The throne of God is waiting for me

Across countless worlds, he felt a connection with his soul, a breath from the same source, as if the two were each other's closest half. This also reminded him of the original reincarnation technique.

So, Xiao Wang moved forward in that direction, walking alone in this vast sea of ​​​​the universe.

This long time is difficult to record. Unconsciously, even he himself did not know what level he had reached now. He only knew that he had never met an opponent along the way.

And just now, the breath that was closely connected to him suddenly became vague, as if the distance between the two was once again pulled away. At the same time, he suddenly felt the presence of another thing in his mind.

Xiao Wang raised his hand and gently stroked his palm in the void. A tiny space gap was split by him. In the strong space storm, a white shadow spontaneously flew out of the space gap and fell into Xiao Wang's hands obediently.

It was a half-face mask as thin as a cicada's wing, carved from the finest white jade, and covered with a layer of law light that was imperceptible to the naked eye. There was not a single pattern on the mask. It looked plain and simple.

It was it...

The feeling of being connected with the mind became more and more obvious. Xiao Wang picked up the blank mask without any pattern and gently covered his face.

Buzz...

It was like a special signal amplifier suddenly turned on. Invisible special waves spread out, and another special wave was received by the mask.

In an instant, an extremely subtle feeling spread in Xiao Wang's mind. In the vague perception, he seemed to perceive another imprisoned figure far away from countless worlds. A weak connection was established between the two minds.

Xiao Wang's mind moved, and the calm eyes under the mask set off a raging wave.

My half body -

"... found it."

He spit out these three words, and the whole person fell silent again.

A huge amount of memory swept through his mind like a flood that broke through the dam.

When Xiao Wang raised his head again, his eyes had regained their calmness. And he also decoded a small piece of memory hidden in the mask according to some methods that he only knew in his memory. That was the message left to him by the other half of his soul.

It turned out that although Xiao Wang's other half of his soul did not realize the trap that fate had set for more than 2,000 years early, it also considered the situation if something unexpected happened to him.

After all, with the improvement of his strength, he has come into contact with the top level of the entire void universe. Whether it is the gear of fate or the void sequence one, it will not be as simple as it seems.

In order to be on the safe side, the other half of his soul mixed the technology of the psionic colonization and refined such a special mask for himself. In the end, he even deliberately threw it into the gap in the void to avoid the detection of those top beings.

And the only ability of this mask is to hide, and it is connected to one's own mind.

The power of the mind is the most mysterious power in the world. Now Xiao Wang's two halves of the soul have reconnected through this mask that is connected to his mind.

"It seems that the other half of the soul really had an accident..."

Xiao Wang lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

With the strength of his other half of the soul, he could use the gate of time and space to escape even if he encountered danger, but now the situation he sensed seemed to be sealed up.

And the existence that has this strength and will attack him... a name suddenly jumped into Xiao Wang's mind.

"... Is it fate?"

It must be said that the opponent's move is really vicious.

If the other half of the soul is directly killed, Xiao Wang's half of the soul will also be seriously injured instantly because of the connection with the origin of the soul. But as long as time passes, the injury will slowly recover until it is completely healed. It will not leave an indelible impact on him.

But the opponent just sealed the other half of the soul and held it in his hand, which caused Xiao Wang to never be able to recover to the most complete state. With an incomplete soul, the eternal transcendence he pursued is simply a daydream.

Being able to make such a move, Tianming's fear of Xiao Wang is simply beyond words.

... Should he say it's an honor? Tianming's behavior is really quite respectful to himself in a sense.

You know, when he fled with the system at the beginning, Tianming did not put on such an attitude of facing a great enemy. And Xiao Wang took advantage of the other party's arrogance in the early stage to grow up quietly.

After a little self-mockery in his heart, Xiao Wang's heart surged for a moment and then returned to calm.

——At this point, no matter anger, resentment or hatred, all these emotions are useless. The only way is to continuously enhance one's own strength and then take back the other half of the soul.

By the way, everything that Tianming fears becomes a reality.

A little bit of light condensed at Xiao Wang's fingertips, turning into a series of magical and special runes shining in the void.

This is the summoning method of the other plane that Xiao Wang obtained from the other party after killing a void evil god not long ago.

These void evil gods who feed on the world core are most keen to spread the summoning method to each small world. When ignorant people summon them, they can feast on the world core and completely devour it. The small world is thus destroyed.

After Xiao Wang made some minor changes, he added his own Dao rhyme to it, condensing it into a series of illusory Dao signs, shining like stars in the void.

He waved his robe sleeves lightly, and these countless star-like beacons exploded like fireworks. He deliberately avoided the world ruled by the gears of destiny, and the brilliance like meteors in the sky swayed towards the wandering worlds in the cosmic sea, quietly Silently, it penetrated the membrane of the world and entered thousands of worlds.

From then on, anyone who sacrifices everything and uses these signs as summons can reach a contract with Xiao Wan, calling for a ray of his consciousness to come and realize the other person's wish. Xiao Wang can also take the opportunity to seize the power of time and space and analyze different world laws.

The universe sea is vast and boundless, and the figure of the man in white shuttles endlessly in it.

In the distance, the Eternal City was like a giant ship sailing in the ocean, shuttling through endless worlds and coming slowly in compliance with his wishes.

Xiao Wang stepped into it.

