Chapter 698 Unless the Pale Dragon God Descends
In Black Moon City, no one knew that because of the unusual movement caused by the Spirit Refining Tower, all the venerables in this region of the planet had noticed the abnormality in the extreme south.
Various forces including the Holy Ministry, the Lidong Legion, and the Apocalypse Knights began to rush here.
The purple mist waves that were originally shaken back to the inner city by the giant tower rolled like devilish smoke and quickly covered the outer city.
At the same time, it also swallowed up the dark giant tower, and purple mist seeped in madly.
The young man who controlled the lion looked up at the Tower of Babel in front of him and shook his head.
He had thought that the one man and three women really had a way to resist the purple mist, but now it seemed that he was completely overthinking it.
Although the origin of this tower is unknown, it does have the ability to slow down the penetration of the purple mist, but it still cannot stop the penetration of the purple mist.
Xia Feng's use of this tower for defense was undoubtedly self-defeating.
"Hey, you who rides a lion, don't worry about those mice that are doomed to die. Have you thought of a way to escape after all this time?" The vampire's shout was heard, and the young man glanced at him coldly with his one eye, and was about to say something.
The purple mist that filled the sky and earth began to move again. This time it was not expanding, but converging towards the black tower that reached the sky, forming a terrifying tornado-like vortex.
This also caused the purple mist content in the remaining areas of the outer city to become increasingly thinner, until it disappeared.
Fentian and the young man Yu Shi instantly realized that Xia Feng and the other three in the tower had not been corroded by the purple mist?
In order to corrode Xia Feng and the other three, the Holy Herdsman Moro even mobilized all the purple mist and no longer paid any attention to them, but used it specifically to deal with Xia Feng.
"What's going on?" Leng Xiu looked at the scene in confusion and astonishment.
Fencheng Yantong's eyes were dignified, and he said solemnly, "It seems that even without conceptual skills, this black tower can deal with the evil purple mist. It is indeed not simple."
The young man who controlled the lion was stunned for a moment, and frowned in surprise.
This guy named Xia Feng is really lucky.
"Young Master, according to that person's request, Xia Feng must die today." The black-robed old man said solemnly, "Do you need me to do it myself to avoid any more trouble?"
The young man, the Royal Lion, twirled the ring on the middle finger of his white glove. He narrowed his single eye and quietly gazed at the Tower of Babel, which was enveloped by a purple tornado. He said calmly, "No need. Given the current situation, since Moro will help us deal with this person, why bother dirtying our hands?"
In fact, Moloch, who was far away at the Tower of Babel, could hear the conversation between the two men.
Although Moro didn't know where this young man came from, and why the people behind him were targeting Xia Feng.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Moro stood calmly in front of the gorgeous galaxy waterfall, with the endless dark void behind him.
"Old thing! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!" An Xingjia couldn't remain calm. He felt like he was about to explode. His tired eyes, full of dark circles, were burning with rage.
He did know that Moro was going to do something big, and even guessed that Moro wanted to help Hongyue seize the position of the main palace.
But I never expected that Moro's methods would be so cunning and evil.
An Xingjia looked at the clouds outside the tower. Nearly one million people were arranged in an orderly manner to form tens of thousands of long dragons, coming towards the tower from all directions, as if they were on pilgrimage, or as if they were sacrificing themselves.
The strange scene under the clouds was secondary. What really terrified An Xingjia was the purple mist.
In this world, gods are divided into three types according to the source of their extraordinary abilities: the Star God System, the Dragon God System, and the Evil God System.
And this purple mist actually contains all three kinds of divine aura.
If it were someone else, they would naturally not be able to sense the evil of the purple mist, but An Xingjia had special abilities and extraordinary perception.
He could clearly sense that within the purple mist, the three divine beings were mutually supportive and coexisting harmoniously. It was a strange feeling that someone who was supposed to be mortal enemies, fighting to the death, could suddenly become married and share a loving bed.
To put it simply, An Xingjia felt that the purple mist created by the Holy Herd Moro was threatening to destroy the world!
If this purple mist is allowed to spread across the three realms, no matter whether it is the human race, the evil race, or the old gods who are lingering in the star realm, they will all suffer!
"Please take your seat and be patient."
The blue flame beneath Morona's hood flickered as he chuckled. "I understand your concerns, Excellency. But you've also seen that this fog has significant limitations. Erupting an entire city is already its limit, and it can even be suppressed by conceptual techniques."
Under his robe sleeve, he wore azure gloves and pointed to the north. He sighed helplessly, "Even that black tower has been unable to be conquered."
Listening to Moro's explanation, An Xingjia frowned and nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't believe a word of it in his heart.
He has decided,
After completing the mission, I must report everything that happened in Black Moon City to my mother when I return.
As for whether to report to the parliament and the Four Pillars, it depends on my mother's opinion.
While pondering, An Xingjia followed Moro's direction and looked back at the Tower of Babel across from him, wondering, "What on earth is this tower?"
Moro actually wanted to know the same thing.
He could spread his spiritual sense throughout the entire city through the purple mist, but the Black Tower was like a bottomless pit, isolating the inside and the outside.
The purple mist seeped in, and only four blurry figures standing back to back could be vaguely seen. The rest was a bloody mess.
It was probably this blood-colored object that caused the purple mist to penetrate and then disappear without a trace, and it couldn't be retrieved. It was very strange.
However, Moro was not in a hurry, because he clearly sensed that the aura of two of the four people in the tower was rapidly decreasing. Obviously, there was a price to pay for fighting against the purple mist, and they could not hold on for long.
"So, your goal is really just to let the Red Moon Goddess come?" An Xingjia wondered.
"Master An, I have already made this clear to you."
"Then why are you so obsessed with assimilating the thinking of those two saints?"
"It's because they bear the mark of authority bestowed by the Black Moon."
Moro said calmly, "By assimilating their thoughts, we can reclaim the authority of the Black Moon. When the Red Moon Goddess descends into the world, her power will be even greater."
An Xingjia didn't quite understand the logical relationship here. Why could the power of the Black Moon be recovered by assimilating the Saint's thoughts? He had never heard of such a method of recovering power.
He suspected that the old man was deceiving him again.
An Xingjia is now skeptical of everything Moro says, and always feels that this gloomy old man has other ulterior motives.
However, he just assumed that what Moro said was true and continued asking.
"You made such a big fuss just to let Hongyue seize the power of the main palace?"
An Xingjia's eyes narrowed lazily. "But as far as I know, the twelve palaces of the star realm have already made a divine covenant. If a secondary palace seizes power over the main palace, the other star gods have the responsibility to stop it. Aren't you afraid of attracting justice or the elements?"
The blue flames flickered faintly under Moro's hood, but he shook his head, smiling lightly with a hint of disdain:
“Unless the legendary Pale Dragon God descends, even if the Three Holy Star Gods come in person, they cannot stop what happened today.”
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
