Chapter 676: Absorb the light and temper the darkness!

Fan Mengxue's long hair that touches the ground dances without wind, like a demon who has traveled through ancient times.
But in her eyes there was only a pure darkness.
No emotions, no waves.
Just floating in the air quietly.
Perfect like a work of art.
Everyone in the Dark Council looked stupid.
But at this moment, a spear condensed by holy light flew across the sky and pierced Fan Mengxue's chest.
Metatron was full of crazy killing intent, "Don't be fooling around with me here, go to death!"
From the moment Fan Mengxue opened his eyes, Metatron felt a strong sense of crisis.
Until she was floating in the air, feeling the power of darkness that grew stronger.
There was finally a trace of panic in Metatron's heart.
It was this panic that made Metatron completely embarrassed.
As a god, he would be afraid of a duny master of darkness.
Because of this, Metatron will outrageously shoot.
This holy light spear came extremely fast, and it came close to Fan Mengxue almost instantly, but just when it was about to pierce Fan Mengxue's chest, it suddenly stopped.
Then Peng disintegrated and broke apart.
Metatron was shocked, "Impossible."
As soon as the voice fell, Fan Mengxue raised his eyes to look at him, still showing no emotion in his pure black eyes, then raised his right index finger and pointed at Metatron.
boom.
A black light that was stronger than night flashed across instantly, and Metatron had no time to react and was penetrated through his chest.
Metatron snorted, the holy light on his body flickered and he was already injured.
But as a high-level god, this injury can't knock him down.
He groaned angrily, and the holy light wings behind him flapped, his figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived behind Fan Mengxue.
The huge wings closed directly, wrapping Fan Mengxue in it.
Metatron grinned and said: "I admit that I underestimated you, but that's it! Go to death, Holy Light's punishment!"
Following his order, the surrounding holy light wings suddenly shook, as if a bomb was exploded inside, and strands of holy light flickered from the gap.
"Mengxue!" Karthus and others exclaimed.
Xue An looked calm, without any waves.
But when Metatron thought that Fan Mengxue was bound to die, the dazzling light wings gradually dimmed, and then black air began to spread on it.
Metatron exclaimed, "What's the matter?"
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding holy light wings burst apart, and Fan Mengxue stood unscathed in the air, still watching Metatron quietly with those pure black eyes.
"Ahhhhh! It hurts my wings, and I want to smash you into pieces!" Metatron roared in pain, and wanted to make a move.
At this moment, Fan Mengxue's long hair suddenly rose, turned into three thousand green silks, and rushed over in an instant, tying this Metatron tightly.
Metatron still wanted to struggle, but these hairs were like countless steel needles, directly inserted into Metatron's body.
Then, without waiting for him to speak, these hairs began to frantically absorb the light and holy light from him.
The green silk turned into countless pipes, in which the light shone, rushing to Fan Mengxue quickly.
"How is it possible..., Mengxue absorbs so much light, isn't it afraid of clashing with her own dark power and exploding?" Karthus exclaimed.
Anastasia shook her head, and said solemnly: "You don't understand, Mengxue now has the power of darkness in control of the most origin, and darkness and light are one at the most origin. It absorbs light and It is equivalent to tempering the darkness."
Hearing her say that, Karthus nodded, seemingly understanding.
at the same time.
Metatron in the sky finally felt the fear of death.
Because the power of light in him is being absorbed madly.
In the blink of an eye, he had already lost more than half of the light.
If this continues, after a while, he will be caught by soy sauce.
At that time, no matter what high-level he is, he will fall.
"No...no! Please let me go, I know I was wrong, I will return to the God Realm now, and I won't come again!" Metatron began to beg for mercy.
The Dark Council and the night elves heard a moment of silence.
The Holy Light Angel, who was still flaunting his might just now, actually began to beg for mercy?
Fan Mengxue didn't seem to hear her, her hair was inserted deeper in an instant, and her absorption speed suddenly began to increase.
"No...you can't do this to me, I'm a god! If you don't let me go, then I will blew myself up, and then we will all have to die!" Metatron said grimly, and began to kill him. Do threats.
It was just that his words still did not cause any emotional fluctuations in Fan Mengxue, and the speed of absorbing the Holy Light did not slow down.
Metatron began to age at a rate visible to the naked eye.
In the end, Metatron had a look of cruelty in his eyes.
If this continues, it will be impossible for me to blew myself up.
So he roared, "Die me!"
As he said, a dangerous holy light began to flash on his body.
This is the prelude to the explosion.
But at this moment, Xue An squinted his eyes slightly, and the huge divine consciousness rushed forward, directly dispelling Metatron's divine consciousness, who was unprepared.
"Why do you have such a powerful mind?" Metatron was almost as if he had seen a ghost.
Xue An said indifferently: "This question, wait for you to think about it slowly after you die!"
With that, Metatron's remaining divine mind was completely annihilated.
And his body completely turned into Fan Mengxue's nourishment, and all the holy light was absorbed.
After a while.
Metatron's body turned into powder, Fan Mengxue's hair retracted, becoming the same as normal hair.
However, Fan Mengxue's dark aura became stronger and stronger.
The strength of this dark coercion even caused a small cyclone around Fan Mengxue's body, and her face was like a god, which made people afraid to look directly.
Xue quietly looked at ~EbookFREE.me~ and did not dodge.
Fan Mengxue did not move either.
After a while.
A ray of light suddenly appeared in Fan Mengxue's eyes.
Then the expression on his face gradually became clear from the confusion.
Finally, her eyes became clear again, and she stared at Xue An blankly.
"Xue An..."
Xue An smiled slightly and nodded, "Are you awake?"
Fan Mengxue knew nothing about what had just happened. She only knew that when she opened her eyes, she saw Xue An looking at herself with a smile in the distance.
This feeling made her understand that she was not dead.
And even if he is dead, as long as he can see Xue An, it does not matter.