What he thought he could hold in his palm and manipulate at will was completely beyond his control, and it was extremely explosive in a way he couldn't understand!

This feeling?

Since that day when that annoying and damned poor creature disappeared, it has never appeared again!

But now, it has exploded and returned tenfold, a hundredfold, countless times! !

Long Qianqiu's hands subconsciously clenched tightly, and the veins on his neck bulged!

"Calm down... I need to calm down..."

"This is just an accident..."

"His life and death have long been under my control..."

"No one can escape my calculations!"

"The damn Fang Qingyang in the past can't do it, and Ye Wuque in front of him... can't do it either!!"

Long Qianqiu desperately suppressed his emotions in his heart and calmed himself down.

At this moment!

A cold and tender hand suddenly reached over, gently held Long Qianqiu's hand that he had been holding tightly, and gently stroked it.

Long Qianqiu trembled all over, and then turned around, and immediately saw Wenren Chuixue who was looking at him with a gentle face.

At this moment, Long Qianqiu suddenly calmed down. He smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"You are very unhappy..."

Wenren Chuixue said.

She held Long Qianqiu's hand, and then her indifferent eyes looked at Ye Wuque on the altar, and continued to say to Long Qianqiu, "Let's kill him."

Long Qianqiu was stunned!

He looked at Wenren Chuixue, and then a hint of tenderness slowly appeared in his eyes. He also tightly held Wenren Chuixue's cold little hand, and then softly transmitted his voice: "I made you worry."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"In fact, his life has long been in my hands. The reason why he is so powerful now is that I don't want his life."

"I just want to see how deep he is hiding. To be honest, it is indeed beyond my expectation."

"It's been a long, long time since I met such an interesting person."

Wenren Chuixue retracted her gaze, and she continued indifferently in her voice transmission: "Killing has always been the simplest and most direct way."

"Let me do it."

Long Qianqiu smiled dotingly, and transmitted his voice: "Killing him is of course very simple, but it's a pity."

"I can now fully confirm that there must be some secret in him, not just as simple as the inheritance of the King of Heaven."

"A person who has just entered the Ancient Alliance of the Gods for less than a year has now become a spiritual child!"

"Think about the things he has done, which one is not jaw-dropping and shocking?"

“In this world, it is impossible for there to be such a terrifyingly stunning and outstanding genius based on qualifications and talents alone!”

“Absolutely impossible!”

“For any so-called genius, qualifications and understanding are just superficial things, used to scare people and show off. In the final analysis, it is just good luck, with great luck, and the opportunity and fortune that others dream of.”

“Blowing blood, have you forgotten that guy?”

“Isn’t that the most typical example?”

“Without luck, without that extraordinary fortune, you are not even as good as a dog.”

At this point, a terrible demonic light surged in the depths of Long Qianqiu’s eyes!

"I like geniuses with 'strong luck' the most!"

"Because they are the best food."

"Really, it's been a long time since I've had such a delicious meal served to me..."

"I'll enjoy it slowly, don't be in a hurry..."

Wenren Chuxue looked at Long Qianqiu, and listened to his words. There was no extra expression in her beautiful eyes, but she continued to reply indifferently: "It doesn't matter, as long as you are happy."

In her words, Wenren Chuxue seemed to have an unexplained confidence and casualness. It seemed that in her eyes, Ye Wuque, who could make Gu Xin'ao kneel down and unable to get up with just one word, was just an ant.

As long as she wanted, she could kill him with a flip of her hand.

And Long Qianqiu didn't seem to doubt this at all.

The boiling atmosphere lasted for more than ten breaths, and finally quieted down again.

The first seat of Luanxu and the first seat of Bingming looked at Ye Wuque at this moment, and there was a faint smile in their eyes.

As the first seat, seeing such a brilliant spirit child appear in the ancient alliance, how could they not be happy?

The eyes of the chief seat of Qingyuan have been focused on Ye Wuque. His face is not clear, but there is a faint inexplicable smile in his eyes.

The next moment!

The voice of the chief seat of Luanxu sounded again.

"Quasi-spiritual son Ye Wuque, enter the holy fire and receive baptism!!"

This time, no one spoke, and they all looked at Ye Wuque on the altar excitedly.

He who had been standing with his hands behind his back finally took a step and walked slowly towards the blazing silver holy fire.

Immediately, under the attention of everyone, Ye Wuque stepped directly into the holy fire and was swallowed by the silver flame in an instant. Everyone

was waiting quietly, and there was some expectation.

As we all know, the coronation of the holy fire is not only a symbol of ceremony, but also a test of the will of the mind.

After being enveloped by the holy fire, the stronger the will of the mind, the sooner it will come out.

This is the case with the coronation of the quasi-spiritual son, and the coronation of the spiritual son is naturally the same.

Of course, the silver holy fire of the coronation of the spirit child contains a terrifying and incomparable tempering power, which has extremely high requirements for the mind and will, and is extremely difficult to pass.

In the second seat, the Silver Saint looked at Ye Wuque, whose figure was completely covered by the holy fire, and said with a smile: "How long do you think Wuque will need this time? When he was coronated by the quasi-spiritual child before..."

The Silver Saint's voice paused directly.

On the altar!

In the blazing silver holy fire, Ye Wuque's figure slowly walked out, and then the holy fire began to extinguish silently!

The whole place became silent again!

Is this the end? ?

How long?

Two breaths, or one breath?

Boom!

The entire Coronation Square became boiling again!

All the second seats and the three first seats also smiled.

At this moment.

Ye Wuque stood alone on the altar, and the silver holy fire behind him shrank, and finally floated above Ye Wuque's head, jumping!

With a swoosh, Ye Wuque's identity nameplate suddenly flew out at this moment, as if it had sensed something, and fell directly into the silver holy fire, and began to be wrapped, and at the same time, an ancient majesty appeared!

"Ye Wuque has passed the Holy Fire cleansing and successfully crowned the position of the Spirit Son!"

"Spirit Son authority, perfectly injected."

As the head of Luanxu spoke again, the identity nameplate wrapped in silver holy fire on Ye Wuque's head burst into a brilliant silver light at this moment, and at the same time shone on Ye Wuque below, wrapping him.

Ye Wuque seemed to have turned into a silver true god, full of ancient majesty and full of visual impact.

But at this moment!

In the depths of Ye Wuque's eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashed! !

Because he clearly sensed that as he obtained the perfect Spirit Son authority, the moment he was covered by the silver light, the ancient symbol from one of Fang Qingyang's relics in the Yuanyang Ring actually began to heat up at this moment!