnly: "The two creatures drawn in the magic circle will come back to life."

The cold and lonely emotion was rarely touched, and the fleeting emotional color passed through the endless dark pupils.

He remained silent, turning his body nonchalantly without stopping.

Muchel was still standing there in a daze, staring intently at the circular pattern with a circumference of three meters in the distance.

The cold wind blows the windbreaker jacket like silky icy rain, and the back of Lengji spreads a pair of black wings like a flying swallow.

It wasn't until the distant figure was about to be swallowed up by the barren ruins that Muchel made any movement.

(End of this chapter)