Chapter 1545 (1/2)

St. Peter, St. Andrew, Jacob, St. John, St. Philip, St. Bartholomew, St. domer, Matthew, Simon, Alphaeus, St. Matthew, Matthias.

The remains of the divine consciousness of these people who have left a great reputation in history are staring at this uninvited guest thousands of years later from the ark created by the Lord.

If the spirit is sweating, he is already sweating his palms. However, he didn't step back. He just pointed at the fish intestine, and the tip of the sword was facing the twelve disciples of the Lord.

Behind him, the universe of divine consciousness has begun to close again, and the remaining divine consciousness has made up the gap cut out by the half sword Xuanyuan, and no one has come here except him.

Since there is no way to retreat, why should we retreat again?

The twelve disciples didn't have any expression, they were just the remnant of the divine consciousness. Even if there was a saint who showed his sword to the twelve Taixu, why did they care.

Kill!!

The wind blows through the ears, the stars fly in the cold night, the sword light is wrapped around the body, and if the dragon goes out to sea, the fearless talisman turns into thousands of white silk threads and soars into the void. Xu Yangyi rushes to the golden flash in the center, swallowing the talisman to the peak. However, the sword light passed, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Brush... The calm brought by a gust of wind, there is no anticipated pressure, there is no insurmountable mountain. By the light of the sword, the shadow of the twelve disciples disappeared like a sand castle.

No... they didn't disappear completely. Their divine consciousness turned into a kind of golden talisman, holy but not group. They slowly lingered in this space, and... Gradually formed a golden whirlpool of 100 meters.

In Shenzhi, the share is rising rapidly, 80% and 90%!

”How?” Xu Yangyi looked at the virtual shadow around him in amazement. What the hell is going on? These are the twelve disciples! The legendary sage, even the divine sense, is not easy to break!

And he didn't feel his consciousness touch anything at all.

Hum... The golden light is in full swing, like opening the door of heaven, with a sense of worship rising in my heart, like standing in Qomolangma, looking up at the starry sky, like drowning in the deep ocean, looking into the sky. Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed a moment of absence, but immediately his chest burst into a purple light, once again Qingming.

Desire talisman launch, in addition to the desire of the Lord, no one can let him sincerely kneel down.

”This is... The power of Javert?” He opened his mouth slightly and shook his head: ”Noah's Ark... Twelve disciples... This Javert... God?”

GOD .

God.

God.

The only true God of Catholicism... This idea just flashed, his eyes looked at the center of the golden vortex, where a hazy thing was floating in it. Although he couldn't see what it was, he suddenly had a guess.

In the history of Catholicism, there is one thing that only exists in legend and has never been found.

It's a myth, no doubt an artifact. All people who have heard it think it's a joke of God. But now Noah's Ark has appeared, and that thing... If it really exists, it will really exist in one place

So, only here.

”Yawei's blood...” just when he lost his mind, a magnificent voice floated in the air, and he just relaxed again: ”who?”

No one answered.

However, visible to the naked eye, the void actually spread out a blood colored silk thread, with the golden light slowly rotating into the vortex, more and more, faster and faster! A few seconds later, the golden light has been stained with a touch of blood red visible to the naked eye.

It's like blood moon.

The whirlpool didn't fluctuate at all. A man and woman's indistinguishable voice sounded slowly, as if asking: ”are you sacrificing blood?”

Blood sacrifice?

Xu Yangyi frowned slightly, and suddenly his pupils shrank. He thought of a detail.

He didn't deal with his injury.

Because it's too late, now race against the clock, Raytheon will climb to the highest peak at any time. Therefore, he took part in the battle of divine consciousness with injuries, and his whole body was full of blood.

As a magic weapon without a master at present, blood dripping is one of the ways to never betray!

But

Who drew the array for him?

In order to make Noah's Ark an artifact to recognize the Lord, the array is by no means too empty to be able to do, even it is impossible to walk alone. After all, this is a ship of hope created by Javert. Who can endure his blood sacrifice?

He didn't open his mouth. There seemed to be silence in the whirlpool. The next second, he suddenly felt a kind of vision.Everywhere. There's no trace.

As if the light of the sun and the moon as natural, will he from head to foot, inside and outside to see clearly. For a long time, the voice in the vortex sounded again: ”the legacy of Yawei... The eastern genealogy... The legacy of chaos...”

”Do you... Want to accept Noah's Ark?”