Chapter 37 Invisible Wings

In addition to the huge stars running numbly, the pale sky has been walking the trajectory that may have rules or may be messy for thousands of years, and they can't see any living people. But Su Yong's eyes, which looked at the sky angrily, seemed to see a trace of self-deprecation from the white eyebrows of the Creator.

It took a long time to hear a low but majestic question from the sky: "Who are you?"

Su Yong's heart beat wildly, but he judged in an instant that the Creator did not know his own reason, so he clenched his teeth and answered loudly, "Doesn't the all-knowing God of creation know who I am?"

The Creator was stunned. After a moment of meditation, he said, "Yes, I remember that you fought side by side with those people in Xuecang Mountain. I haven't asked about the world for many years. You are the first ancient martial artist with courage and blood that I have seen this time.

He also saw the last bloody battle between the white sword god Changsheng and the blood crow leader Tian Ge and others, and at this moment, he couldn't help sighing.

"So what?" Su Yong's hand holding the purple clothes trembled slightly, but the words he spit out were full of irony: "For everyone on the continent, the god of creation is as high as the stars in the sky; but for you, we are just an ant on the ground, or even a little dust, even a stronger ant, a little harder How many differences are there in the dust?"

"No," the Creator objected, "There is a big difference. Even in the lingling and ice continent, no one may be able to resist me..."

Before the voice of the Creator God fell, another soft voice suddenly came from the ethereal heaven and earth: "Suddenly, you still have self-knowledge."

This voice is very strange, just like a ghost in the dark night singing. It is obviously a soft and weak voice like a girl, but it has an indescribable demagogy, which makes people unconsciously fall into... Where do they fall into? Fall into a false dream.

Everyone on the court was stunned again, including Su Yong. The huge and prosperous Molo City seems to have become a dead city at this moment. Countless people stared at the sky with their tongues, thinking about how there will be people who dare to fight against the Creator God.

"I didn't expect you to come out." The Creator seemed to be stunned, but soon laughed: "It's really a good time."

"It's really a good time, otherwise I really don't know where to find our great creator." The soft and thin voice said quietly, "It's a good time for me to come out, and it's even better for our great Creator to come out."

Su Yong suddenly remembered the tree of life he met in the lost heights, and the inexplicable dream he had made. The invisible man who claimed to resist the Creator God, the secluded voice was very similar to this soft voice, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

As if to prove his idea, the soft and thin voice suddenly sounded in Su Yong's ear: "You're right."

"Is that you?" Su Yong was stunned.

"Do you know why there are so many soul fighters in the Lost Heights?" The voice hummed leisurely in his ear, like a gentle breeze, which made him chill: "Those are all dead peerless masters, most of whom are ancient martial artists."

"Why are there so many fake immortals? There are thousands of them, and there are only a few real immortals left on the Ningyun Binglan Continent? Why are there so many failed promotions? Have you ever thought about it?

"Is it...is it because of the Creator?" Su Yong didn't say anything, but the shock on his face revealed his thoughts.

"That's right," the voice that only he could hear was satisfied with his speculation: "Do you think the Creator will make people threaten you? Other than that, the hidden immortality and the wind inflammation of the country now, if it is about to break through, it will definitely not escape his obstruction.

"So...what about you?" Su Yong lowered his head and leaned down. Even the purple clothes didn't know why he was suddenly distracted.

The voice smiled softly, and the voice kept echoing in his mind: "Remember what I taught you. Finally, thank you for bringing me out of the lost heights.

"Did I bring you out? Why can't I see you?"

"Yes, how can a tree come out by itself? How can a broken soul be seen?" Youyou's voice was infinitely sad at this moment: "Thanks to you for eating that fruit, you brought me out."

It turns out that the martial artist has cultivated to a certain level. Because of the strength of spirit and soul, they can be placed on a certain object, just like the swordsmith possessed by Su Yong's blood knife at the beginning, and countless fake fairy soul fighters who tried to restore their bodies in the lost highlands. Then there is this strange invisible man who lives in the dark.

"However, you will see me soon." The voice said leisurely.

Su Yong had a bad feeling. Sure enough, at this time, the light of the stars on his head suddenly weakened, and the boundless darkness fell like night, covering the whole sky in an instant. A desolate song echoed in the boundless darkness, like an elf singing the sound of nature.

This song has no musical instrument accompaniment, but it is desolate and sourly floating in the space, which makes people can't bear to listen to it.

Not to mention Moro City, almost everyone in the whole magic wolf continent, even those coming blood crows, and countless beasts and raptors, one by one desperately covered their ears with their hands, wings and feet, and fell to the ground and kept rolling. It's like the song is a whip, beating hard on their ears and hearts. They shouted crazily. Some people bit their tongues, some people broke their teeth, and some people hit their heads on the ground crazily.

Su Yongfei quickly tore down a few pieces of clothes, stuffed his ears with purple clothes, and hid behind the only light on the field, the burning bronze tripod.

Strangely, Su Yong did not feel the suffering of those ancient martial artists and pointed ears around, and the purple clothes did not feel that way. The two held hands and stared nervously at the boundless darkness on their heads.

"It's still this ability." The disdainful voice of the Creator sounded, and then there was an extremely sharp explosion. The boundless darkness was torn in half by a pair of giant hands, as if the canopy had a huge zipper. The starlight projected again, emitting a mysterious cold light on every building in Moro City.

Su Yong and Ziyi, who hid behind the bronze tripod, finally saw the Creator God.

He is nearly a hundred feet tall, just like an ancient god of war who steps out of the dark, wearing gorgeous thorny gold armor, but he has no weapons in his hand. Although it was just a silhouette, everyone felt his eyes - it was a more violent light than the flame, which made everyone's body warm in an instant as if it were hot and rotten.

This light should make people full of confidence and strength, but Su Yong didn't know that he suddenly couldn't breathe, and his chest seemed to be pressed on a boulder.

The Creator came out of the darkness, looked back and opened his arms to the sky exposed behind him, standing under the stars like an emperor. The boundless darkness quickly retreated and dispersed on both sides of his huge body.

The Creator suddenly let out a fierce shout, and the starlight on his head became brighter. In an instant, it became hot and hot, and the color became dazzling blue and white that could not be looked directly at.

The temperature of the surrounding air rose sharply, and everyone felt as if the body was wrapped in hot water, and the pores of the whole body expanded fiercely.

Su Yong looked at the sky tremblingly. The dazzling light seemed to completely burn his eyes in an instant, but he could clearly see the light that was not available in the world. The god of creation was full of bright flames. They waved wildly behind the sky, and every blow was enough to break the sky, the sky. Because of them, it cracked and burned.

The darkness has receded to the edge of the sky, and there is no way to go.

The light all over the sky sprinkled down like a waterfall, like the heavy rain of punishment. Every drop of light fell on Su Yong, burning his body to turn him into a fire. The pressure is getting lower and lower, and the earth seems to be melting.

Where is the elf of the night? What about the master of darkness? Su Yong looked at the sky in a hurry and only saw the shining pace of the god of creation, which seemed to be a sacred and inviolable brand, emitting the most blazing white light on the lava-like sky.

He suddenly saw that there seemed to be two wings burning in the only trace of darkness in the sky, and then fell from the air. The feathers turned into boundless fluttering leaves, like the shape of the tree of life, and then were blown away by the wind.

"No, we don't need such light." Su Yong stared at the black snow scattered in the sky and suddenly roared with all his strength.

"Drive away the darkness and bring warmth. I am the Lord of the world!" The creator god cast his cold eyes: "You stubborn ancient martial artist, why do you believe in the temptation of darkness?"

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