Chapter 1250

The "demon shadow" hanging overhead suddenly disappeared, which is already an amazing event.

But if you know that the reason for the disappearance of the shadow of the demon God is that someone killed the true spirit of the demon God with a blow, it is even more unimaginable.

Moreover, the incredible degree of this matter can not be measured by Sanders' strength. It's like summer insects don't know winter cold, people can't body divinity. It's totally two different levels!

Sanders had guessed before that the man might be strong, but he still felt unreal when he was so strong.

But the fact was in front of him, and he had to believe it.

If we say that killing olucia and the separation of demons and gods will only poke a hole in the sky. Then, the true spirit of the demon God falls, that is the complete change of heaven!

Sanders now understood that when the bird cage was broken and the devil forced mankind into an extremely cramped circle of war and occupied an absolute advantage, why did Lord gallar let them leave?

Because the true spirit fell... The sky changed.

Sanders recalled that after leaving rasudland, the atmosphere of the abyss did change significantly, and according to all the people who stayed on the empty space Island, they always felt that someone was spying from time to time. At that time, they thought it was an illusion. Now, it is estimated that those great powers are looking for all the tracks before the fall of the flameless Lord!

Sanders was shocked for most of the day.

If Angel hadn't been calling his name, Sanders would still be in a daze.

But even if Sanders recovered, the shock in his eyes still didn't disappear. He looked at angel and said something to his throat several times, but each time he choked back.

He really didn't know how to evaluate it. Whether it was the corpse of the demon God, the true spirit of the demon God, or the person in the nightmare world, he couldn't talk about it.

Finally, Sanders just sighed deeply: "that's all for today. I need to think deeply."

Sanders finished, and without waiting for angel's reaction, he gently brushed his hand and temporarily closed the gravity garden. In addition to Bobota, both Sanders himself and angel appeared in the outside room.

"You go to rest, everything... Wait until tomorrow."

For sanders, there are too many shocks today, one after another.

Every wave has a terrorist force enough to submerge the southern region, and the waves pushed out by the tide tend to be higher and higher!

With his endurance, he also needs to ease up.

Take advantage of the relaxation period to sort out these "heavy" news from angel tonight. At least, first clarify the subsequent waves of the demon God and its impact on the barbaric caves, the frost moon and even the southern region.

Angel thought, the most important thing has been finished, and the two corpses have been displayed. What remains to be said is the projection of blood and the ancient cold ruins.

Sanders should have guessed the projection of blood from the surge in his physical strength; As for what happened in Waddell and later in the Han ancient ruins, it's not a big deal. It's no difference to say it sooner or later.

Thinking of this, angel nodded to Sanders and turned away.

Sanders looked at angel's far away back, and his ears were the footsteps of leather boots from the marble corridor. As the footsteps faded, he lowered his head, took out a paper and pen and began to record his records.

After angel left, he returned to his room, but he didn't know that he happened to be staggered with zislade, who came to him to exchange alchemy experience.

Zislade left depressed, while angel lay in bed and gradually fell asleep.

He wanted to go to the wilderness of dreams, but when he returned to his room, he couldn't get up. Finally, he returned to the southern regions, and his tense mood in the abyss was completely relaxed, followed by weakness and fatigue. Whether it was meditation or logging into the wilderness of dreams, angel couldn't care. As soon as he touched the soft silk quilt, he began to be confused and soon entered the black sweet dream.

When Angel woke up, it was still dark.

He didn't wake up naturally, but was awakened by some rustle outside.

With a cleaning technique, angel walked out of the room. He first went to Sanders' room, but there was a young magic Falcon with a golden beak and black feather blood squatting at Sanders' door. When he saw angel, the magic Falcon compared an "X" with its wings.

Angel knew the little magic Falcon and was Sanders' alchemical pet. Its action obviously refused Angel's entry.

I guess Sanders hasn't finished yet.

Angel nodded to the Falcon and turned away. When he came to the trident of the corridor, angel was going to go back to his room, but there was a rustle on the corridor leading to the lobby, which was the sound that woke angel from his dream.

