Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Climb up the last stairs that are dyed red.

Su Ling finally reached the top of the tower, and a high-altitude hurricane blew head-on.

In the hurricane, she saw the majestic and sacred hall like a temple, the huge square in front of her, and the girl who had been waiting in front of the square for a long time.

The long golden hair fluttered in the air like a burning flame.

Holding the obsidian sword, she stared at the girl who came from afar.

In the sky above her head, a huge scorching sun that doesn't belong here is burning vigorously—with the emerald ring carved with countless patterns as the carrier, the projection of the fourth sun Charcius Trique Here, tyranny burned, covering the entire square.

At this moment, she is not wearing armor, and she does not have the youthful and modern sense of the past.

Clothed in sacred robes, with a crown inlaid with gems, blood-colored emblems and totems are drawn on the bare face and arms.

This is the shadow of the Emerald Dress on the ground, the agent of the Fourth Sun, the High Priest of Chalchutriqui.

Soraya Weishaupt is here.

Fully armed, waiting for their enemies.

"Are you ready to beat me?"

She raised her eyes and stared at the girl whose half body was stained red with blood.

"No."

Su Ling sighed, lowered her head, and looked at the cracks on her chest and arms, as well as the symmetrical scars that hadn't healed.

It was already unimaginable for her in the past to climb all the way to this point after fighting countless majors and even brigadiers in the elite of San Jose.

But now she is no longer in her prime.

Called the end of the crossbow.

Faced with the inheritor of the precious blood, the future leader, Weishaupz, who is fully armed to the teeth and occupies a good location, is really not sure.

Even if he is a general-level fairy fox for the time being, the skills and experience of the other party are far superior to his own, not to mention the unknown number of holy relics on his body.

Even the emerald sun disc above the head that covers the entire square can understand how terrifying the hidden power is just by sensing the tyrannical source quality and divine power emerging from it every moment.

"Actually, I'm running out of strength. Although my physical strength can barely support me, less than one-third of my mana remains..."

Regarding her situation frankly, Su Ling solemnly pleaded: "So can you please make it easier for me here, and let me go?"

Weishaupt looked at her expressionlessly.

He was not offended by such shameless words, or those opponents who already knew themselves had never had the self-awareness as fighters.

"Sorry, work is work."

Holding the obsidian sword in her palm, she responded indifferently: "What's more, apart from work, there are also personal grievances."

"...I really have no way to refute this."

Su Ling smiled bitterly: "Believe me, I also suffered from it, in all kinds of meanings."

"Is this regret?"

"Extremely regretful."

Su Ling nodded sincerely

"Do you need me to ask my sister to apologize to you when I go back?"

She smiled and looked at the woman in front of her

"I will definitely let that guy kneel down and reflect on your Excellency, and I think we will have a lot of common topics."

"very attractive answer"

Weishaupt nods

It's just that the obsidian sword in his hand twisted a subtle arc on the ground, sparks shot out with the friction between iron and stone, and the sharp stone teeth were already aimed at Su Ling's throat.

ready.

"If you go back now, for the sake of being victims, I can still let you go."

Apologizing won't help.

Even if that scumbag kneels here and is willing to sacrifice her body to God for atonement, it won't change Weishaupt's determination.

So, stop talking nonsense.

She doesn't want to listen anymore.

"Heh, you're so heartless, little girl, did you close your heart just because you were hurt by a scumbag?"

In the dead silence, a helpless sigh sounded, and a man whose clothes were soaked in blood came up from the steps, and as his eyes opened and closed, a palpitating light flashed across the pair of dark red hexagram pupils.

"As God's representative on earth, should you be indifferent to the wailing of so many people?"

"The Emerald Dress is not a benevolent god, don't get me wrong."

Weishaupz sneered: "In the fourth era, once the people on the earth began to waver in front of hell, the sun would go out. Chalchutrikui turned into a flood and drowned all the people in the world... and his existence Also known as the Flood Era.

The wind of impermanence never favors the world, let alone hell? "

She said indifferently, "God will not have mercy on this place."

Wei Suoz raised the obsidian sword coldly, and told him word by word: "So, the demon master, or this fairy fox, please stop talking nonsense - if you want to pass here, it is very simple, the only way is One, that is killing me.

Or, let me kill you all the same... I will send you to Hades myself. "

"it is good."

The last softness in Sha Wuji's eyes slowly dissipated, and gradually became solemn, the corners of his mouth raised slightly

"Then, it will be as you wish, Weishaupt, Soraya Weishaupz."

