Chapter 235 Blood is thicker than water and remains unchanged

There was silence in the square, but at this moment, the pagoda in the northwest corner of the dungeon welcomed an uninvited guest. The pure white pagoda stands high and dazzling.

The cocoon said that the secret book is in the pagoda, but the place where the secret book is stored is heavily guarded. The first killing array in ancient and modern times is set in this place. If you want to break in, you will die.

His slender fingers played with a black and red ball in his hand. He threw it gently, and the beautiful smile on the corners of his mouth was enchanting and dangerous. It is said that this thing given to him by Amu is infinitely powerful and unique. Now, he is looking forward to the surprise she is about to bring to him.

The bloody figure rises and sinks outside the white pagoda. The tower is hundreds of floors high, but he only shakes on the lower layers, constantly putting down something on the fragile points of the tower, but never takes half a step.

His Amu said that although his skills are very strong now, good people don't fight. How sad she is if she is accidentally injured or something... Well, this is naturally what he means according to her talking about several words.

Anyway, it's all destroyed. What's the difference between destroying a secret book and destroying a pagoda?

So, what about the first killing array in ancient and modern times? He doesn't even go inside to see who it kills.

The black and red balls are placed on several key points of the tower. The white powder is closely linked to them, and there is a lead at the end of the powder.

Wu Cang Juelan looked up at the sun in the sky. After the time was about to go, he took out the flint in his arms and gently rubbed a spark and shook it lightly on the lead.

"It's time." The high priest withdrew his sight from the hourglass and reminded him gloomyly.

"Yes, here it is..." The cocoon's voice was thin, and the crystal-like eyes suddenly burst into a smile. The crystal flowers are light and soft.

And such a holy and beautiful smile made the high priest inexplicably feel a coolness behind his spine. After a thrill, his heart suddenly jumped up quickly. No, he always felt that there was something wrong.

A loud and earth-shaking sound shocked everyone and proved the idea of the high priest.

In the northwest, the explosion sounded continuously, and the pagoda that had stood in the dungeon for thousands of years collapsed in the explosion, and the white tower turned into gray dust. In an instant, the northwest was dim.

The highest belief representing the temple has been annihilated. The good thoughts, evil desires, expectations and despair that have been deposited for thousands of years are all silent, dust and dust.

"God, our God Tower, God Tower..." After reacting, people rushed there like crazy, full of madness and obsession.

"The tower of God is destroyed, God is gone..." The high priest's gray eyes stared at the other side and muttered to himself, "The motto left by the first god, the tower is in God, the tower is dead, the god is destroyed, and the omnipotent God will also be destroyed. Is God punishing us? What on earth did we do wrong?

The turbid tears slipped from his withered face, and the high priest knelt down and looked at the dust in the sky.

"You're wrong, I don't know if it's right or wrong." The cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and the high priest's heart was cold. Before he could react from the blow, a cold dagger touched his skinny neck.

"You, you are..." He suddenly remembered that he had heard this voice in a trance, under the occasional conversation between its owner and the Holy Son. The owner of this voice is the woman who should have been locked on the cross to sacrifice to heaven.

"I am." The red sandalwood replied faintly.

The high priest was short of breath. He suddenly thought of something and couldn't wait to look at the highest faith of their temple. What he saw was still a person who was no different from usual, but in those crystal-like eyes, there was a kind of relief and a hidden pleasure. He guessed unbelievable: "All this, you, you..."

The cocoon withdrew the sight of the tower and quietly looked at the high priest. He suddenly smiled and laughed softly. The laughter was scattered far away in the sun, but even the laughter was quiet and gentle.

After laughing, he seemed to have never laughed. He just stared into the eyes of the high priest and whispered, "A decade ago, there was a pair of twins. The little one was forcibly taken away by a group of so-called gods because of his ridiculous fate. From then on, there was no self and hope. He was shaped into the highest faith of the god clan, while the big one became a god destroyer. High Priest, you must know this story that you must have personally participated in the incident of that year, right?

Doubt and surprise flashed in the high priest's eyes, but he did not regret at all. "How did you know this?" He didn't understand. He was just a baby back then.

The cocoon didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled gently. He reached out and wiped his forehead. A flower suddenly appeared on the originally bright white skin - the fog flower. The ice-blue flowers were half clear and half blurred, quietly blooming in his eyebrows.

The red sandalwood looked at the fog flower, and the unspeakable feeling in his heart rolled up. His inexplicable pity and love for him found a vent at this moment and surged crazily. How is it possible that Li Huang gave birth to thirteen daughters but no son? She finally understood what the meaning of the younger brother, brother, she has a younger brother, her closest brother, it turned out to be here, right in front of her.

"Brother..." The mist in her quiet eyes was hazy, and her feet walked towards him spontaneously. She stretched out her hands, hugged the thin and soft teenager tightly, and muttered, "Brother, my brother..."

The cocoon smiled gently. It was no longer a smile that did not eat the world's fireworks, but a warm and friendly smile. He slowly closed his arms and whispered, "Yes, my sister, Mu Xi..."

After more than ten years of separation, they have been absent for more than ten years in each other's lives, but at this moment of hugging each other, they seem to have been together since birth and have never been separated. Blood is thicker than water and remains unchanged.

Indulging in family affection, no one saw that the high priest who was kneeling on the ground had got up, and the knife in his hand was aimed at the two, with gloomy eyes.

Wu Cang Juelan came from the other side, still shocked by the huge destructive power brought by the little ball just now. He couldn't wait to ask her what was going on. At first glance, he came to the square. From afar, he looked over there. At a glance, he changed color, and a tearful shout ran through the whole venue: "Amu, be careful--"

"Go to hell!" The hand is as fast as electricity, and the sharp dagger pierces the back of the red sandalwood.

Two sounds sounded almost at the same time. Before the red sandalwood could react, the whole body was suddenly held and rotated by the cocoon. Her head was tightly pressed on the teenager's thin chest. Suddenly, something scratched her mind, and she cut her heart hard, and her heart was instantly tightened.

The blood stained the cocoon's white clothes bloomed like a lotus in the chest.

The high priest's fierce eyes became more and more domineering, and the dagger in his hand was pulled out. He looked at the man under the white and stabbed him again. "Go to hell!"

"You deserve to die!" The evil and violent sound shook the earth, like a bloody sword cutting through the sky, passing directly through the chest, and the bloody fog opened, bringing a piece of flesh and blood.

Stepping on the altar, Wucang's Juelan's eyes beat with red light and shot fiercely on the body of the high priest. Raise a foot and kick the person away directly. Looking back, the altar is dirty, really dirty!

"Give him back the ferry pill, Amu." Wu Cang Juelan held the cocoon's body and quickly reminded the red sandalwood.

Red sandalwood came to his senses, quickly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a pill and fed it to the cocoon's mouth.

"Quick, and this, this, this..." He kept taking out a few bottles from his arms, and the red sandalwood firmly stopped and quickly fed them to the cocoon's mouth. She didn't believe it. At the beginning, Wu Cang Juelan could get it back from such a serious injury in the dark prison. She would not be able to save her brother.

The internal force in Wu Cang Juelan's hand is constantly transmitted into the cocoon's body, which stimulates the development of medicine.

After feeding, the red sandalwood calmly observed around and said, "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Let's go quickly."

Wu Cang Juelan nodded, picked up the cocoon and galloped back and forth. The God Tower is the fulcrum of thousands of years of faith in the temple. Now this point has collapsed, and people haven't reacted for a while. But when they react, they will be found out even if they hide underground, but it's better to take this opportunity to leave first.