In the Creation Realm, the influence of the two reality distortists is becoming more and more wide.

The stars are reversed and the world is repeated. Even if the people in the Holy Spirit are protected by gods, many people are vomiting on the streets at this time.

It’s okay for the world to turn around, but the key is that they often see the switch between illusion and reality, such as when they were originally stepping on the earth, but the next moment they found themselves falling into the infinite abyss.

When he struggled to thrust, he found himself on the ground, and he was thrusting inside, and he was thrusting strangely with others.

Of course, this is only temporary, because soon everyone becomes the same, and the natural rules between heaven and earth are chaotic again.

Should the apple fall from top to bottom, and should the water flow to the lower part?

No, now it's the other way around, oh, it's normal now.

Do you think you are flying upwards?

No, you are drilling into geography.

Anyway, what you think is not what you think.

The initiator of this phenomenon is now standing face to face at the high altitude of the Creation God Realm, in the endless twists.

No one has any physical movements, this is a battle between reality twisters.

In terms of ability, although Joan of Arc has received guidance over the years and discussed how to use this ability with Linlin, he is still far behind his mother.

After all, the basic starting point is different. My mother was born to be a demigod-level reality distortist.

If Linlin was here, it might be easier to fight, but Linlin still had to guard the Jiuxiao Continent. This is her own business, and she has to make a decision.

She still cannot forget the days when she was dominated by the evil gods when she was in the creation of the god world.

She could not forget the moment when Lancelot died outside the city and was dismembered by the sects of the Great Sin.

She could not forget the scene when the people in the city died with gaze.

She was sad and heartbroken at that time, but when she learned the truth, she only had endless self-blame.

She knew that the responsibility for the death of everyone in the Western Continent was on her.

The people in the city thought they were dying for the future. They looked at the saint in the sky with a firm eyes and respectful gaze, praying that the saint could protect them from the disaster and bring them hope.

But little did not know that despair itself arose because of her.

She didn't even say this about her husband Zhang Xuansheng, but she had already made a decision. She wanted to end her mother's mistake with her own hands. This is her own atonement and others can't help her.

"Merry, so many years have passed, you are still so weak, which really disappoints me. If you had fallen into my arms earlier, I believe this would not be the case now."

The goddess had a playful smile on her face.

"Are you? Being as powerful as you, as depraved?"

Joan of Arc had no expression on his face and added: "Also, my name is not Meli, I am Joan of Arc now, you can also call me Mrs. Zhang."

A trace of surprise flashed across the goddess's face, and she smiled and said, "It seems that Zhang Xuansheng has changed you a lot. Have you forgotten that you were not like this at the beginning."

Joan of Arc's eyes showed some doubts and said with inexplicable anger: "Do you know what I am!?"

"Meli, I am your mother. Of course I know everything about you. You don't think you have always been a pure saint, right?"

The goddess smiled playfully.

"What do you mean?"

The expression on Joan of Arc's face became gloomy.

"It seems that you have become so thorough, it really disappoints me...."

The goddess shook her head and sighed, with a crazy smile on her face, "Since you forgot, I will remind you of the truth that was hidden by that person."

Joan of Arc had a bad premonition, but was still led away and asked, "What... the truth?"

The goddess's expression was distorted and she smiled madly: "That person really loves his daughter. She has never had a slight love for me."

"Shut up! My father has never loved you."

Joan of Arc scolded that she still loved her father very much.

"Oh? What do you say is, it's what it is. Just like that person tells you that you were saved by him in the flood and brought back to the foundation. Don't you believe it?"

The goddess had a sarcastic expression, "You are born with wisdom and memory, but you still selectively forget that thing."

Joan of Arc's expression suddenly became terrified and shouted, "Stop talking!"

At the same time, the twisted tearing force of space acted on the goddess, but disappeared invisibly. She was indeed inferior to the competition of abilities.

"My dear daughter, it seems you remembered."

The goddess stepped close to Joan of Arc in the void, with a kind and gentle smile on her face, and her arms were opened as if she wanted to hug each other.

"No, no, I didn't remember anything."

Joan of Arc shook his head frantically and stepped back.

"The boiling floods flooded the towns, the cities, and even the country. There were very few survivors where the flood passed. Even I was almost swallowed by the twisted power. Why do you think a newborn baby girl can survive?"

The goddess's pace was not too fast and maintained a distance from Joan of Arc, but the content of the words made Joan of Arc look horrified.

Finally, Joan of Arc stopped, looking a little confused, the goddess gradually approached her without realizing it, and her arms hugged her into her arms.

The goddess lay in Joan of Arc's ear and whispered: "Melly, that's not the disaster that I caused..."

She sniffed lightly at the tip of her nose, greedily smelling the warm breath of the flower-scented fragrance of Joan of Arc, and her voice was like a demon's whisper:

"The person who slaughtered millions of creatures... it was you."

Joan of Arc's shoulders shook slightly, and she remembered the past she had been deliberately avoiding.

"You are my most outstanding creature, Meli, you should be far stronger than me, you should be the supreme divinity, no, you can be the supreme god, and be on par with that great king!"

The goddess looked at Joan of Arc, who was blind and gently stroked her daughter's back, and her tone gradually became gentle: "Melly, don't think too much. Those weak creatures as weak as insects will die when they die, and we are eternal, why bother about those things?"

She pushed away slightly, stroked Joan of Arc's beautiful cheeks, with a blurred look on her eyes, and said, "Come on, my daughter, let's rule the world with me, we will become eternal."

Joan of Arc looked at his mother in confusion, and it turned out... from the beginning, was the guilty person himself?

Fortunately, she even regarded herself as a victim, an innocent saint and a goddess who saved the world.

In a daze, she wanted to raise her hand, but she thought of Zhang Xuansheng again, and her husband, her hand froze again.
Chapter completed!