As time passed by, each beacon was activated, thousands of laws of the avenue were integrated into one by him, and the aura on his body became more and more mysterious. Sometimes it is as high and vast as the sun and the moon; sometimes it is thick and deep as the ocean; sometimes it is bright and vast, like gods and saints; sometimes it is deep and obscure, so evil and dark.

Various auras changed alternately on his body, and finally gradually merged into one, turning into an indescribable brilliance. It is transcended from the mundane world and is not stained by smoke and dust. At this time, he was a god, a demon, and an immortal, but he was no longer a human being.

One after another, the road signs spread out like meteors all over the sky. The Eternal City carries Xiao Wan forward slowly, just like the sun traveling through the sea of ​​stars.

Chapter 117 The God Usurper 1

"Burn him to death! Burn to death this evil god's minion!"

"Holy Saint, please purify this evil soul completely!"

"Thank you to my God for your blessing! The Holy Lady personally completely destroyed the Temple of the Dark God, and even the Holy Son of the Dark Temple was captured. From now on, the glory of our Lord will be spread throughout the entire Terran Continent!"

In a wide square, a wooden cross stood tall, and tied to the cross was a boy who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

He has black hair and black eyes, a handsome face, and seems to have some ultimate dark power condensed in him. The emaciated body was hidden in a large black robe. The robe was in tatters, and many wounds from whips were faintly exposed.

But such a tragic situation failed to arouse anyone's sympathy. People gathered around the square cheered loudly and said in an extremely excited manner: "Burn him to death!"

Amidst the malicious curses, the cheers of spectators, and the low-pitched prayers of the devout believers of the God of Light just to purify them, the young man remained indifferent. The face shrouded under the black robe was pale and cold, and his lips were pursed. Dead tight. He stared down at the ground, seemingly indifferent to everything going on around him.

Behind him, the gorgeous and solemn church stands tall, with a semicircular dome inlaid with silver crosses. ▂思▂Rabbit▂网▂

On the high steps in front of the church, a group of priests from the Temple of Light stood solemnly, wearing robes as white as snow. Surrounded by church knights wearing silver sacred armor.

Surrounded by these people in the center were two important figures from the Temple of Light, a man and a woman, an old man and a young man. On the left is the white-haired but majestic Pope, and standing a step behind on the right side of the Pope is the Saint of the Temple of Light.

In the eyes of countless people, the saint took a step forward and revealed her beauty that transcended the extremes of the mortal world, as if she was favored by the gods.

Her long golden curly hair was as bright as the sun, her eyes were bluer than the sky and the sea, clear and gentle, and with only a faint smile on her lips, everyone seemed to be bathed in the warm light of spring.

The hustle and bustle in the square didn't know when it would stop.

The morning sun shone like gold powder, covering this girl who seemed not to belong to the world with a layer of golden gauze. Her clear and gentle eyes looked at the cross in the center of the square, especially the silent boy tied to the cross.

The saint held up the silver cross hanging on her chest, which was inlaid with the holy emblem belonging to the God of Light. Her voice was gentle and compassionate, and her gaze towards the young man was like a sea that could accommodate everything.

"Misguided lamb, before purifying you, please allow me to ask on behalf of the Supreme Lord: Do you have a heart to repent? Sincere repentance can prevent your soul from degenerating and allow your sins to be washed away. .” Her voice was as gentle as the breeze, “This is the mission given to me by the Supreme Lord.”

Hearing this, the young man on the stake seemed to finally react. He raised his head and suddenly laughed like crazy.

After laughing, the young man's face returned to calm.

"Hey! The Supreme Lord? Hey!"

The young man's hoarse voice sounded like resentment and curses from hell. His cold eyes met the Saint, but he seemed to see something behind her through the Saint.

"I betrayed my beloved with my own hands, and sent believers who trusted me wholeheartedly to the stake, just to please a woman... Hey! Lumonas, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not repent in front of this woman! I curse Your kingdom will fall from the sky, and your soul will be burned by the fire of purgatory forever!"

Hearing him directly call the name of Lumonas, the God of Light, the Saint immediately frowned, her eyes towards the young man gradually became cold, and her tone was cold: "You are stubborn! You dare to blaspheme our Lord with words, sinner, your soul will be forever." Fall into purgatory! Let the Holy Light purify you completely!"

She held the silver cross on her chest with one hand, and pointed condescendingly at the boy with the other hand. As soon as he finished speaking, a white beam of light suddenly fell down, and blazing white flames burned blazingly on the young man's body.

Whether it was the priests and knights standing in front of the church, or the believers surrounding the square, they all looked solemnly at the center of the square at this moment and began to pray in low voices.

call--

On the stake, the incomparably holy flame of light burned on the young man's body, colliding fiercely with the dark elements in his body, causing his soul to howl in agony.

The two energies of darkness and light restrain each other. When one energy becomes more intense, the other energy will be suppressed. The Holy Flame of Light was created based on this principle and was specifically used to target dark forces. At this time, the former Holy Son of the Dark Temple fell into endless pain under the scorching flames of light.

His maniacal laughter never ceased.

When no one noticed, the young man in the flames raised his head, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his dark eyes filled with resentment. It was a strange rune, a beacon from a mysterious existence.

The sign lit up in his eyes like stars, and the expression on the young man's face became extremely solemn. Amid the blazing white flames, he recited in a low voice:

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