In the wilderness, on the edge of some unknown mountain range.
The vast snowflakes pressed down, turning the mountains into white snow-capped mountains, undulating between the sky and the earth.
Ban Mo stood at the edge of the mountain range, gazing at the towering snow-capped mountains before him. All he could sense with his extended spirit was a dead silence, with no trace of any life activity whatsoever.
It seems that under this natural disaster, all traces of life have been covered up, but life should not be so fragile. Ban Mo knows that under the permafrost and between the mountains, there will always be miracles of life waiting to be revived.
Ban Mo controlled his body and slowly fell into the snow, but the snow that came into contact with his body changed color in the next moment.
It was dyed dark red, looking ominous and evil.
Ban Mo looked at his surroundings with a wry smile on his face. The influence of his bloodline on the outside world was becoming more and more serious.
He also had to go further north so that Qingyang City would not be affected.
A chuckled voice sounded in his ears, "Why bother? The city you came from is so good, there are so many lives there, as long as you infect them to become darkborn,
To develop the power of our Darkin clan, we have all the realm resources and everything we need."
The only response to this mysterious voice was Banmo's cold "Shut up."
However, the mysterious voice didn't care about Ban Mo's attitude at all. He just kept on tempting:
"Go back. It's a perfect village for beginners. As the son of the Darkin, it's your responsibility and mission to develop the Darkin's power."
"Shut up, I'm not some prince of your clan. I'm a human. A human who can contract with beasts."
"It's true that you're human, but you also have half Darkin blood flowing through your body. You can't escape the power and responsibility inherited in your bloodline, hahahaha."
The mysterious voice revealed a hint of madness. After a moment, the mysterious voice weakened, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.
Ban Mo looked at the string of crimson footprints behind him and became even more silent. The power of the Darkin had infected him too deeply, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.
He didn't want to become a monster like that voice, sometimes crazy and sometimes rational.
"I am a human being, I am a human being..."
The young man's mumbling voice drifted far away in the wind and snow. The Tianxuan Wanling Bat, with many red dark patterns growing on its body, followed him silently and guarded him.
They seemed to be the only bright colors in the vast white world. The long dark red marks left behind them soon turned into crimson mist and dissipated in this world.
It seems that there are some special rules between heaven and earth.
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“Praise the glory of my Lord, who has granted me infinite peace and enabled us, the lost lambs, to enjoy eternal well-being under His shepherding.
..."
In a city somewhere in the west of Earth, walking on the streets here, you can hear pious prayers everywhere.
As the believers prayed devoutly, a large amount of holy light filled the entire city like flowing water, dispelling the wind and snow drifting between heaven and earth.
An unusually tall figure walked through the bustling crowd and headed towards the largest temple in the center of the city.
The closer you get to the temple in the center, the more you can feel the richness of the holy light. Even feathers of light made of holy light have begun to fall in the air. Walking on them is like walking into paradise on earth.
The tall figure shrouded in a white robe walked straight towards the center of the temple without paying any attention to the surrounding scenery.
But the amazing thing is that the angels guarding the temple seemed to be completely unaware of the arrival of such an uninvited guest.
There was no hindrance to their entry into the temple.
The hall may have been built in a hurry, so there are not many decorations inside.
There is only a high throne facing the palace door, and the backrest of the throne is a pair of huge wings.
The base is made of an unknown white jade material, engraved with some feather-like symbols, and a faint light emanates from it.
At this time, Laiega, who called himself the King of Angels, sat on the throne with his eyes slightly closed as if he was taking a nap.
However, he opened his eyes the moment the mysterious white-robed figure entered the hall. There was a dazzling white light in his eyes, and he looked at the white-robed figure with endless majesty.
"Who is it? Sneaky."
The figure in the white robe didn't seem surprised that Laiega could find it, and a light laugh came from under the hood of the white robe.
"Eight-winged Angel King, this is the first time I've seen one in all these years. Haha."
Laiega narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his eyes, then pierced the white-robed figure like a sharp sword.
A pair of white and smooth hands appeared deep under the white robe, making a blocking gesture in front of him. The golden light that burst out seemed to have encountered an invisible obstruction in the air, staying in the air and unable to advance an inch.
"Young people have bad tempers. They can't stand any bad words." The voice of the white-robed figure sounded a little helpless.
This mysterious figure in white robe was very powerful. After a brief fight, Laiega's expression changed, and he finally stopped his ineffective attack.
"Is there something? Say it." Although he knew that the man in white robe opposite him might be a little stronger than himself, Laiega still did not change his arrogant attitude.
The man in white robe slowly untied his hood and took off the white robe that covered his entire body.
Ten wings, half white and half pitch black, slowly spread out behind it, and two completely different auras, holiness and darkness, burst out from its body at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Layega's pupils suddenly contracted and he cried out in disbelief.
"Angel of Chaos, Moye Luo."
Mo Xieluo combed his messy gray and white hair with his fingers and said with a smile,
"I didn't expect that someone still remembered my name. It seems that your Ye and God haven't completely blocked any news about me."
However, Laiega immediately put on an expression as if facing a formidable enemy, and the wings behind him slowly spread out, as if he was ready to attack at any time.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I'm here to help you."
Moxie Luo strolled casually in the hall, feeling indescribably relaxed and natural.
"Help me?" Now it was Layega's turn to be confused. "I don't think I need any help."
"Oh, really?"
Mo Xieluo's expression turned a little strange. "I don't think an angel who doesn't even know her true identity can so calmly say that she doesn't need help."
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