Chapter 676 Absorb Light, Temper Darkness!

Fan Mengxue's long hair that reached the ground danced without wind, like a demon god who came through the ages.

But there was only an extremely pure darkness in her eyes.

No joy or anger, no waves.

Just floating in mid-air quietly.

Perfect like a work of art.

Everyone in the Dark Council was dumbfounded.

But at this moment, a spear made of condensed holy light flew across the sky, piercing Fan Mengxue's chest.

Metatron's face was full of crazy killing intent, "Stop playing tricks on me here, go to hell!"

From the moment Fan Mengxue opened her eyes, Metatron felt a strong sense of crisis.

Until she was floating in midair, feeling the increasingly thick power of darkness.

A trace of panic finally rose in Metatron's heart.

It was this trace of panic that made Metatron completely annoyed.

As a god, I am actually afraid of a secular Lord of Darkness.

Because of this, Metatron would make a bold move.

This spear of holy light came very fast, and it came to Fan Mengxue almost instantly, but just when it was about to stab Fan Mengxue in the chest, it stopped suddenly.

Then it disintegrated and shattered with a bang.

Metatron turned pale with shock, "Impossible."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fan Mengxue raised her eyes to look at him, her pure black eyes were still devoid of emotion, then raised her right index finger and pointed at Metatron.

boom.

A black glow stronger than the darkness of night flashed across in an instant, before Metatron had no time to react, it was pierced 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 snorted angrily,

The wings of the holy light flapped behind him, and his figure disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already behind Fan Mengxue.

The huge wings directly closed, enveloping Fan Mengxue completely.

Metatron grinned and said: "I admit that I have underestimated you, but that's it! Go to hell, holy light punishment!"

Following his order, the surrounding wings of the holy light shook suddenly, as if a bomb had exploded inside, wisps of holy light flashed out from the gap.

"Mengxue!" Karthus and the others exclaimed.

Xue An's expression was calm, without any disturbance.

But just when Metatron thought that Fan Mengxue was bound to die, the dazzling wings of the holy light gradually dimmed, and then black air began to spread on them.

Metatron screamed, "What's going on?"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding wings of the Holy Light exploded, and Fan Mengxue stood in the midair unscathed, still quietly watching Metatron with those pure black eyes.

"Ahhhhh! You actually hurt my wings, I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Metatron screamed in pain, and wanted to make a move.

At this moment, Fan Mengxue's long hair suddenly rose, turning into three thousand black threads, and rushed over in an instant, tying Metatron tightly.

Metatron still wanted to struggle, but these hairs were like countless steel needles, directly inserted into Metatron's body.

And without waiting for him to speak, these strands of hair began to crazily absorb the bright holy light on his body.

The black hair turned into countless pipes, in which the light was shining, rushing toward Fan Mengxue's body.

"How is it possible... Mengxue absorbs so much light, isn't she afraid of colliding with her own dark power and bursting?" Karthus exclaimed.

Anastasia shook her head, and said solemnly: "You don't understand, Mengxue has now controlled the most original power of darkness, and darkness and light are one at the most original time. Absorb light, then It is equivalent to tempering the darkness."

Hearing what she said, Karthus nodded half-understood.

at the same time.

Metatron in the sky finally felt the fear of death.

Because the power of light on his body is being absorbed crazily.

In the blink of an eye, he had already lost more than half of his bright and holy light.

If this continues, he will be pumped and fucked after a while.

At that time, no matter what high-level god he is, he will also fall.

"No...don't! Please let me go, I know I was wrong, I will return to the God Realm now, and never come again!" Metatron begged for mercy.

The Dark Council and the night elves were silent for a while.

The Angel of Light, who was flaunting his power just now, is begging for mercy now?

But Fan Mengxue didn't seem to hear it, the hair was inserted deeper in an instant, and the speed of absorption suddenly began to accelerate.

"No...you can't do this to me, I'm a god! If you don't let me go, then I'll blow myself up, and then we'll all die!" Metatron said with a ferocious face, and began to take the same death make threats.

It's just that his words still didn't arouse Fan Mengxue's emotions, and the speed of absorbing the holy light didn't slow down at all.

Metatron began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, a ruthless look appeared in Metatron's eyes.

If it goes on like this, even if you want to blew yourself up, it will be impossible.

So he roared, "Die to me!"

As he said that, a dangerous holy light began to shine on him.

This is the prelude to self-destruction.

But at this moment, Xue An narrowed his eyes slightly, and a huge divine sense rushed towards him, directly dispelling the defenseless Metatron's divine sense.

"How come you have such a powerful divine sense?" Metatron seemed to have seen a ghost.

Xue An said lightly: "This question, think about it slowly after you die!"

With that said, Metatron's remaining divine sense was completely wiped out.

And his body completely turned into the nourishment of Fan Mengxue, all the holy light was absorbed.

After a while.

Metatron's body turned into powder, and Fan Mengxue's hair retracted, becoming the same as normal hair.

But the dark aura on Fan Mengxue's body became stronger and stronger.

This kind of dark coercion was so strong that it even caused a small cyclone to appear around Fan Mengxue's body, and her face was even more like a deity, which made people dare not look directly at it.

Xue Jing watched quietly, and did not dodge.

Fan Mengxue didn't move either.

After a while.

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in Fan Mengxue's eyes.

Then the expression on his face gradually regained consciousness from confusion.

Finally, her eyes became clear again, and she stared blankly at Xue An.

"Xue An..."

Xue An smiled slightly and nodded, "Are you awake?"

Fan Mengxue didn't know anything about what happened just now, she only knew that when she opened her eyes, she saw Xue An looking at her with a smile in the distance.

This feeling made her understand that she was not dead.

And even if he died, as long as he could see Xue An, that would be fine.