The First Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Four Chapters 1 Word Life and 1 Word Death, the Remaining Soul Consciousness of the Gods

The power of a word is like the weight of a thousand catties!

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

His chest was full of astonishment, Fang Yuanxin looked at the girl in white on the altar in astonishment.

What a mighty power of words!

Legend has it that the powerful Master of Word Spirit can live in one word and die in one word.

Life and death are controlled in shallow words!

No wonder the way of heaven does not allow her to exist, Bai Chuwei's existence is simply against the sky.

Bai Chuwei's fingers that were as tender as jade green onions stroked the altar, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

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

It is possible to be lazy and not hold a meeting of the upper temple, but sacrificial ceremonies are absolutely indispensable.

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

She still remembered that the sacrificial ceremony at that time was presided over by the ancestor of the fox clan as a priest. Seeing that she was wearing a white linen skirt, she smiled at Bai Zong and asked if his righteous sister was going to rob him of his priesthood.

However, 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 new eyes jumped with excitement.

How could the Dao of Heaven allow such a heaven-defying existence?

wind, come.

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

After thousands of years, these residual consciousness of the gods and souls can instantly destroy a first-order villain on the island of villains!

Fang Yuanxin hurriedly squatted on the ground and let his body stick to the ground. He could clearly feel the consciousness of those souls flying just ten centimeters above his back, rushing towards Bai Chuwei, sweating like a heavy rain. .

Fang Yuanxin's whole body was about to collapse, as if he had just escaped from the tiger's mouth.

These are the soul consciousness left over from the ancient battlefield. If he hadn't known the danger in advance, he would have died long ago if he lay on the ground.

He didn't hear the expected scream, Fang Yuanxin was surprised, his body still clinging to the ground, he raised his head cautiously, and looked at the high platform more than ten meters in the distance——

Breathe, freeze on the spot!

Countless ancient soul consciousnesses floating on Bai Chuwei's side, like small blisters on the bottom of the sea.

Fang Yuanxin: "???"

Depend on? Didn't attack Bai Chuwei?

There had been some villains on the island of villains before, who strayed into this altar and was stunned on the spot. Later, the head of Hualing sent someone to drag the body to use it as fertilizer!

Nima, this group of spirits used to be as fierce as tigers, why are they acting like pet cats in front of Bai Chuwei now?

Bai Chuwei stood on the high platform, and a white jade finger lightly touched one of the small blisters, and a small picture appeared in the blisters:

"The God of Creation has a new righteous sister, Lord Guangming, tell me what to give on the day of the sacrificial ceremony?"

Bai Chuwei's thoughts flickered when she saw it, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in her eyes unconsciously.

The two people in this picture are the subordinates of her dog righteous brother.

Presumably, in these blisters, some spirit consciousnesses of the gods were recorded!

Bai Chuwei's water eyes became brighter, and there was light in her pupils.

Brother Gouyi disappeared in this world for thousands of years, and not even the ash remained. Will his consciousness remain in these hundreds of blisters of divine soul consciousness?

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