An indescribably huge power spread from her body to all her limbs, the familiar aura of darkness, and the feeling of being full of power made her feel happy.
But Fu Yue frowned almost invisibly.
half done
Only half done.
...Forget it, half of it is enough, the power of her original body is too terrifying, if she uses too much rashly, it may cause the small world to collapse.
Fu Yue suddenly opened her arms, the expression on her face also changed, and the aura of her whole body gradually changed. The idleness and laziness in the past gradually turned into a quiet murderous intent, but in the blink of an eye, her hand grabbed the air out of thin air. She held the huge black sickle firmly in her hand.
The black sickle is like a crescent moon, the blade is extremely sharp, and there are irregular blue ripples on it from time to time, which is obviously a manifestation of the slightly uncontrollable violent power.
The black-haired girl held the long-handled sickle in one hand and carried it behind her back. She stared at the three dragons not far away, her eyes gradually turned cold.
It was the indifference of looking at a dead thing.
"You beast, you are courting death."
…
The hand rises and the knife falls.
Blood flowers bloomed on the lake, and the heads of the three Jiaojiao fell into the lake, followed by screams, a symbol of death.
On the surface of the lake sparkling under the moonlight, ice blue and bright red are intertwined, and the back of the black-haired girl seems to be blooming with strange flowers from the other side.
Fu Yue hooked her lips slightly.
The color of her eyes darkened, and for a moment, the whites of her eyes were completely occupied by black, she was a little strangely beautiful, and the energy fluctuations all over her body were extremely violent.
In that instant.
Fu Yue's mind was filled with noisy and chaotic voices, as well as various tragic scenes.
The sound of swords and screams.
The fiery bloody massacre,
And there was one croon after another like the lure of a demon.
"You are the most noble god of the nine heavens. Why are you willing to be suppressed by the laws of heaven for thousands of years? Those hypocritical gods in the heavens are not worthy of your protection!"
The tree of life is falling. Angels with broken wings are falling.
The snow-white gopher flowers are falling, and the dark red flowers of the other shore are in full bloom.
The gates of hell open.
The oath of weeping blood came—
"You shall rise above the high clouds,
You are supreme,
fall,
with darkness,
Darkness never betrays! "
"We wish to follow Your Majesty Fu Yue forever—"
"Follow Your Majesty Fu Yue forever—"
Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the black-haired girl's face was pale, and the black swirls in the depths of her eyes were strange and coquettish. The uncontrollable energy riots around her were faintly gloomy blue.
She gradually clenched the fingers holding the black sickle, and the knuckles and veins of her fingers burst out.
It was evident that she was in great pain.
"Crowley, wake up—"
"Kloa..."
A low magnetic and pleasant male voice sounded in her ear.
Fu Yue closed her eyes tightly, she tilted her head slightly, her expression flashed blank.
Who is calling her
Croya? … No, her name is not Kloya.
She is Fu Yue.
Clenching the long-handled sickle in her hand with five fingers, the girl opened her eyes, her curled eyelashes seemed to be fanned, her thin red lips pulled out a cruel arc, and she turned her head to look at the person in front of her.
Arms raised.
The blood-stained blade was aimed at Hoddle in front of him, and under the moonlight, there was a flash of light.
"Step aside."
The girl's voice was cold.
Hoddle looked at her with a complex expression. He slowly bent his lips, smiled softly, and said softly, "Kloya, put down the knife. Calm down."