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Chapter 813 The God Standing in the Center of the Storm
For the Phoenix Elephant Saint Clan, some talented people will be able to reach a new level in 50 years, and they will greatly distance themselves from their contemporaries.

Behind Jing Shijialan, there are four pairs of wings, which shows that he has completed three transformations in 20 years.

This is no longer a talent that can be described. It can only be said that Jing Shajialan is worthy of being a god of gods.

But in Jing Shijialan's arms, Wanyan's expression became more and more serious.

She thought that she already knew how powerful Jing Shijialan was, but Jing Shijialan's strength was beyond her imagination.

Wanyan, who has never been afraid of difficulties and strengths, began to doubt herself at this moment.

Will there really be someone in this world who can defeat him?
Compared to Wanyan's heaviness, Donghuang's eyes, which were wrapped in strong light, unexpectedly burst into a fiery light.

That light, the sun has found its sun.

At the same time that Jing Shajialan's real body appeared in the world, a huge force gushed out from Jing Shajialan's body like a sea wave, and rushed to the surroundings in an instant.

The wave was obviously invisible to the naked eye, but it seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties. It didn't fall on people's shoulders, but on people's hearts, making people feel an unbearable weight on their souls.

At the same time, the invisible sea water drained away all the air, making everyone present feel unbearably suffocated.

The world that was invaded by Jing Shajialan left only a dead silence.

It was an invisible tsunami.

Jing Shijialan raised his chin slightly, looked down at Donghuang, and the Thunder God, Lightning God, and the tens of thousands of troops behind him, his eyes were upright and awe-inspiring, his expression was bright and cold, and his posture was straight and upright.

It can be said that the clank and iron bones are like thousands of feet without branches, and the majestic righteousness runs through the vast sky and Changhong.

At that moment, no one would doubt that Jing Shajialan was the god standing in the center of the storm.

Just listen to Jing Shijialan's harsh words:

"The people in the temple should work together, not kill each other, so this deity has no intention of fighting with the Holy Army.

But today, if there are any of the following people who violate the rules and despise the rules of the palace, the deity will use his flesh and blood to revive the strict rules of the palace! "

Jing Shijialan's voice complemented the oppressive feeling head-on, like a god descending from the sky, so loud that no one dared to move.

Jing Shijialan paused for a moment, and his eyes slowly swept across the faces of the three people in front of him, neither serious nor serious, and regardless of whether they were still standing in front of him, he hugged Wanyan and went straight to them.

The moment Jing Shijialan looked away, all three of them heaved a sigh of relief, and Thor realized that his temples were wet with sweat.

It is obviously a faint look, and nothing can be read, how can it be so suffocating.

At the same time, the sun god has restrained his posture, and he was the first to take a step to the side, waiting respectfully for Jing Shajialan to pass by.

This is true of the sun gods, as well as the gods of thunder and electric gods.

After that, there was an orderly sound of "crash, la la", tens of thousands of soldiers moved in unison, and there was a crisp roar of armor colliding.

The large formation that could not be seen was like the ground in an earthquake, tearing a crack about three people wide from near to far.

Jing Shijialan hugged Wanyan even tighter, and walked towards the formation without hesitation.

I saw the man in black holding the girl in red, with the eight star palaces on top of his head and eight long purple wings behind him.

They strode through the sea of ​​thousands of people, like a small boat that knows where it came from and has a journey. It is obviously floating on the ocean, but it is full of lonely courage.

Wanyan looked at Jing Shijialan's jawline, she still hated him, but it was undeniable that she was not afraid at all of the [-] elite soldiers who crossed Tianxuan Palace with him.

Jing Shijialan sent Wanyan to a wheel palace, turned and left without saying a word.

On another wheel palace, Jing Shijialan told Gongjue Zhanshu:
"In the shape of Sanguang Tianzun, Zhong Huai Sheng was buried generously."

"Yes!" Gongjue Zhanshu replied without thinking, and finally confirmed in disbelief:
"My lord, are you talking about... Zhong Huaisheng?"

For a long time, Zhong Huaisheng was the thorn in Jing Shijialan's side. Now that he is dead, Jing Shijialan is not only unhappy, but wants to bury him with extremely high etiquette, which is too strange up.

Jing Shijialan sighed softly, and slowly loosened his collar.

Gongjue Zhanshu thought that Jing Shijialan didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions, and immediately went behind Jing Shijialan to help him change his clothes.

The moment he saw Jing Shijialan's back, Gong Jue Zhanshu couldn't help but gasped.

From the front, there is nothing abnormal about Jing Shijialan, but on the back, there are eight blood holes the size of bowls, and bones can be seen deep in it.

That was the scar left by Ziyi when she rushed out of her body.

Gong Jue Zhanshu didn't know what to do for a while, just about to say about applying medicine, Jing Shijialan continued talking to himself:
"I, Feng Naifu and Zhong Huaisheng all voluntarily or had to go close to her due to various reasons, and we all have identities that cannot be disclosed or are not convenient to be disclosed.

Feng Naifu and I tried our best to fabricate a false identity, tried every means to hide and deceive her.

Up to now, she has forgotten Heng Li, but she still doesn't know who Heng Li is.

It's like she doesn't know who her dear Sister Sapphire is.

As for Zhong Huaisheng, it is clear that his identity is his capital crime, and it is the most dangerous and should be kept secret.

However, he was the only one who frankly surrendered his life experience, his sincerity, and everything about himself from the very beginning.

He would rather bring destruction upon himself than lie to her. "

Jing Shijialan said, his voice was a little weak and tired.

"I, Yu Wanyan, have too much involuntary control and helplessness. Whether I like it or not, I have hurt her too much.

As for Feng Naifu, his feelings for Wanyan are too extreme, too pathological, and too complicated, mixed with obsession, resentment, and use, and there is no longer any sincerity left.

There is only Zhong Huaisheng, who loves purely, sincerely, unreservedly, and desperately.

He is like a gambler, knowing that there will be no good results, but still pouring everything into this gamble with no return. "

Jing Shijialan paused for a moment, his eyes drooped, and there were too many unspeakable emotions in it.

After a long time, he sighed and said:
"In all fairness, even I feel heartbroken for Zhong Huaisheng.

No matter what, it shouldn't be impossible for everyone to win her a glance.

He loves too hard and too painfully. "

Gong Jue Zhanshu didn't speak, he was so quiet that he even held his breath, but carefully peeled off Jing Shijialan's coat.

He couldn't see Jing Shijialan's face, but he could think of Jing Shijialan's lonely expression.

Gongjue Zhanshu knows that Jing Shijialan is pitying Zhong Huaisheng, and even pitying himself.

(End of this chapter)