Angel looked back, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the other side of the corridor.

The footsteps were slow and had a feeling of dusk.

With the footsteps getting closer and closer, angel saw a white haired old woman at the other end of the corridor. She walked slowly with a basket. Because of the angle, angel could only see a small distance. Soon, the old woman staggered out of angel's sight. But looking at the direction of walking, it seems to be towards the exit.

The old woman, with wrinkles on her face, looks very ordinary.

There is no energy response on him. He should be a mortal.

But somehow, when Angel looked at her, he always felt familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere? But I searched my memory carefully, but I had no impression of her at all.

Is it an illusion?

Looking at the direction of grandma, it seems that she is walking from the hall of the antique shop to the exit. Is this grandma a guest of zislade?

Angel originally wanted to find out about zislade, but he felt that he was just familiar, and he was obviously a mortal and should have no intersection with himself.

With this in mind, angel didn't take it to heart and went straight back to the room.

The first thing to go back to the room is naturally to build a "model of the door", followed by meditation. After these two daily things are done, it is past noon.

At this time, a long sound came from the window, but Sanders' alchemical pet flew over and brought the news that Sanders let him pass.

Seeing Sanders again, angel was about to say hello. He felt faint in front of him, and he appeared in the gravity garden.

"It seems that you had a good rest last night?"

This is the first sentence Angel heard when he came to the gravity garden.

Sanders's expression was calm and seemed to be just a very ordinary daily question.

"It's OK. I haven't had a rest for a long time. My tutor looks much more energetic than yesterday." Angel is telling the truth. Sanders is much calmer today than yesterday.

However, Sanders felt a choking in his heart. He was in a dazed state all night last night and racked his brains thinking about how to deal with the follow-up aftermath. As a result, angel took a comfortable rest for one night and stabbed him instead.

This boy, I really... Want to beat him up.

Sanders held back his inner impulse and didn't continue the ink, but directly entered the topic: "continue yesterday's topic, what happened after the demon God's true spirit was killed? Where did the true spirit go? And what happened to his follow-up?"

Angel sorted out the words and briefly said the follow-up of the true spiritual power.

Sanders listened to angel's narration, and a picture slowly appeared in front of him.

Although Angel did not use any descriptive language to modify it, plain words alone were enough to make people imagine the magnificent scene at that time.

True spirit tree, light and fire. The shadow of the trees has become empty, covering the whole continent. When you look at it from the void, you can only see the shadow of the trees! What a magnificent and magnificent scene!

While Sanders was still thinking about this magnificent picture, angel paused and began to talk about "he".

"He left, but left me something before he disappeared."

"Projection blood?"

Angel did not answer in words, but looked up at Sanders. With a breeze blowing, the golden forehead hair covering the right eye was gently blown up.

Revealed is a blue right eye.

The color is deep, just like the blue lake water shining under the clear sky in summer.

However, this right eye seems to be a little different? While Sanders frowned and thought, he saw a strange change in angel's right eye.

Angel's right eye suddenly gushed out a strange fluid, which combined into a mask full of strange lines at a very fast speed.

This mask covers half of angel's right face.

The mask has a black bottom with strange lines. The strangest thing is the position of the right eye, which seems to be smiling into squinting eyes. But the strong color matching and contrast make people can't feel the smile, but have a dark and strange sense of absurdity.

"The projection blood fused with the right eye?" Sanders asked.

Angel nodded. He omitted the painful process of merging blood vessels, but explained the result.

"If you activate your right eye with magic, this mask will appear, but I don't know what special role this mask has."

"It should be the talent ability and specific effect produced by blood fusion... It seems that it can affect mental power at present." Sanders just glanced at the absurd facial pattern, which made his mental strength rise and fall slightly.

"In addition, if you use the power of nightmare to activate your right eye, another form will be generated." Angela paused: "but another form needs to consume a lot of nightmares. My current reserves may not last long."

As he spoke, angel took back the mask of his right eye and began to activate his right eye with the power of nightmare.

Sanders was still waiting for angel's action, but suddenly he found a trace of cunning in angel's eyes?