Matriarch is Pretty and Cool Chapter 1264: A word is born and a word is dead, the remaining spirit consciousness of the gods

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A word of power is like a thousand catties!

Fang Yuanxin shuddered uncontrollably with invisible pressure, kneeling on the ground with soft legs, sweat soaked his patched Tang suit.

Fang Yuanxin looked at the girl in white on the altar with shock in his chest.

What a mighty power of words!

It is said that the powerful master of Yanling can live with a word and die with a word.

Life and death are controlled by shallow words!

It's no wonder that Heaven does not allow her to exist, and Bai Chuwei's existence is simply against the sky.

Bai Chuwei's soft and jade-like fingers stroked the altar, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

In the time of the ancient gods, sacrifice was a very important and serious matter. There were nine altars alone!

The meeting of the Upper Shrine can be lazy and not convened, but the sacrificial ceremonies are absolutely necessary.

She was accepted as a righteous sister by Bai Zong back then, not only verbally, but through a solemn sacrificial ceremony to inform the heavens and the world!

She still remembers that the sacrificial ritual at that time was presided over by the fox ancestor as a priest. She was dressed in a white linen skirt and smiled at Bai and asked if his righteous sister wanted to rob him of his priesthood.

But later, the altar became the battlefield of the battle of the ancient gods!

Seeing Bai Chuwei's hand touching the ancient altar, Fang Yuan's eyes jumped with excitement.

How could Heaven allow such an existence against the sky?

Wind, come.

The fierce cold air rushed from all sides of this huge altar. It was the surviving spirit consciousness from the ancient times, which has been surviving on this battlefield for thousands of years!

Thousands of years have passed, and these remaining gods and soul consciousness can also instantly drop a Tier 1 villain on the villain island!

Fang Yuanxin hurried to the ground and let his body stick to the ground. He could clearly feel the spirit consciousness flying by no more than ten centimeters above his back, rushing towards Bai Chuwei, cold sweat like heavy rain Generally mad.

Fang Yuanxin's whole person is about to collapse, as if he had just escaped from a tiger's mouth.

These are the divine and soul consciousness remaining on the ancient battlefield. If he hadn't known the danger in advance, he would have died on the ground.

I didn't hear the screams I imagined, Fang Yuanxin's heart was shocked, his body still clinging to the ground, he carefully raised his head, and looked towards the high platform ten meters away--

Breathe, freeze on the spot!

Countless surviving spirit consciousnesses from ancient times floated beside Bai Chuwei, just like small blisters on the bottom of the sea.

Fang Yuanxin: "???"

Damn? Didn't attack Bai Chuwei?

There have been some villains on the villain’s island before. They strayed into this altar and were seconded on the spot. Later, the head of Hualing Prison sent someone to drag the corpse to use it as fertilizer!

Nima, this group of spirit consciousness was as fierce as a tiger before, how come they are now as good as a pet cat in front of Bai Chuwei?

Bai Chuwei stood on the high platform, and gently touched one of the small blisters with a white jade-like finger, and the blisters appeared in a short picture:

"The God of Creation has a new righteous sister. Let me talk about the God of Guangming, what should I give on the day of the sacrifice?"

Bai Chuwei's thoughts shook as she saw it, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

The two people in this picture are under her brother Gouyi.

Presumably, in these blisters, there are still some divine and soul consciousnesses of the gods in those days!

Bai Chuwei's water eyes shone brightly, and there was light in her eyes.

Brother Gouyi disappeared between the heavens and the earth for thousands of years, without even the ashes left behind. Will his consciousness remain in these hundreds of spirit consciousness blisters?