"I think so," Haierxi nodded when he remembered his sister's terrible level.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Herxi," the Dragon Knight of the Pillar of Stars finally reacted, "I understand, you did it on purpose!"

"Zukur, so did you notice it?"

"I……"

"So I'm the same as you, and I didn't notice it." Haierxi replied without changing his face.

...

The moment Zuliana and Alindor attacked the female bishop Selina, the forest actually fell into a state of static.

Fang Zhu saw a slender, female hand stretching out from her side, and took away the Hailin crown from her hand as if she was lightly noted.

Then, in the second hand, he gently held the crown and carried three rings, one of which seemed to be woven from dead wood, and the thorns on it symbolized the shadows and death of the forest.

The skin of the owner of the hand is bronze, slightly purple, with strange patterns painted on it, like those descendants walking through the forest that never sees the sun all day long.

The woman walked up with the crown, gently lifted the crown, put it on the leopard's head, looked at him with purple eyes, and spoke:

"We meet again, the children chosen for the forest, the elected people of the Goddess."

again?

But Fang Zhu had never seen him.

But for some reason, he recognized the other party's identity - Heimwall's moon elf, and judging from her outfit, he had guessed his status.

The withered maid, the winter traveler in which all things are withered, symbolizes the other side of the forest, the crown of the great saint in the temple of the shadow in the forest.

But is there really another great saint in the Temple of Shadow?

He was actually not familiar with another elves in Heimwall. In fact, there were not many people who really knew this oath-keeping clan looking at the entire giant tree hill.

The moon elves almost never leave the place they guarded and rarely appear in front of outsiders. There are always legends about them in the forest, but very few people actually see them.

His only understanding of this tribe was probably the hurried side of Saint Huán, probably because Ms. Aimeya descended the miracle, and the moon elves respected him very much at that time.

He even thought about whether the great saint brought Mr. Reed to the elf court at this moment because of his one-time meeting at that time.

Is she here to confirm her identity?

He had actually asked Dalier before, but Miss Muppet had never heard of him. Of course, it might be that her identity was not enough to reach the saint's crown prince.

The Big Cat Man said before that he would have the chance to meet this Great Saint.

But Fang Yu didn't expect that there would be such an opportunity.

And the Great Saint's Crown seems to be a little too strong.

As soon as the opponent made a move, he directly dispersed the power of the dark saints who were floating here, and also used a special law to stop time in the forest.

That power made Fang Yu think of the Hailin Crown on his head more than once.

The blessings imposed by Ms. Roman and Ms. Aimeya seemed to be based on the power of the same origin, freezing time at a certain point in the long river of destiny.

At such a moment.

The Elf Saint was looking in that direction. Under her eyes, the female bishop Selina was in the middle of the attack between Miya, Alindor and Zuliana, and time seemed to be frozen at that moment.

The three dragon knights, along with a waiter of the Dark Saints, maintained their own different postures until the Great Saint stretched out his finger forward and pointed it lightly in that direction.

A ripples arose from her fingertips.

At that moment, many illusions seemed to appear in front of Fang Zhu's eyes. He was like seeing the withering and flourishing of the forest, all things growing, all things flourishing, and then withering and withering.

It was like winter was coming, walking in the woodland, with thorns and shrubs withered ashes, and when the first fallen leaves hang down, the timing of the forest seemed to finally return to normal.

It restores color from gray and white, and time seems to have started to flow again.

Alindor, Zulianna's sword edge was slowly moving forward, and the girl, who was like a wolf-like figure in the stop-motion animation, was about to pass by the two of them. She held the dagger in her hand and shot at the female bishop like a sharp arrow.

Only Selina seemed very confused, as if a great power had intercepted her time in a while, leaving her still in the phantom of life and death.

Therefore, she could only look blankly at the blow she should have avoided - the dagger in Miya's hand, and inserted it into her chest.

The sword seemed to drag her back from another timeline, and could not avoid the blow that should have passed her by.

Selina's eyes widened.

Fang Zhu's eyes widened as well.

That is definitely not a power that mortals can control, but some extraordinary power.

Although Serena is by no means the incarnation of the Dark Saints, she is at least her peddler in the world, and the power of darkness she exerts cannot be false at all.

That kind of power can even suppress the realm of the law.

But the other level of power exerted by the Great Saint directly overshadowed the other party, and Fang Zhu recognized the origin of that power-

It is both life and death.

It is both withering and withering.

Selina was making a sharp and painful sound, and the black flames burned out from her body, swallowing it up in an instant, turning into a piece of black smoke, and a black shadow merged into the ground.

Fang Yu immediately turned around and looked at the great saint beside him. No, it might be better to say that what he saw was actually another face of the other party.

"Is this the power of...apoptosis?"

The Great Saint looked at him gently and nodded gently.

"Are you apoptotic lady?"

But the Great Saint shook her head, "Ms. is not here, nor anywhere on the hill of the giant tree. I am just exercising her remaining power, and this is only once."

She looked at the crown above Fang Ling's head, "This is thanks to your power of Cang Zhihui, otherwise I would not be able to call out the power of apoptosis from the holy realm."

Fang Yu pondered for a moment, as if he realized something:

"So the lady with apoptosis has not died, right?"

But this time.

The other party shook his head.
Chapter completed!