Under Su Ling's disbelieving gaze, he raised the black sword in his hand, but the blade quickly collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

Go forward, take the first step

Meet each other's cold eyes.

"Wei Suoz, you are indeed serious about my opponent if I am at my full strength, but even if I beat you, I'm afraid I don't have the strength left.

I also want to retain this power to do more important things. "

Once again calmly move forward, take a step

Walking into the light of the sun, walking towards the girl blocking the road step by step with bare hands

"Next I'll go through here, but I won't fight you"

The demon leader looked into her eyes and told her seriously: "If you think what I have done is meaningless, then kill me here, I will not resist!"

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Chapter 550 Four Choices

First step, second step, then third step...

Following the opponent's footsteps into the frenzy of killing intent, allowing the premonition of death to engulf him, Su Ling calmly stared at Weishaupt, accepting this anger and hatred calmly.

forward.

step by step...

Nothing faltered.

"You really don't repent, you Chinese brains."

In the silence, Weishaupt's eyes became colder and colder: "It's so stupid to rely on the pity of others."

"Sorry, in order to ensure the quality of sleep, I have no choice."

Sha Wuji moved forward calmly:

"how about you?"

"Now, there is an opportunity in front of you. You can choose to save them, make your ears clean, or let them fall into the abyss...to build your heaven on the basis of wailing and hell."

"You don't think the same as I do, Demon Cult leader, whether it's you or Huaxia..."

For a moment, Weishaupt seemed to be shaken.

But soon, those eyes became as hard as iron, and there was no weakness or wavering, only a piece of coldness remained.

"But this is hell...how can mercy be found here?"

She murmured softly, uttering her last sympathy: "There is no cure here...You all have to recognize the reality!"

At that moment, the obsidian sword shook violently and roared.

The emerald spirit rises from it, and along with Weishaupt's spiritual energy, flows in the secret ritual, and the endless mist rises towards the emerald sun above the sky!

"The wind of ever-changing, please bring down disasters!"

Weishaoz raised his head and announced to the world in front of him: "The brilliance of the world is over here, and the eternal darkness is born from the night—"

As a result, the endless flames seemed to be endowed with substance, hanging down from the sun wheel, and gathered together with countless threads, entangled on the pitch-black blade!

The ancient blade was instantly burned red.

In Weishaupt's hands, there was a sneer.

The premonition of death eroded Su Ling's heart like never before, making her soul tremble, and she felt the divine power moving above the sky.

It was, without a doubt, a remnant from the gods.

The reflection of the miracle on the ground.

When the tyrannical flames dissipate, the sun disc above the sky reveals a solemn mirror made of emerald.The mirror surface is eternally dark, as if reflecting the end and future of this world.

But in that darkness, a solemn outline emerges.

A huge and withered skeleton sat in the sun, dead and desolate, and the emerald dress was dim, as if it had already died along with the old world.

There is a condensed ray of blue, just like the last gleam of light at the end of dusk.

falling from the fingers at His knees.

The blood light fell on the cracked blade, making the obsidian sword glow with mourning, shaking violently, and overwhelmed.

Showing endless tyranny and cruelty—

"Accept the end."

Weishaupt said goodbye in anger: "This is the last afterglow you can see!"

At that moment, the obsidian sword fell.

To Su Ling who was close at hand, and the man in front of her.

Heaven and earth are dark.

The emerald sun shattered suddenly, and the infinite power rested on this sword, causing everything to be drowned in death.

——Miracle, the fourth cause of the end!

This is a reenactment of the end of the fourth era. Chalchutriqui, the mother of the moon god Tekuchiztekatel, extinguished herself, and put the afterimage of the era's destruction on this sword, turning it into a sword. For the twilight that completely destroys everything.

This is the last mercy He has left to the world.

The last rays of the sun before the endless darkness comes!

And it was at that moment that Weishaupt's pupils reflected the man who walked forward alone, stood in front of the fairy fox at the last moment, and calmly ushered in death.

And... the dark tide that followed behind him!

incredible.

It was the phantom of the past that followed the redemption, and it was also the complete remnant of the redemption that once ushered in.

Countless figures gathered in one place, like a long march, with no end in sight and no boundaries.It seems to cover the sky and the earth, forming a huge scale that engulfs the entire world.

From different places, different species, and even different eras, those souls who yearn for redemption follow the lonely back.

When he moved forward alone, he did not know that millions of people followed him.

In the fleeting afterglow, those faces that were either unfamiliar or familiar appeared in front of Weishaupt's eyes, which made her widen her eyes unbelievably.