Fast and slow through the ever-changing life

Chapter 514 Phantom God Flower Moon (44)

The petrified phantom gods watch those phantom masters they look down on pass by them every day, and watch them occasionally worship their own stone statues, and their power flows into the world little by little.

Until one day when all the phantom power in their bodies is exhausted, they are completely petrified, and there is no possibility of reincarnation.

Eternal life can only become a stone statue without any thought life.

These illusory gods want to pursue eternal life, and the planet will give them eternal life, but this eternal life is too different from what they want.

A woman who is so indifferent to life can't escape punishment after all.

The petrification on Leng Qing's face was much larger, and even a small area of ​​petrification appeared on his arms.

If this continues, Lengqing will completely turn into a stone statue in a few years.

At this moment, the cold feeling finally panicked.

She hasn't fulfilled her wish yet, so she doesn't want to be petrified.

Stepping out of the sea of ​​red flowers coldly, she can't sit still, she needs more life energy.

Since the Illusion Temple's scandals came out one after another, many illusionists wanted to leave the Illusion Temple. The current Illusion Temple would not bring them any glory, but would affect their reputation and even their lives.

Many illusory masters packed up their belongings and prepared to escape from the Illusory Temple, and find an uninhabited place to live for a few years before coming out, so that this turmoil will pass and they will be safe.

It's a pity that just as they were about to step out of the Illusory Temple, they couldn't step out with that foot.

It seems that there is an invisible wall that keeps them all in captivity.

"Where do you want to go?" Looking coldly at an elder of the Illusory Temple who was attacking the formation of the Illusory Temple, his voice was as piercing as the cold wind in winter.

He looked coldly at the magicians who wanted to escape from the Illusion Temple, without giving them any chance to explain.

There is no need to listen to their explanation, they are just some useful chess pieces.

Leng Qing stepped forward with her right foot, and the ground of the Fantasy Temple cracked, and red flowers grew out of the soil one after another, instantly turning the square outside the Fantasy Temple into a red fire.

Lengqing raised the corners of her lips like a ghost and opened her mouth for the last inhalation, strands of life essence were absorbed into Lengqing's inner body through the red flowers.

The coldness in the petrified face was contained and did not expand.

The 23 magicians turned into a pile of ashes under the horrified eyes of everyone.

The essence of their life was extracted into their own bodies by the coldness.

Leng Qing regards all the illusionists in the Hall of Illusion as life support, and she doesn't care about the abuse those illusionists have given her. Leng Qing has already gotten used to listening to them for so many years.

As the longest hall master in the Illusory Temple, Lengqing has bloodbathed the members of the Illusory Temple three times, and anyone who is disobedient has turned into a pile of dust.

The rise and fall of the Illusory Temple has nothing to do with indifference, and she doesn't care about the rise and fall of the Illusory Temple at all.

Leng Qing only cares about herself, only wants...

what do you want?Lengqing was stunned for a moment, she seemed to be unable to remember.

An alliance to crusade against the Illusory Temple was formed, and Lu Huayue and the three were placed as the leaders of the alliance.

They want to destroy the Illusion Temple, but they are afraid of being cold-hearted.

But these three people are different. Their hatred with the Phantom Temple cannot be resolved, and there will always be a battle.

These people thought that it would be best for both the Lu family and the Illusory Temple to suffer losses, so that their forces could benefit from it.

The Lu family has ruled the Huayu Continent for too long, so it's better to disappear.

Lu Huayue did not give in to take the position of leader of the alliance against the Illusory Temple, and Lu Huayue also understood what these people were up to.

Their ulterior motives will come to naught under absolute strength.

All the sub-temples of the Illusory God on the Huayu Continent have turned against the Illusory God Temple and joined the crusade alliance to condemn the coldness.

When the Crusade Alliance reached the main hall square of the Illusory Temple, what they saw was a sea of ​​red flowers.

There are countless bones hidden under the sea of ​​red flowers. During the journey of the crusade army, they have not seen a single living thing thousands of miles away from the Illusory Temple.

Lu Huayue strolled in the air and saw that the sky above the Illusory Temple in the distance was shrouded in red clouds, and a powerful resentment was confronting a wave of life.

I'm afraid there is only one living person left in the Illusion Temple, Lengqing. How many people have to die for the sky above the Illusion Temple to be isolated from such great resentment.

If these people stepped into the Illusory Temple rashly like this, they would be attacked by those grievances.

Lu Huayue was right. The first group entered the Illusory Temple without any formations. As soon as they stepped into the sea of ​​red flowers, they were attacked by the black air emerging from the sea of ​​flowers.

Those black air turned into hideous shadows, as if they wanted to tear the magicians who invaded the Illusory Temple to pieces.

It would be better to turn into a shadow like them.

The white bones hidden under the flowers flew into the air, slowly forming bone beasts or human skeletons, and charged towards the magicians who were entangled in black energy with their weapons.

The Phantom Temple, which used to be righteous and mighty, has now been turned into a hell by coldness.

Sitting coldly and gracefully on the chair of the master of the Illusory Temple, he looked coldly at the image reflected in the phantom crystal mirror in front of him.

The petrified face on Lengqing's face has now returned to youth, and the skin has become smooth and elastic again.

But there is a time limit for this, as long as that time passes, the petrification of Leng Qing's face and arms will only get worse.

Lengqing killed all the magicians in the hall of illusion, and threw their bones into the sea of ​​red flowers as nourishment.

The souls of these dead illusion masters could not leave the illusion temple. In the end, their resentment grew stronger and stronger, and they lost their motivation to attack all living creatures that could be attacked.

The reason why the Illusion Temple is deserted for thousands of miles is because of the souls of illusion masters who are controlled by coldness. They resent everything and are afraid of the coldness that is like the devil.

The resentment in their hearts was imposed on the living creatures nearby, and when they killed those creatures, they found that all this was to provide nourishment for the coldness, and the resentment in their hearts grew even bigger.

Only keep killing and killing.

"Help!"

The sea of ​​red flowers is full of illusionists fleeing for their lives. They found that they couldn't escape from the sea of ​​red flowers at all, and they couldn't escape the attacks of those terrible black shadows.

Those ferocious black shadows and skeletons are "quacking" laughing, wanting to keep them in this sea of ​​red flowers forever.

"It's not enough, I need more." Lengqing sat on the chair of the palace master, greedily absorbing the fresh life essence pouring in from outside the palace.

The second batch of ten thousand illusion masters who rushed to the outside of the Illusory God Temple were scared back by the scene in front of them.

When has Huayue Continent seen such a battle? At least it has not seen such a terrible scene in tens of thousands of years.

It was too late for the Ten Thousand Illusionists to turn back. They did not notice that red thin lines appeared on the black ground and slowly crawled from the ground to their feet.

They were firmly attached to the ground, pulled closer to the Illusory Temple by the red vines that suddenly flew over in the red flower sea of ​​the Illusory Temple, and turned into the second batch of nourishment.

Cold and intoxicated, enjoying the essence of life, she could feel the soaring power in her body.

Not enough, but more.

(End of this chapter)