Chapter 946： God descends (57)

An indescribable huge force spread from her body to her limbs, and the familiar atmosphere belonged to the darkness. This feeling of being full of power made her feel happy.

But Fu Yue frowned almost invisibly.

Half?

Only half done.

...Forget it, half is enough, the power of her original body is too terrifying, if she rashly uses too much, she is afraid it will cause the small world to collapse.

Fu Yue opened her arms suddenly, the expression on her face also changed, and the aura of her whole body gradually changed. The idleness and laziness in the past gradually turned into a quiet murderous intent, but in the blink of an eye, her hand was caught in the air. She held the huge black sickle firmly in her hand.

The black sickle is like a crescent moon, the blade is extremely sharp, and irregular blue ripples are rippling on it from time to time. Obviously, this is a slight expression of uncontrollable violence.

The black-haired girl held the scythe in her hand with one hand, and she was behind her. She stared at the three dragons not far away, her eyes gradually cold.

It was a kind of indifference to look at the dead.

"Naughty animal, you are looking for death."

...

Hand up the knife and drop.

The blood blossoms bloomed on the lake, and the heads of three dragons fell into the lake, and the screams that followed symbolized death.

On the lake sparkling in the moonlight, icy blue and bright red are intertwined, and behind the black-haired girl, it seems that there are blooming flowers on the other side.

Fu Yue hooked her lips slightly.

Her eyes darkened, and for a moment, her white eyes were completely occupied by black, it was a little weird, and the energy fluctuations all over her body were extremely violent.

At that moment.

Fu Yue's mind was filled with noisy and chaotic sounds, as well as various tragic pictures.

The sound of swords and screams.

The **** slaughter of fire,

There was another low moan like a demon's seduction.

"You are the most noble **** of the nine heavens, why are you willing to be suppressed by the law of heaven for thousands of years? The hypocritical gods in the heavens are not worthy of your guardianship!"

The tree of life is falling. The broken-wing angel is falling.

The snow-white Gopher flowers fall, and the dark red flowers bloom.

The gates of **** opened.

There is a vow of weeping blood--

"You should rise above the clouds,

You are the supreme one,

Fall,

With the darkness,

The darkness never betrays! "

"We wish to follow Fu Yue forever--"

"Follow Fu Yue forever--"

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the black-haired girl's face was pale, and the black vortex in the depths of her eyes was weird and coquettish. The uncontrollable energy riots all over her body were faintly flashing dark blue.

She gradually clenched her fingers holding the black sickle, and her finger joints burst out.

It can be seen that she is enduring great pain.

"Croya, wake up—"

"Cloa..."

A low-magnetic, nice male voice rang in her ears.

Fu Yue closed her eyes tightly, and she tilted her head slightly, her expression blank.

Who is calling her?

Cloya? ...No, she is not called Cloya.

She is, Fu Yue.

Five fingers clenched the long-handled sickle in her hand, the girl opened her eyes, her eyelashes curled up like a fan, her thin red lips pulled out a cruel arc, and she turned to look at the person in front of her.

Raise the arm.

The blood-stained blade pointed at Hoddle in front of him, and under the moonlight, a flash of light flashed by.

"Step aside."

The girl's voice was cold.

Hoddle looked at her with complex expressions, he slowly curled his lips, his eyebrows opened up with a soft smile, and he whispered, "Croya, put the knife down, calm down."