She Is Not a Witch Chapter 83: Black Phoenix
After analyzing the remaining information, Lorraine Hill slowly woke up from the immersion, and at this time the ceremony of praying to heaven was also at the end.
She can perceive the special gods that exist in the north. Their existence is somewhat similar to that of angels, but they are not exactly like them. It feels like there is a bit of artificial AI shadow. It seems that the end of the God Winged Sun has also recovered a little glory As for the technology of the times, at least Filar at the same time was still troubled by the intelligence of the World Tree, wasting a lot of energy and time.
Dongfang's dragon veins are slightly heavy in perception, as if they were deliberately suppressed by something. This should be the method of "Kunlun Yuting", and Lorraine Hill doesn't care. The magic power of the man, and let it flow into the main vein again, the surging magic power washed away all the way, even those from the east who deliberately suppressed it could not resist, these people still underestimated Wu Fengshi's methods.
At the same time, in the distant Eastern Continents, hot fiery red streamer haze erupted from one place to another, knocking down many suppressed buildings, objects, or witches.
Amid the exclamation and running, the local dragon veins became unimpeded again, and the mana and magic power of each state were sucked into the dragon veins like being sucked by a long whale, and then entered the huge circulation of the dragon veins.
Outside Beifu Mountain.
The area was originally in the harsh winter, the biting cold wind sweeping the world gradually weakened, the hard hail and ice **** in the air gradually turned into soft snowflakes and fell, the whistling sound disappeared for a while, and the world became quiet again.
The men, women and children of different races living at the foot of the Leeward Mountain carefully got out of the thick felt tents, looked at the wind that was gradually subsiding outside, and the white snow that was slowly falling, with surprised and joyful smiles on their faces, and stretched out their hands Catching the falling white catkins, even the cold snowflakes, made their palms feel a little warm.
"Snow Wolf God, thank you for your kindness and mercy, making this winter no longer cold." They kowtowed and prayed continuously in the soft snowflakes.
And such a scene also happened in various parts of the northern cold and barren land. These alien races outside the Great Wall do not believe in the five phoenixes, but they also have their own objects of worship. Now that the temperature is gradually warming up, everyone is full of gratitude, praying to the gods of all parties in memory.
Inside Zhuzhou of Water.
"Old man, there is no more food at home..." In the dilapidated house, two old people sat empty at home, the breath in their voices was extremely weak.
"It's okay...cough...I'll go out and look for it." The skinny, dry palm lightly squeezed the person next to him, and the old man walked slowly towards the door with a cane on his back.
After opening the door, he seemed to be in a daze for a while before opening his mouth.
"Old woman...cough cough... am I dazzled? It seems that some grass has grown in the field and some flowers have bloomed." There was a trill in the words, and the breathing was a little short.
"Have you also experienced hallucinations? Yesterday I dreamed that the fairy brought us food again." The old woman in the house pursed her lips and came to the door with heavy steps.
"This..." She rubbed her eyes, seemingly unbelievable.
"It really seems to be blooming, hey, there is also the sound of water, do you hear it, old man, it is the sound of water." She said, walking quickly outside the house, towards the high ground at the head of the village, Where can I overlook the dry creek below.
"Slow down, you almost hit me." The old man followed behind, limped to the side of his lover, and then stared blankly at the rippling river below, where the clear mountain spring water washed Pale white cobblestone, with small bubbles popping out from time to time.
"Water, water is coming, ah, hahaha, haha." He laughed and shed tears, then sat on the ground, wiping away tears, the warm liquid moistened the dry skin on his face The gaps, withered and yellow cheeks are full of reflections, and the reflection of the world in front of you is moldy.
Min Zezhou, Lei Xiaze.
The black palace was built in the land surrounded by swamps. The descendants of the God of Thunder who were all in black beat the drums in front of them. Every time the drumsticks made of the bones of the thunder-swallowing beasts were struck, they emitted a burst of thunder. These electric lights seeped into the ground and stimulated the local dragon veins. Although the effect was limited, it was better than nothing.
On the high platform, dressed in black
Xie Zhuyan in Feng Huafu holds a black lotus flower stone lamp and murmurs an ancient sacrificial rite in her mouth, constantly arousing the dragon veins of Lei Qizhou.
Below, hundreds of witches prayed, and they also chanted in unison, casting spells to assist Xie Zhuyan on the high platform, and one of the special witches was also standing among these priestesses, her eyes were shining with a faint purple Guanghua, and the imprint on Xie Zhuyan's forehead echo each other.
"Although I can't reach the level of the former five phoenixes, I can still do it just by changing the dragon veins of Qilei Qizhou." Yin Miaoxin (Ningyou) said that to Xie Zhuyan that day.
"I hope you can become the phoenix of the country of Xin and make it stronger."
"I was picked up by Sister Mianji when I was very young, and I grew up beside her most of the time, so I wanted to inherit her will, so I did a lot of wrong things before, and was blamed by Sister Suqin .”
"Compared with me, your heart is more suitable to be the ruler of the country, so I am willing to support you, and even share some of your power and even your life with you."
"I only hope that this land of poisonous swamps will return to the land of clear lakes and rivers."
Recalling what Yin Miaoxin said in her ear a few days ago, Xie Zhuyan continued the ceremony, and the emotions in her heart were also fluctuating. Over Yin Miaoxin's words, occasionally flashed through childhood scenes.
In fact, when she was very young, she also had a good time. At that time, her father was an official in the court, and her family was happy, and she was also hugged by her father. She met many dignitaries and visited many places. , But this kind of time is not too long. When she just turned 7 years old, everything was over, so that now, many of her memories have become blurred.
Father's death was related to the struggle in the court, and the one who ruined his father in the end was his once good friend, a student of the same age, and a colleague, whom he called uncle.
She did a lot of things for revenge, many of which she didn't want to recall ~IndoMTL.com~ In the end, she only vaguely remembered the night that uncle killed for herself.
It was raining heavily in Lei Xiaze, wearing a coir raincoat and holding an ordinary rusty knife, she stopped in front of the sedan chair.
Finally, the rain cleared, and the other party slowly fell into the blood, and her revenge was over, but there was not much joy in her heart.
There are many things that cannot be studied too deeply. When she was investigating the truth of the past, she also learned a lot about her father's unknown side, which made her feel very disappointed and disgusted. up.
I don’t want to, because of the lack of money for medical treatment and rehabilitation, I participated in a general election and competition, which changed the trajectory of my future life.
What a wonderful fate, my father was beheaded here at Lei Xiaze, his best friend also died here, and today I went up to this high platform to pray for the local people.
"Phoenix, Phoenix, if there is a Phoenix in the world, what kind of answer would you tell me?"
In the cold rain, this woman dressed in a black dress slowly danced. Her appearance was not gorgeous, and there was no tenderness in her eyes, only a bit empty and sentimental.