Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 561 A story (2)

Regardless of the crazy struggle of Zhuo’s brother, Ning Luo played chess with the black robe and smiled and said: “A long time ago, there was a true god, from nine days above, falling between the dust, looking at a barren land, in my heart Giving mercy, using her power, spread in every corner of the world, let the poor world see a trace of hope and dawn."

Zhuo’s brother looked pale. He didn’t know what Ning Luo was saying, and he didn’t want to listen to his madness and madness. He just wanted to break free and leave here.

Of course...

Ning Luo's claws, like a strong iron cage, are difficult to move.

At this moment, the story of Ningluo has not stopped: "With the arrival of the true God, the poor people of those times will provide it, build the temple, and regard it as a faith. From then on, in this world, the power of faith has been born. But... as time goes by, the true God can give it to them, but it is getting less and less..."

Having said that, Ningluo’s inside is a cold ice, and the speed of speech speeds up in vain: “The world is complaining about the true God, complaining that the true God is no longer pity, complaining about the true God, no longer being selfless... complaining about the true God, not worthy of having a temple... finally Selfishness and greed, bursting in people's hearts, they smashed the temple, ruined their faith, joined hands to kill the true God, cut the body of the true God, and looked ugly, greedily absorbing the last trace of power in the body of God. ......"

Suddenly, the chessboard under the finger of the black robe collapsed and the pieces fell across the floor.

Ning Luo’s complexion is flat and his eyes are indifferent. Look at Zhuo’s brother: “Zhuo brother... You said that the true devotion of the true God, the depletion of the body’s divine power, the benefit of the world, people are not grateful, and the last trace of the gods will be drained. They will divide the body of the true God... can it be cruel, and so, why should the true God love the world, and they will pay a terrible price for their ugly behavior."

"You... this... madman... in the end... in... say... what... let go... I!" Zhuo’s brother was under the tiger’s mouth in Ningluo, feeling that he was about to suffocate.

"What... true God... I don't know... Ning Luo... Here is... Yunzong Zong, you... the best... let me go, leave... I read... you are my... my brother, definitely not Will... say it..."

Seeing Ning Luo has no reaction, Zhuo brothers look a little fear, had to take soft.

"Hey!"

The next second, the bones are broken.

"boom!"

Ning Luo released his hand, Zhuo brother lost his knees on the ground, his neck, has been crushed, no breathing.

Soon, the body of Zhuo’s brother, covered with a layer of ice, was broken and turned into ice, as if there was no such person in the world.

"Mystery, when to open." Ning Luo looked at the black robe.

"Within half a month." A low voice was heard from the black robe.

"I really look forward to it... the arrival of that day." Ning Luo went to the window, standing with his hands on his back, the smile of his mouth, the use never dissipated.

"I am leaving first." The black robe slowly got up, and in this attic, it turned into a black mist and eventually disappeared.

At this moment, there is only a lonely back of Ning Luo.

He looked up slightly and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

Under the moonlight, Ning Luo was in white, standing in front of the window, with a faint smile on his mouth, but from his shackles, it was out of two lines of blood and tears across his eyes.

(End of this chapter)