The bright golden light dispersed the dark night sky of the secret realm, and the figure of the god floated in the sky, condescending. The human race's innate sense of insignificance towards the gods, even Ye An felt so heavy for the first time.
The majestic invisible divine power dispersed the evil spirit in a small area of the Serenity Sea.
Qi Xi, who always seemed laid-back and easy-going in the past, was finally serious now.
"The tree buds on the altar told me the will of heaven—"
"I am a child of destiny who is about to be tested."
"You can't kill me until the test comes..."
Chen Che's face was pale and his eyes were dull, but his tone was sonorous and powerful.
After seeing the arrival of the Temple Empress.
Even he understood what was going to happen next.
"You will not pass this test."
After Ye An finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.
The majestic power of spiritual consciousness completely invaded Chen Che's consciousness.
Afterwards, he no longer cared about his injured consciousness and severe pain.
The action of carving the mark suddenly accelerated several times.
Chen Che's sea of consciousness was turned upside down in an instant.
The sea of consciousness carrying Chen Che's memories and thoughts quickly dried up.
Scenes after scenes invaded Ye An's consciousness—
That was Chen Che's memory from the past.
For both parties, this was a severe pain that shattered their thoughts and brains, and even the pain caused by physical injuries was erased.
Chen Che roared in pain again.
What Ye An has to do is to seize this last moment of time and plant the final mark at the expense of his own consciousness.
"enough."
Qi Xi's red lips were slightly parted and her voice was hollow.
Her golden eyes were still indifferent and her face was calm, but the hand holding the holy spear was trembling.
As an empress, a demigod, and the executor of the will of heaven, Qi Xi can decide the life and death of the two people below at will.
Immediately.
She dropped the holy spear—
boom!
The holy spear landed on the ground and was inserted into the floating corridor, causing waves of wind and waves.
The bodies of Ye An and Chen Che were pushed far away by the wind and waves.
This shot didn't hit anyone, it just forcibly interrupted the planting of the spiritual brand and separated Ye An and Chen Che.
"The Brand of Divine Consciousness is a forbidden technique, and the records of this technique were burned a hundred years ago."
"Ye An, you should know the consequences of violating the laws and prohibitions."
Qi Xi said calmly.
Ye An's expression was calm, but for the first time, he felt powerless in his heart.
"Knowing."
Ye An said: "But I have a reason to do this."
Chen Che beside him was still awake.
But it was obvious that his arms were broken, his spiritual veins were severed, his body was covered with sword wounds, his hamstrings were picked, and even his consciousness was seriously injured. Unless he is cured by divine magic, it will be difficult to say whether he will live or die in the future.
But Qixi just glanced at Chen Che coldly.
Then his eyes fell on Ye An again.
"What reason?" she said.
Ye An was silent for a while, and then said bluntly: "For the temple, Your Majesty the Empress."
"Huh?"
Qi Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled softly, and said: "I thought that based on your temperament, you would hate those boring people who don't explain their words clearly, and are secretive and only leave puzzles for people to guess. But I didn't expect that you I have become such a boring person."
"You...what other reasons do you have?"
Her voice was cold and crisp.
While speaking, those shiny golden pupils fluctuated a little - a touch of blood-red emerged.
Ye An closed his eyes, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "For the survival of the temple."
In normal times, he could joke around, but facing Qi Xi's serious expression, he couldn't help but want to tease him and just drive -
But now, he was in no mood.
It's like the main storyline of the game inevitably leads to death, which is really unpleasant.
"Ugh... boring."
Qi Xi snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, leaned down, and gently lifted Ye An's chin.
"This reason is too grand and unrealistic."
"Why do you care about the temple? You don't even say you miss me."
This ambiguous statement was said by the solemn and aloof empress at this moment... somewhat unexpectedly.
Ye An was confused for a moment and couldn't figure out his thoughts.
"Your Majesty...?"
Qi Xi pursed his lips slightly, showing dissatisfaction, and immediately withdrew his hand.
"snort."
She seemed angry and took a few steps back.
