Steel Armour City

The wind is still blowing, the snow is still falling, everything is quietly waiting, but the consciousness light group of wind chime suddenly moved.

The movement of the light ball is so common that it doesn't even fly. Instead, it rolls along with the wind like a ball. The light rolled a few hundred meters to the left, stopped, rolled a few hundred meters to the right, and then stopped again. Strangely enough, the two scrolls are very accurate, and they end where they start. After the two scrolls are completed, the light mass stands in its original position, even without any deviation.

The light ball stopped for a while, then moved again, only the rolling direction changed a little compared with the position just now.

Then, in the eyes of the gods, the light group began to roll for the third, fourth, and even countless times.

As time went by, it was only when the light ball hit the crystal pillar at the base of the next altar that some of the gods suddenly realized that Fengling was exploring the location of the next altar.

Sure enough, after hitting the base of the altar, the light ball no longer rolled, but rose slowly, and was suddenly absorbed by the fire above the altar. As before, the flame can obviously feel the mouthwatering smell inside the wind chime.

Bathed in the divine fire of "punishment", the light mass begins to grow at the speed visible to the naked eye. But everyone can see that there is a problem with the growth of the light mass. At first, the light mass grew a few branches, just like a big tree seed coming out of several bare branches in the fire. If it is an organism, it is obviously not a good growth organism, and the growth is probably a monster of most plants. The light seemed to realize this, and the light flashed by, abruptly cutting off the wrong things, and then began to grow again. This time, it was more than a dozen legs of Mantis. The light group seemed to realize again that it was wrong, and then cut them off again. In the next half day, the light ball grew tentacle like legs, snake like head, silk like arms, tadpole like head... Anyway, none of them made us feel normal.

Until... She put out five crystals.

These five crystals are slightly translucent. It seems that most of the crystals in the world are the same. Just inside the crystal, there is a light of lavender, which is running slowly, just like the thick crystals on akhamob, which contains the energy of the galaxy and has extremely noble quality. Several hundred glances were focused on akamuob almost at the same time. Akamuob's eyes were very surprised, but at the same time, he was overjoyed, and the flame in his eyes suddenly increased. Princess Fengling probably thought of him, so she could create a new entity with such a crystal state.

God's punishment, perhaps the most favorite thing is to turn the object of punishment into a different kind. As a result, she obviously thinks that turning organisms into crystals should also be a kind of punishment, but she forgets that all natural creatures in this world are crystals, and other aspects seem to be things of punishment, which is a normal thing here, Even tirathamis's body in this plane was also a crystal at the beginning. Now the wind chime reappears in the form of crystal. Naturally, the fire of punishment can't distinguish the difference between punishment and natural growth. It will think that the object in the fire has been absolutely punished, so it will no longer exert its power.

A moment later, a new-born Princess Fengling was born in the sacred fire. She still had long purple hair, but her face was very pale after two sacred fires. The long purple hair had turned white, which was a sign of excessive loss of divine power.

The wind chime reappeared and came down from the second altar. A new statue, a round ball, was left in the altar.

Fengling didn't turn back when she stepped down from the altar, because she didn't turn back when she opened the bow, and she didn't leave her way back. The third, fourth and fifth altars standing in front of the wind chime are connected. The colors of the flames on the three altars are blue, cyan and white“ After general punishment, God will banish the punished person to a space he is not familiar with, which is the anger of "exile". Without God's attention, the exiled person must face everything below. As for what is in all this, only the God who is angry knows. " This is a hint from tirathmis.

The wind chime doesn't care what will be in the three altars. Tirathamis didn't say it clearly before, but it's no different from saying it clearly. Fengling itself is also a God. The exile place, a place where Shenshi was exiled, is just like that: one is a closed space, one is a natural disaster, or a place where monsters appear. On the surface, these three altars can clearly mark that they belong to the exile space of natural disasters.

But after the baptism of the first two altars, Fengling has suffered a heavy blow. Whether she can pass the following three altars based on plane power is really a great test.

Wind chime looked at tiratimus on the other side of the altar. Tiratimus seemed to have a heart and nodded to her.

Wind chime also nodded in response to tirathamis, saying that he could hold on, and then resolutely stepped into the fire of the third altar!

I went through fire and water at that moment, just because of your trust.

There were snowflakes floating in the sky, which were made of crystal energy. The flame of the third altar was activated, and the flame affected the plane force. The clouds rolled up in the sky, and the wind suddenly increased. A tornado jumped out of the cloud and pressed down on the third altar. Countless crystal pieces condensed and formed under the force of nature, Carried by the wind like a blade, he tried to cut things in the altar to pieces. Step into the flame of the wind bell body immediately appeared several horizontal seven vertical eight big size small wound. Fengling pressed the wounds with her hand, but found that some wounds were cut out of her hand immediately. Due to physical injury, the purple energy in the body flows out like liquid, which is God's blood. The other end of the flame was only three or five meters in front of her, but it was very difficult for her to move forward. As soon as she raised her foot, her leg was immediately cut out again by the ice mixed with the strong wind. There were three or four wounds one inch and a half feet deep. The violent energy of the plane was affected by the anger of God, and the power was visible.

Feng Ling fell down and moved forward with her hand, but she only moved two steps. Her arm was also scarred. She wanted to influence her own strength to defend, but after a try, she found that those forces could not be used in the fire. Thinking about it, she could also explain that her divine power was originally used to trap the anger of these gods. How could she trap the water when she was in the fire, which was equivalent to throwing a bowl into the water?

Do you want to fall here after all?

The distance in front of him was only two or three meters away from the fire, but it was difficult to reach the sky. Wind bell struggled to climb forward a step, raised face immediately is also three or five wounds.

At this time, there were many voices of prayer coming from all directions. The wind chime was stunned. It was a mortal prayer that she was familiar with. Originally, as a God, she would respond to the prayers of these mortals to satisfy their little wishes. But now she is trapped in the fire, how can she respond to them?

The wind chime has only a bitter smile.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened. The wind chime lay down on the ground and carefully distinguished. These prayers had little actual content, but they were similar to the established classics. They were like some kind of eulogizing words. The magic thing was that these prayers were like organized and regular singing in unison. No matter the syllables or the arrangement of heavy and light tones, they all conformed to a certain rhythm, Take a closer look, this kind of rhythm actually echoes with the revolving rhythm of the wind!

When I was young, I couldn't even drag the crystal blocks the size of my fingers, and those crystal blocks fell to the ground with a crackle. As a result, the cutting force of the crystal blocks brought by the wind was so small that it could be ignored, and the action became spontaneous immediately. While the next prayer interfered with the wind, the wind chime gathered all his strength and half rolled out of the fire of the third altar.

The voice of prayer did not stop, but changed the rhythm.

In the fire of the fourth altar, there are thunder and lightning all over the sky, and the sound of prayer still works. Those thunder and lightning are disturbed, either on the ground or in the air. In a daze, few of them are split on the wind chime, and even one of them is split on one end of the fire and comes out from the other end. The wind chime takes advantage of this, Hobbling from the flame in the past, after all, is God, drilling holes natural faster than mortal reaction on so a bit.

As for the fifth altar, the voice of prayer was replaced by a long song. The power of the plane obviously needs to deal with all the songs in the world urgently. But the song is so unified that it seems to occupy too much spirit of the plane power. The power of cutting everything contained in the light is twisted into a twist, These sounds are similar to the way that the wind chime controls the power of Xinghe. It interferes with the energy, and there are many zigzag holes in the middle of the flame. The wind chime lowers down and quickly climbs from one end of the flame to the other with all her strength.

"As long as the exiled land can survive, God can only sigh for the object of his punishment, because the complete degree of the will of those exiled places that can survive is beyond the scope of the divine power. The sixth altar is the fire of sigh. " So said tirathmis.

The fire of sighing can't help even the stronger mortals, let alone being the wind chime of God.

As she staggered out of the fire of the sixth altar, tirathamis said with a smile, "you are free."

The wind chime knelt down in silence to tirartemis, and even had no time to deal with countless wounds on his body. He was full of fatigue and said, "great tirartemis, I, wind chime, will follow you from now on, and I am willing to be your servant!"

Tirathamis nodded, looked indifferent, and pointed behind the wind chime: "these will be your relics in this world."

Fengling covered her wounds and turned around. Four statues bathed in divine fire have been created on the four altars behind her, which are the mirror images of her most painful moment left in the world.

Freedom is not easy to come by!