"Go to the space node."
Fang Xiu walked straight towards the empty space after the destruction of the Garden of Eden, slowly stretched out his hand and placed it flat on the air.
The next moment, the forbidden power was activated, and a black hole suddenly appeared in the void.
Everyone filed in and appeared again in black and white.
"Fuck! This is the first time I feel so beautiful!" Yang Ming looked at his colorful hands in shock. Against the backdrop of the black and white world, he felt as if he was glowing.
At this time, Xiao Chuxia came over like a character in a plot speaking his lines: "Brother Xiu, brother Xiu, in this situation, I suddenly remembered something."
Fang Xiu ignored her as usual.
"Even if the world is black and white, you are the only one who will always be in color in my heart."
"Ugh!" The sound of Yang Ming's retching came.
Fang Xiu ignored the playful crowd and directly asked Fatty to start the teleportation.
"Fat man, one hundred and fifty miles to the west."
Whoosh!
A burst of white light flashed, and everyone disappeared in an instant.
A moment later, they appeared in the Holy City. At this time, the Holy City was just like in their memory. People were coming and going on the street, but the only difference was that everyone was tearing apart a horse, with expressions of compassion and howling. Weeping loudly, like the people who have been abandoned by God.
The scene where the whole city burst into tears was really spectacular and weird.
"Is the whole city crying?" Zhao Hao shuddered and quietly retreated behind Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and his powerful ears allowed him to hear what these fanatics were crying about.
"We have been abandoned by God!"
"This is no longer a holy city, but a place abandoned by gods!"
"O God, what have you people done wrong? Why have you abandoned your devout believers!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiu rushed straight to the church where the Son of Angel had descended.
boom!
A black light flashed from his body, and the church door disappeared without a trace.
After entering the church, the paint pool was still there, but the paint inside was empty. There was no godhead, no black God, and no Zhou Qingfeng. It was as clean as if it had been looted.
Sure enough.
Fang Xiu knew clearly, and he roughly guessed the cause and effect.
After Zhou Qingfeng divided his consciousness, he no longer retained the memory of his death rollback. When he returned to the headquarters, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness would also roll back to the position he was in during this time period.
Headquarters!
He and Zhou Qingfeng were once one and the same, so once he returns to the headquarters, Zhou Qingfeng's location must be the same as the headquarters. Except that he has no memory, the location should be exactly the same.
Moreover, the state of division will not be lifted, because the only thing that remains unchanged in the recovery of death is one's own consciousness.
If he returns with his independent consciousness, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness will certainly come back with him, but due to the unchanging laws of consciousness, he will definitely still be in a state of separation.
As for why Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness was not discovered, it is very simple. First of all, consciousness is elusive and difficult to discover, and Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness can escape from the gaze of the mysterious god. It is even easier to hide it from his own senses.
With Zhou Qingfeng's resourcefulness, he must have realized everything the moment he broke away from himself.
So Zhou Qingfeng went directly to the west without stopping for a moment, commanding the black god to leave with his godhead.
He didn't take away the believers because he didn't have enough time. It would take a certain amount of time to kill all the believers and transform them into nutrients for angels and godheads.
As for where he escaped to, you don't need to guess the answer. It must be the other side!
While Fang Xiu was deep in thought, Yang Ming suddenly shouted: "Look, there are words on the bottom of the pool!"
Everyone immediately looked for the sound and saw a line of small words carved on the bottom of the pool.
"One month later, the other shore will arrive and the world will end."
Signed by: Zhou Qingfeng.
Fang Xiu frowned when he saw this line of text. One month from now will be the day when the other side comes in full force?
He didn't think Zhou Qingfeng was lying. There was no need for such a person to lie about such an obvious thing.
"Hahaha..." Yang Ming burst out laughing: "The world will end in one month? Who does he think he is? A prophet?"
"What he said should be true. The degree of invasion from the other side has been deepening. A full-scale invasion is a matter of time." Fang Xiu said calmly.
Yang Ming's laughter stopped suddenly, like a duck being pinched by the neck.
"No, Brother Xiu, are you kidding?" Yang Ming said in disbelief. Although he was joking, the movements of his hands betrayed him and he had already lit up a cigarette.
Fang Xiu ignored Yang Ming and looked at Wuwei and Kongjian.
Wu Weikong saw the two people looking at each other and understood what Captain Fang meant.
Start to silently deduce the secret.
One took out the compass and the other took out the beads. The two of them closed their eyes tightly, chanting words in their mouths, and their bodies were filled with brilliance.
Then, the two vomited blood together.
Poof! Poof!
Wu Weikong saw the two of them spurting out two mouthfuls of blood as if they had been hit hard. Their expressions were horrified and their bodies were shaky.
"No, two masters, why do you vomit blood every time you deduce the secret? Is this a necessary process?" Yang Ming complained.
As soon as these words came out, Qi Wuwei and Kongjian spat out another mouthful of blood.
However, the two of them did not immediately condemn Yang Ming, but reported to Fang Xiu with shocked faces.
Fang Xiu waved his hand, making the two of them swallow their words again.
"Needless to say, the reactions of the two of you have already said it all."
Fang Xiu is very calm, but others are not as calm as him.
"Two masters, have you seen the end of the world?"
Wuwei and Kongjian looked solemn, said nothing, and nodded heavily.
Everyone was shocked, so sudden! ? Is the world going to end in a month? ?
Yang Ming silently lit another cigarette.
At this time, Fang Xiu was already walking outside the church.
"Brother Xiu, where are you going?"
"Go and greet my followers." Fang Xiu said without looking back.
Everyone didn't know why.
In the outside world, Fang Xiu came to the street with the most people. The light of his soul poured into the angelic law, and his left eye suddenly turned into holy silver, spotless.
A pair of white angel wings appeared, and his figure slowly rose into the sky. The holy light enveloped him. At that moment, it was as if a real angel had descended into the world.
In the holy city, the people who were crying suddenly found a bright holy light emerging from the air, and there were even hollow sounds of praise.
People all stopped crying and looked up at the sky blankly, as if they saw God.
It's just that this time the God...is from Xia.
"My devout people, God has not abandoned you, I will be with you forever!" Fang Xiu's indifferent voice resounded throughout the Holy City, as loud as the voice of heaven.
The entire holy city fell into silence for two seconds, and then cheers erupted like a tsunami!
"Great! God has not abandoned us!"
"God is always with us!"
Countless people cried with joy, and poof, as the first person knelt down on the ground devoutly, more and more fanatical believers knelt down and worshiped Fang Xiu.
The expression is pious and fanatical!
"Praise the angels!"
“Praise the angels!!”
Facing the praises of everyone, Fang Xiu calmly stretched out his palm to signal everyone to be silent.
The entire holy city fell silent for an instant, and countless fanatics looked at Fang Xiu feverishly, as if waiting for the gods to speak.
"I am the agent of God in the world, the incarnation of God, and... a prophet."
The indifferent voice spread throughout the audience, as if some kind of switch had been pressed.
boom!
Unimaginable praises resounded, and countless voices converged into one sentence.
“Praise the prophet!!”
(I can’t move anymore. Today is just one chapter. I have been working overtime for half a month, 16 hours a day, eight in the morning and twelve in the evening. Even an Iron Man can’t stand it!)