Thinking about it, she still preferred Ye An, who used to talk nonsense and confess casually regardless of the occasion. Although it is abrupt and disgusting, it is also endearing.
But now Ye An's mood is really heavy.
"Let's get down to business."
Qi Xi recalled the holy spear and held the heavy weapon tightly with his slender fingers.
Her golden eyes calmly glanced at the two of them and said, "I received an oracle from heaven."
"In the secret realm of the ancient country of Tranquility Sea, the son of destiny has been born, but his enemies are trying to kill him."
"So, the mission of the Holy Oracle is..."
"Destroy his enemies."
As he spoke, the pair of golden eyes that glowed with color were suddenly completely filled with blood.
Ye An raised his head slightly, looked at Qi Xi, and found that she was very strange... a pair of strange eyes.
Logically speaking, the oracles of heaven must never be leaked.
But at this moment, Qi Xi revealed the contents of the oracle and the birth of the Son of Destiny in front of the two of them.
What does this mean
Ye An couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Did he understand that he was trying to make himself die
He doesn't accept such a quick death outcome, and he doesn't plan to die at the hands of Qi Xi. In any case, that kind of plot is too bloody, and maybe he still has a chance to resist and comeback.
The teleportation talisman that had been carved long ago was hidden in his sleeve.
Perhaps escaping to the Western Desert Sand Sea and seeking shelter in the poisonous environment is another way out.
"Your Majesty the Empress."
At this moment, Chen Che, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up.
He spoke in a weak tone: "The altar in front was built by the ancient national master and a certain immortal master."
"There is a tree bud in the altar. It is a branch of the ancient sacred tree and was replanted here."
"I saw... the Jianmu Sacred Tree told me that I must undergo a test before I can know my destiny... "
Qixi frowned slightly and said in surprise: "You mean, you think you are a child of luck?"
Chen Che gasped slightly, but nodded firmly and said, "I will be."
"Okay."
Qi Xi chuckled, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky.
"I have made my own decision about this matter; there is no need to say who is the son of fate."
She sighed softly, as if she had finally made her decision.
He slowly raised the Holy Spear, and then walked forward calmly.
The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, it was a judgment weapon created by the ancient gods.
It can cut off the causal connection between people and completely erase their existence.
This would be a more terrible way to die than to lose one's soul.
Ye An frowned slightly, his heartbeat speeding up unconsciously, and his breathing increased.
He held the teleportation talisman tightly.
You must take advantage of the last moment and use the teleportation talisman to escape successfully. Otherwise, if it were too early, letting Qi Xi also enter the space crack and follow the teleportation would still be the same as death.
Ye An naturally knew the consequences of letting her violate the decree of heaven.
But there is no other option now.
"I already knew..."
"Who is the son of luck?"
Slowly raised the Holy Spear.
And the moment the words fell, the tip of the gun came out—
call out!
The gun was drawn out so fast that not even a shadow of the gun was left behind.
Ye An held the teleportation talisman tightly in his hand and was about to open the space crack.
But he was suddenly startled.
After all, he was too idealistic. Although the speed of using the teleportation talisman was only a moment of thought, Qi Xi could swing his gun faster than a breath of thought.
Tick tock…!
A drop of red and hot blood fell on the ground.
Immediately, like a flood, more blood poured out.
Screams of pain echoed in the corridor.
Unexpectedly—
That was Chen Che's voice.
The golden holy spear penetrated his heart, and the power of judgment entangled in it quickly gnawed away at Chen Che's consciousness like thousands of ants—
The weapons of judgment made by the gods are like the sword of an executioner against sinners.
Even though that person is the son of luck, luck is still the number of days determined by the gods.
Under the Holy Spear of Judgment, children of destiny are no different from sinners.
"Idiot...it's you."
Qi Xi leaned down and fell into Ye An's arms.
She held Ye An's hand and discarded the teleportation talisman held firmly in his palm.
"It's you… "
Wushen repeated this sentence blankly, and then she closed her eyes and took advantage of the situation to press Ye An under her body - and then blocked Ye An's mouth who wanted to speak with her pair of warm and soft red lips.