: 1358 Burning in the fire of Hong Lianlian

"啪叽...啪叽啪叽..."
The high hanging garden in midair did not know when it started, and gradually collapsed.
A burst of purple-black poison gas filled the garden like a dense fog, covering the entire garden.
Under the erosion of poisonous gas, the garden is amazed.
The life of flowers and trees was taken away and gradually withered.
The anger of the earth is consumed and turned into dry stones.
The buildings in the buildings were piled up like sand, and gradually became grayish white in the terrible gas, and then sprinkled with the wind.
In this case, the entire sky garden seems to be melted by the snow, cracked by a little bit, gradually disintegrated, and finally scattered like a gravel to the direction of the earth.
Under such circumstances, the sky garden finally lost the power to continue to soar, and in a roar of sound, began to fall down.
The poison gas is surging like a swamp.
The surrounding airflow is even close.
The violent friction made the sky garden as a whole a huge meteorite, and there was a fire that fell in the acceleration.
If this continues, the disaster that will be caused by this meteorite falling on the earth is not difficult to imagine.
Not to mention, the poisonous gas that has been volatilizing the horrible toxicity will also attack the real land as the sky garden falls.
At that time, in the face of the terrible poison of the fear of the gods, this era will also encounter terrible influences, ushered in the same great disaster as the end of the world.
It is a pity that this piece of rock that will bring great damage to human history is destined to fall to the ground.
"Hey..."
At first it was just a small one.
A small fireworks like a red lotus.
It did not have any precursors that burned in the center of the garden that gradually became a rock, and gradually became strong.
The fire of the red lotus is beautiful.
In the purple gas of the marsh, the bright colors seem to add a little pleasing to the world, so that it will not fall.
The fire of the red lotus is also sacred.
In the fog that carries the amazing toxicity, it is like a silt that is not dyed, slowly burning, and burns the poison gas that is trying to erode.
As the red lotus flame grew stronger, finally, it broke out in one breath.
Like the inflated current, the flame of Honglian hits all directions and wraps the entire sky garden.
The air garden that fell in the direction of the earth completely turned into a big fireball.
And in the fireball, everything is burning.
Flowers and trees are burning.
The earth palace is burning.
Rubble debris is burning.
The poisonous gas is also burning.
"Hey!"
Not far from the burning air garden, a eagle carries several lords and several followers, like a mirage, appearing in the air.
"what…"
I don't know who made this sound.
That is amazement.
That is moving.
At this moment, whether it is Yuan Laiguang, Fiorie, Corus, Sieg or Astorfo, gazing at the burning eyes of the burning red lotus is full of exclamation and touch.
Because, it is too beautiful, too sacred.
Obviously, it is the ability to burn everything, but no one thinks it is terrible.
At least, no one in the presence of the person will know what the meaning of the flame represents.
How can it be terrible to burn the red lotus fire at the cost of the life of the saint?
The flame, the meaning of its existence, is not to destroy, but to purify all the sins of the world.
Therefore, the sky garden is burning, and the mythological poison is burning.
Everything that is about to bring to the inevitable catastrophe of human history is burned in the sacred flame and gradually purified.
Therefore, the hearts of the people are only moved, there is no fear.
However, in addition to being touched, there is still an indelible grief in the hearts of everyone.
"Jude..."
Astorford’s voice was saddened by tears.
Zig, Fiore and Coles are also silent, and the emotions flowing in the heart are nothing else. It is sorrow.
Only the source of Laiguang, gazing at the fire that purifies all evil red lotuses, there is no sorrow in the eyes, no sorrow, and some are only respectful.
"She is indeed a saint..."
In order to save the people on the ground and wipe out the coming disaster, the saint named Jude burned himself and turned into a fire of red lotus, burning all the gardens and poisonous gas, leaving no trace of residue.
For the source of the "ghost" in the body, the saint is too dazzling.
Of course, the source of Lai Guang is also a sorrow of sorrow.
Although there is not much communication with Jude, this Genji leader, who is like a motherhood incarnation, can't help thinking about it.
"She is only 19 years old..."
Why can such a young girl give her life for humanity?
This point, as a source of heroes, is not incomprehensible, but understands that he can't understand all.
Because, the source of Laiguang is only a hero, once guarded is only a Kyoto, not all human beings.
For this reason, Yuan Laiguang believes that he should not arrogantly understand the other's consciousness, only need to respect.
However, only tears can't flow.
After all, that's not a bad thing, isn't it?
With such an idea, Yuan Laiguang watched the garden that gradually disappeared under the burning of the fire of Honglian.
"gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
The sorrow of the serpent in Mesopotamian mythology was gradually burned out in the fire of Honglian, and finally disappeared completely.
In this way, the garden carrying the mythical level of poisonousness ushered in purification and was burned out.
At this time, Fiore issued an exclamation.
"Look there!"
Everyone suddenly followed the direction pointed by Fiore and looked at the center of the fire of Honglian.
Everyone saw it in the next second.
"Hey!"
The Great Grail, which blooms with radiance, is as sheltered by the fire of the Red Lotus. Not only is there no sign of burning, but it is borne by the flame.
"The Lord!"
Source Laiguang did not want to, and turned himself into a thunderbolt, and swept away to the Great Holy Grail, which was held by the flame of Honglian.
"Jun Ying! We are also gone!"
Astorfo quickly patted the head of the eagle, letting the eagle screamed with dissatisfaction and rushed toward the direction of the Great Grail.
And no one found out.
The red lotus fire that holds the Great Holy Grail is gradually turning into a beautiful figure.
Gorgeous purple long hair flutters in the flames.
The dazzling figure floats in the light of the Grail.
The world-class singer, like the goddess born in the flame, appeared before the Great Holy Grail.
Immediately, slowly opened his eyes, revealing a helpless smile, so to speak.
"It's really self-willed."