I'm such an old god, so sorry

Then it was evaporated immediately.

Xiude finally realized that he had squeezed something big Ivan out with his own hands. He was immersed in the vision of manipulating energy and didn't notice it. However, when he got out of the state of full concentration, Xiude found that the surrounding environment had succumbed to the blue whirlpool. Down.

The blue power that resembles a tornado seems to be going straight into the sky, tearing the sky; penetrating the earth, cutting through the earth's core; turning into a storm, cleaning the surface of the earth, Xiude did not hesitate, and directly issued an instruction to recover.

Complicated operations cannot be completed, and simple deletion is still easy.

There is no delay in the execution of the Lord of the Blue, as if the distance of countless light years does not exist, the energy of the Blue Vortex to destroy the sky and the earth has been removed ninety-nine percent, only the first trace of the power of the Blue has taken shape .

Just like an invisible cyan wind hammer, the whirlpool is still extremely powerful even if only this faint blue power remains.

The blue power condensed on a line instantly penetrated the mountain, not just one, but one after another, until the mountains were cut into a vacuum by the thick beam of light.

As the light cannon passed by, the concept of time was instantly blurred, leaving arc-like cracks in the space passed by. Everything in the original time and space was annihilated by the blue light cannon, and no matter could survive the attack.

The huge impact during launch also caused Xiude's body to fly upside down and fall onto the grass.

At the moment when Xiu De flew up, his mind was not the feeling of the blow, but the deep doubt:

This trick should be called Moguanguang Kill Cannon. Should the Holy Spirit’s magic light flash or Purgatory Warriors Explosive Wave Cannon?

Chapter 20 What Do You Know Again

The magic light of the holy spirit flashes..... Before Xiude landed, I decided to call his attack that he released, not just to remember his childhood, but the light and shadow effect of this trick is really similar to the magic light of the holy spirit, except for the color. s difference.

At the same time as the light cannon emerged, it also shattered the surrounding soil layer, and the splashed mud ash was scattered high in the sky and fell on the heads of the dumbfounded Weskell and others.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the sculptural Weskell gently wiped the dust off his head and said:

"So, are we still alive?"

"Yes, sir."

"In the end, the blow seemed to have lost the power of the blue, did we get a life back?"

"That's it, sir."

Wesker took a deep breath, and then he held his unsatisfactory beating heart, stood up tremblingly, and looked at the light of the morning sun shot through the dust, and in an instant there was a kind of rejoicing for the rest of his life.

Just now when the blue vortex got out of control, Weskel was already waiting to die, and who knew that things had to reverse.

Weskell was not afraid of death. He lived the days of dancing on the tip of a knife. He had chatted and laughed with Death for many times, and he would not show ugliness in the face of death.

However, this time is different. Everyone in the starry sky has a deep awe of the power of the blue. The blue storm of such concentration and quality has completely made the blue blood succumb and feel the suppression of the dimension.

It took a while for the ranger under Weskell to relax and pat the dirt on his body carefully.

"What kind of compatriot did Bertier find?"

Wesker said in general that Xiude’s identity was directly positioned as a lost citizen of the starry sky. After all, he saw the scene just now. If anyone said that Xiude was not a blue-blooded Wesker, he would immediately blow his head. Because this is equivalent to severely insulting the IQ of everyone present.

After the fearful feeling passed, Weskell's gaze at Xiude was filled with enthusiasm.Xiude’s talent for manipulating the power of the blue, although it seems uncontrollable now, the people of the starry sky don’t need an extinct weapon that will all die together. As long as Xiude can effectively control about 10% of the amount just now, Shibaizel will recover The national army is equivalent to one more supreme strategic weapon.

"Maybe the hope of the people of the stars is not just Aya..."

Weskell murmured, jumping off the stone slope first, and ran to help the fallen Xiude.

Although the latter was not affected by the power of the blue, but the back of his head fell firmly on the lawn, a golden star flashed in front of his eyes, and his arm scratched by the flying stone was also hot and painful.

Of course, Xiude knew that this was just a minor concussion and scratched skin, but it was very uncomfortable because he had not been injured much.

In a daze, Xiude saw a figure appearing in front of him, and pulled himself a hand, and then the figure that seemed to be mosaicked saw Xiude’s wound and let out a puzzled nasal sound:

"Huh, why is your blood red?"

When Xiude heard the words, he stunned and saw the face in front of him. The delicate, beautiful and hostile face was extremely recognizable. Even if Xiude had only seen one side, he knew that this was the Blue Blood Apostle Weskell. .

Suddenly, Xiude's face turned pale. He originally wanted to use the blue spell to confuse his blood problem, but now he was caught by Weskell, causing Xiude's mentality to collapse again.

In fact, Weskell did not doubt the identity of Xiude, the blood color can be disguised, but the blue spell can not be pretended, without the blood of the gods of the people of the starry sky, even the gods of order cannot use it. One of the smallest blue spells.

There are generally three ways to distinguish people with blue blood. The decisive factor is the blue blood pulse, the second is the color of the blood, and the third is the value of the face.

Well, that's right, it is easier than any method to distinguish the people of the starry sky from the value of the face. Any consideration of growing into a crooked melon and jujube does not need to be considered, it is definitely not blue blood.And Xiude's appearance is very subtle, and it happens to be stuck at the lower limit of the blue blood.

Seeing Xiude's face pale, Weskell mistakenly thought that it was because of Xiude's excessive consumption and excessive tension.So the voice was as soft as possible:

"Don't be afraid, boy, we are your fellow citizens."

Weskell gently took Xiude's hand and whispered: "My name is Weskell, what about you, child, what is your name? And what happened to you, can you tell me? We will do our best to help your."

Looking at Weskell's sincere gaze, Xiude turned his head, and swallowed back what he said.He whispered secretly to myself, this thin-skinned person really is not suitable for lying, he hesitated and said:

"My name is Xiude... As for the others, I don't know... I seem to have amnesia."

"Xiu De..... really a good name."

Weskell smiled. It's hard to imagine a person who was rumored to be murderous, but actually bloody and brutal, would show such a warm smile.

"Are you saying you can't remember anything?"

Weskell then asked in a low voice.

"Well, my first memory in this world is in Melmedy..."

Although it is the truth of the deletion, it is the truth after all, so the moral cultivation is not nervous, and I will slowly tell the story of the journey through the first day to the present, in an effort to gain Weskell's trust.

The apostle listened very carefully. Even the later rangers looked at Xiudee quietly, not knowing if it was an illusion. Xiudee always felt that others looked at him a bit weird and thought it was a flaw. Xiudee worked harder to shake the information. If you suspect that the bar is full, you can play GG directly.

"...Do you really have no memory before this?"

Weiskell tried to find out the origin of Xiude, his faction or his parents, but the answer was no:

"No...Before this, everything about this world I had seemed to be a dream..."

Hearing this, Weskell's smile gradually disappeared, and he lowered his head to meditate.

Amnesia, the Holy See, the power of the weird blue, the people of the starry sky left behind...

"boom!"

A crisp sound shocked Xiude, and saw that the stone Wesker picked up from the ground had turned into powder and slipped between his fingers. The gray-haired apostle raised his head, and the scarlet eyes contained With a strong killing intent, it rises like substantial steam:

"Mongrel barbarians, beasts, born, soulless! How dare you blaspheme and blaspheme the sacred blood of the people of the starry sky? How dare you...ahhhhhh!"

Wesker let out a creepy growl deep in his throat, like an incompetent rage, but more like some kind of extremely sad cry.

With mist in the bloody eyes, Weskell placed one hand on Xiude's hand, and said very softly and firmly: