Wind chime temple.

The wind chime stood silently in the middle of the hall, and all the servants stood respectfully behind her, silently silent.

The light in the hand of the crystal god Mi Haisi gradually dissipated. The light ball just now consumed a lot of his divine power, so that his face turned a little whiter and the transparency of the crystal on his body increased a little. In a beautifully shaped diamond embedded in his chest, the originally bright red light turned into peach red. You can tell at a glance that the unknown power contained in it has decreased a lot. He was a little dizzy, and reached out to touch his forehead, but looked a little strange when he raised his hand. At this moment, the hands had become transparent, without a trace of color, just like an ice sculpture.

"Your Highness! This... Is it appropriate to send my divine power to rescue me?" The dark gray servant god decomposition god Pa looked at Mi Hesi, and then looked at the dark gray divine power ball in his hand, his eyebrows frowned. There is no god of death in this world. When the crystal is decomposed into star powder, that is when they die. Pacha is the master of the crystal plane in this field and has absolute say.

However, it is a moment of unity. All his skills are related to death. This is tantamount to reverse power. How can it be used?

Feng Ling didn't seem to hear it, his eyes fell into the void, and there was no reaction at all. Mi Haisi looked at him with disdainful eyes and said, "Fei Wen's curse is OK, what's wrong with your power? You can condense your power when you use it right. Can someone else teach you this?" Fei Wen, the god of plague in the distance, was struggling with another curse ring in his hand. Some small evil spirits on it were struggling with their ferocious faces, trying to get out of Fei Wen's power cage. When she heard Mi Haisi's words, she was busy controlling the evil thing, and at the same time freeing up some strength and said, "No matter what power it is, you can condense your power when you use it correctly. Don't understand this? It's a waste of your decomposition god that you have been for so many years!"

Another servant god smiled and said, "He has been the most idle person for so many years. How could he expect him to help at this time? Do he dare to move His Highness Tiratmes's structure? Creation and destruction are things that are contrary to each other!"

This is an insult!

For a god.

Pacha gritted his teeth. A gritting action looked a bit provocative to other servant gods. Pacha's original form was a demonic monster with a huge mouthful of teeth.

"Shut up! Pacha, your power is not useless. The more material the world has, the greater your power will be." Fengling looked into the distance and said supreme majestic. "Mi Haisi and the others said right. If the power is used correctly, it can also condense power. But now is not the time for you to exert your power. When the time comes, you will know how your power should be exerted."

As he was speaking, the world shook gently, a rumbling sound came out from the ground, and the temple was trembling slightly. Everyone was a little panicked. Everyone knew what Tiratmes was going to do, but anyone could guess that any of these mistakes would make the plane destroy itself in an instant. Feng Ling looked happy and said, "Is it going to start finally?"

Above Osedoun, the halo spread out from the temple of Tiratmes, and it no longer impacted on the same plane, but was impacting outward from six different directions at the same time. The halo that huge energy flowed out in the air basically covered every sky of Osedoun. In the space not far from the temple, the moment the halo rippled out, the space space seemed a little distorted, and the two forces would fight life and death here. The space fragments produced by the electric fire and tearing the space were squeezed out like swords here, and then burst into the surroundings.

However, the space fragments wrapped around the colorful electric fire did not float far away, and would quickly disappear like a warm current of snowflakes. That was the spatial rules set by Atlanta at work. Under the powerful rules, the behavior of breaking through the space barrier caused by divine power will first be suppressed by the plane laws, and then decomposed into pieces by another law, and then the third rule will absorb those fragments into the structure of the plane itself.

The rules are very simple, but the simpler the rules, the stronger the power. Wind chimes could see Tiratmes with her own eyes breaking through the limitations of this space, and then she deeply understood the firmness of the rules of this plane. Compared with the scale of the magic circle in front of her, her previous attempts were simply pitiful.

It seems that Tiratmes has seen through everything she has done.

At this moment, snowflakes suddenly floated in the temple. Everyone knew that it was not snowflakes, but the accumulation process of the power that the powerful caster was about to take action. The only one who could use power without being suppressed in the temple of Wind Chime is the only one who could use power without being suppressed.

Countless crystal flowers of various colors are illusioned at the top of the temple, growing out quickly but decaying rapidly. After the crystal flowers die, they will fall down and form snowflakes all over the sky. The divine power urges them to grow out, but the too strong divine power is killing them at the same time, making their life cycle short and gorgeous.

The wind chime slowly rose to mid-air, and the purple long-haired skirt sleeves fluttered, like a purple orchid floating in the air.

The temple began to tremble in absolute power, and a misty aura was covered with Fengling's body. The rich divine power surged out of her body in the divine realm, covering the three feet of space around Fengling's body. The excessively strong divine aura forced the servants to retreat to the four walls of the temple, but they knew that it was not the time to leave here. If they left the temple now, Fengling's power would completely lose its suppression and tear them to pieces.

Generally speaking, divine power must have a carrier, that is, the body of the god, otherwise it is a violent force and cannot be controlled at all. However, as the supreme god of this plane, Fengling has full confidence to control his own power.

The divine power overflowed from her body in her divine realm, condensed but did not disperse, and then slowly rose up, and then condensed into dozens of round and looming spheres. Unlike the terrifying space around the Temple of Tirathimis, the divine power condenser ball of the wind chime gets along very well with the rules around it, and there is no boundary at all.

Fengling slowly raised his hands and stepped on the air with his feet, as if he raised an extremely heavy object, and then he shouted with all his strength: "Go!"

The ground of the temple was torn apart in an instant, and all the walls and ground of the temple turned into pieces in huge power, and the divine realm of the wind chime was pulled into an oval space at the same time, and all the images became slender at this moment.

A bright light lit up in the center of the galaxy!

The galaxy broke out.

A dazzling meteor rushed out from the center of the bright explosion point. The meteor's target was nothing else, but the sun floating in the sky of Ossey Doron, which is the temple of Tirathimis.
Chapter completed!