Chapter 269

The saint's mouth twitched, and he became more frightened.

He is just relying on the power of the silent God, forcibly transformed into life and death from the curved angle of life and death, and can observe a certain future.

And the body structure is extremely unstable, and it will collapse in a short time, so the saints speak well, but in fact, they are only disposable items, so the selected people must be fanatical believers.

But any believer, as long as they see that picture, will collapse, because that is the most cruel thing for believers.

So at this moment, the saints really seriously considered Negri's proposal to change God.

His look is heavy. If he still keeps alive, he will feel dyspnea under great psychological pressure.

At first, he awakened the panic of the blood of sin, then he had to join the silent Church in order to save his life. He used the means of silent church to restrain the blood of sin and seize its power.

In the end, he really believed that the blood of sin was noble blood, and the silent church was God's church, which would bring them happiness and hope.

"I'm sorry, my Lord." The saint's body burns with blue flame, and his body quickly disappears. He wants to inform the silent church that this is a trap and a conspiracy. To continue with the plan, the silent church will only be involved in the destruction.

No matter what kind of existence God is, whether he will die or not, the silent church has saved his existence. There are many people suffering from the blood of sin, so he has to save the silent Church in any case.

Negri took up the teacup, sighed, and then picked up the book, turning the gear slightly.

Negri appreciates capable people and is willing to give them a chance, but once he has determined his position, he will not give up.

The structure of the saint's body collapses rapidly, and the blue flame burns wildly. He wants to return to the reality, and he wants to change the fate that has been determined.

Just in that moment, his body collapsed, crushed by the force of the curved surface, and became a tiny dust of the world.

Negri sat in the tree hole, and the invisible bacteria kept flowing on the bookshelf. They returned the knowledge records on the books to Negri's body.

In this world, Negri dares to claim that he knows the most about mysticism. Among his souls, there are various magic books, about 103000 volumes.

Every magic book, Negri has carefully studied, whether it is strong or weak, when it can become magic, he has a reason in it.

What Negri studied was not the magic recorded in it, but the Tao and principle contained in it.

As long as Negri has mastered the Tao and principle, similar magic rituals can be easily picked up by Negri.

For example, in the case of curved surface angle, the silent church has passed on for such a long time, and the achievements achieved by knights are not great. However, Negri only contacted another angle three years ago, and soon found the existence of surface angle.

It is because of this that the gear program has developed so fast.

"I'll take your insistence." Negri finished the tea in one breath, and felt the sweetness after a little bitterness. Just like the wild fruit, it had too many useless emotions, stupid and stupid, bound by those ridiculous feelings, but it was the persistence that made him delicious.

It's just like the rotten fruit outside.

Pano looked at the burning scene around him, and gave out a sad smile. He bent his body, but his fighting power was not strong. After all, he was old, and his body should have died long ago. Up to now, he is only relying on the magic of the transformation of the moon tree shoots.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I am wrong!" Peno's shriveled body was almost cut off, and the final magic was ignited, and his dry body began to burn magic fire.

If the city did not sink to the ground and was completely destroyed in that war, it might be the best ending.

"I was wrong!" Pano fell to the ground, weak but sincere cry, his body's flame by him spread to other places, he used all his strength, hands into the soil.

It was his greed that pushed everything to the present situation. He could not be forgiven because no one could forgive him.

The flame on his thin body is gradually extinguished. Now he has no qualification to continue to burn, and he can not feel the existence of tender buds. Whether he burns himself or not, this moment is the end of his life.

The flame began to spread, his body in the flame stirred by the hot wind turned into smoke, thousands of years of scruples is the biggest torment to him.

The high priest did not take care of the evil, or even the surrounding areas that spread far away. In his opinion, as long as the calling ceremony was not affected, it was not worth mentioning.

"Go ahead, there it is, and the seat of God is there!" The high priest held the staff, and his thin knuckles turned white and blue. His eyes almost jumped out of his eyes. Many disabled silent believers quickly opened up a passage to the top of the mother tree.Opening the wooden door, they saw cromie standing in the middle with his eyes closed, and a sprout stood out on his forehead.

Looking at cromie's beautiful body, the high priest trembled all over his body and kept murmuring: "sure enough, the curse has been lifted. This body, such a perfect body, is what we should be like!"

"Prepare to awaken my Lord, and now that everything is just right, we shall be bathed in the glory of God's grace." The high priest was too excited to be excited, so he ordered everyone to start to decorate.

Although the mother tree withered and died, its texture was still very good. It was the best material for making the staff. There was no problem in making the altar.

It is almost the best time and place to have the seedlings of the moon tree, a body with the blood to wake up to the extreme, and being on the mother tree, one of the biggest magic materials.

There was no hesitation. The calling ceremony started soon. A large number of sapphires were placed in fixed positions, and a large-scale ceremony was soon put out.

After all, the God of silence is in the sky above the ruins, which is not far away. As long as there are no big mistakes and omissions in the ritual array, there won't be many problems.

Noah took the array diagram and directed some people to perfect the same track array. Cromie frowned and seemed to be encountering something bad, but at least now, he didn't wake up so soon.

At the angle of silence, the blue light ball floating in the air flickers slightly. The spirit God named "quiet messenger" has been killed by the seven gods. Here is only the residue of his existence in a special space.

Because of this special angle, it is difficult to be completely eradicated. If there is no accident, he should have been sleeping, but today he was touched by some breath.

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