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The light of the Abyss Peak became more and more brilliant, gradually covering a layer of blood, and at a certain moment, it suddenly spun. [No pop-up novel network]

The twelve priests looked solemn as they chanted ancient incantations.

In the majestic and vast temple, the voices of the twelve priests echoed, the voice was mysterious and ethereal, and with a clear sense of layering, as if it was a spiritual song sprinkled by heaven.

The demon warriors and elders under the altar seemed to have forgotten the danger outside the temple, and fell to their knees reverently, and began to chant words in their mouths.

The power of faith began to converge towards the five-pointed star circle, forming a black blood mist that enveloped the entire dark altar.

The five Abyssal Peaks rotated faster and faster, and the dense colored light formed a huge circle of light, and the blood in the blood groove continued to flow into the center of the aperture, gradually beginning to condense, forming a blood-colored vortex.

A black-clothed priest held a black scepter in both hands, and gently placed the scepter in the center of the circle, only to hear the sound of a whirl, and the circle also spun under the drive of the blood-colored vortex.

This scene was clearly seen by Xiao Qiang, he seemed to have an all-round perspective, and as if he was in it, he was also infected by the mysterious magic sound, and became extremely religious.

As if thinking of something, Xiao Qiang's heart was shocked, and his face began to turn pale.

On the dome of the temple, a black pillar of light suddenly projected down, shining on the rotating magic circle, and the five abyssal peaks trembled at the same time, and suddenly stopped.

In the dark altar that returned to calm, in the center of the carved pattern of the pentagram, a baby suddenly appeared

The baby curled up, lying on its side on the cold stone platform, its body was covered with a faint white light, when the light of the pentagram completely dissipated, the baby's low-hanging eyes gently lifted upward, a pair of dark green pupils, flashed

The twelve priests were nearly in prostration, and the tall old man stepped forward. Holding the baby in both hands, just as he was about to bless it, the temple suddenly shook violently.

rumble

The tall dome of the temple suddenly collapsed, and on the shattered hedrons, cracked paintings hung in the air, flashing in the air. It slammed into the hallway with a bang.

Suddenly, a tall statue of a demon god. A terrifying crack opened

"Protect the Devil Boy"

The high priest handed the child in his hand to a demon elder under the altar, and the twelve priests sat down cross-legged at the same time, chanting incantations, and under the altar, dark energy tumbled, quickly twisting into a spiraling door of light.

The Great Elder held the Demon Boy in his arms, bowed to the statue of the Demon God with the other two Elders, and strode into the Gate of Light.

rumble

A terrifying crack burst out of the Demon God statue again, and a sword light flew out like lightning. Whistling past, slashing at the Dark Altar.

At the same time as the altar exploded, the last temple of the demon clan collapsed.

Xiao Qiang's soul sea set off monstrous waves, as if he was also lifted into the air by the collapse of the temple, and his mind became trance-like.

In a moment's trance, Xiao Qiang returned to the temple in Iceland. Looking at the shadow of the undead in front of him, he looked shocked,

After being silent for a long time, Xiao Qiang mustered up his courage and asked in a deep voice: "Lan Yi is the magic boy"

"She's not" The cold voice of the undead shadow echoed in the hall, making Xiao Qiang's heart also chill, and he looked at the undead shadow a little blankly.

The indifferent voice of the undead shadow sounded: "The demon clan catastrophe cannot be avoided. In order to preserve the last vitality of the demon race, the twelve priests summoned the demon god with the peak of the abyss and concluded the demon child. ”

"Demon Boy, you need to take the blood of five hundred children as blood, the Demon God's scepter as your bones, the blessing of the Demon God as your thoughts, and your faith as your soul. But she. The last soul is missing."

"The Last Soul is Missing"

The undead shadow nodded: "The high priest didn't have time to inject her soul, so, she is not a demon child, she is just a scepter"

Xiao Qiang's eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "You are the stick, your whole family is a stick"

The undead shadow was not angry, but looked at Xiao Qiang sympathetically, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Qiang, her feelings for the world are just simple imitation and learning, just like a reflection, even if she loves you again, it is just illusory, because she has no emotions at all"

Xiao Qiang clenched his fists and was silent, he had thought of countless possibilities, but he never thought that Lan Yi was the Demon God Scepter

He recalled the first time he saw Lan Yi, it was because Xiao Zhuling entered his body, and he saw Lan Yi's sad eyes.

He remembered that night in Trois-Rivières, Lan snuggled in his arms, two lonely souls close together, letting the boat drift around, letting the stars move, and the clouds rolling.

He recalled that in a certain dream, Lan Yi was sitting at the head of his bed, tears flowing, gently caressing the scars on his face, her eyes were green.

He remembered that Lan Yi had said that in the Soul Hall of Gulang Villa, she did not see her soul sea, and she cried in fear for this.

Lan Yi's crying, Lan Yi's laughter, Lan Yi's expression, Lan Yi's innocence and ignorance, one scene after another in the past three years, flowed in Xiao Qiang's mind, he didn't believe it, all this was illusory

Xiao Qiang's eyes moistened, he took a deep breath, looked up at the tall dome of the temple, and let the tears flow back.

For a moment, he looked at the undead shadow with a cold gaze, and asked in a deep voice, "Who else knows this secret?"

"The only people who are alive are you and Shen Jianqiu. ”

"Venerable Jianqiu has always known this," Xiao Qiang said in surprise.

"Yes, I gave the child to her. ”

"You're the Great Elder who escaped"

"Yes, on the day the temple in Flowing Iceland was destroyed, if she stayed, she would only be killed, and the Demon God Scepter would be exposed, and Shen Jianqiu didn't want to make any more waves because of the scepter, so he took her in. ”

In the battle of exorcism, although the vitality of the demons was greatly damaged, they still retained their vitality by virtue of the protection of the Demon Ridge.

If the remaining demons know that the highest scepter has fallen into the hands of the human race, they will inevitably regain the scepter at all costs, and the bloody battle between the human race and the demon race will continue.

No wonder, no wonder Venerable Jianqiu has always let Lan Yi live in seclusion in the Autumn Valley, no wonder the people in the Inquisition will spare no effort to track down Lan Yi.

But the blood of the five hundred babies who made the demon boy came from the sea clan, the human race, and the demon clan, plus the blessing of the demon god, Lan Yi did not have the physique of the demon race, and the only thing that stood out was her beautiful green eyes.

Because of this, the inquisition has never had evidence to prove that Lan Yi is a demon, but this time Lan Yi entered the Ice and Fire Continent, and the blood moon and the celestial phenomena changed at the same time, which aroused Fan Yingyang's vigilance.

Xiao Qiang suddenly thought of something, his heart shook slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "You lured her to come to Iceland to recover the Demon God Scepter, right?" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation