Chapter 351 350. The God of Clean Fire

  Lu Yi once saw a clean fire from Hedao Taisha. The pale flame could be ignited even in the air, and in the flames, even eternity would pass away.

  But he has never seen a clean fire from an ordinary witch.

  It is said that only the **** child of Wajima Taisha can control the clean fire. It is a colorful flame that carries the wish of the gods. Before this flame, ordinary witches can only be burned to the end.

  But, in Kohaku's hand, a pale flame ignited.

  The flame looked cold and indifferent, as ruthless as the sight projected by a god.

  In the pale, with the rainbow-like luster, pure black churning, wrapped in the pale, and quickly covered by the gray white, countless colors brewing in this flame, no one can recognize all the colors.

   "Clean fire."

  Lu Kie knew that when he saw the flame, it meant that Amber’s will had been decided.

She will abandon the plain and simple life of an ordinary girl, go to the Dasha Shrine, compete for the highest position, become the priest maiden above 10,000, serve the gods all her life, protect the island, and never again. Will take a step out of Hedao Taisha.

  Furthermore, Lu Yi was very convinced that Amber could do it if he wanted it.

  Because no maiden can freely control the clean fire before he inherits the position of the **** child, they can't even touch it.

  Ke Amber, she is really the chosen one. She may be the strongest maiden except for the first priest maiden.

  The pale and variegated flame struck Amber’s skin without burning her, but flew towards the sky like a living thing, towards the place of the government office.

There, trees made up of human flesh and bones grow on the edge of the dark green pool. On the trees grow incomplete human heads with painful expressions, and various monsters made up of human limbs. Insects, birds, and wild beasts shuttle in the black fog. No living thing can tolerate such an environment. Normal people will doubt the authenticity of the world even if they just look at it, and eventually choose to commit suicide in madness.

  Silent flames bloomed in the darkest and most foggy locations.

  Like a ray of light that pierced the darkness, the flames spread quickly and swallowed the green pond, the ground full of fungus blankets, the twisted trees, and everything from the abyss.

  Everything belongs to the original flame that was born at the time of the creation of the world.

  Those wailing, those anger, those unwilling, all disappeared with the flames.

  In front of Lu Zin, countless monsters emerged.

  Part of them was to escape the clean fire behind them, and part of them wanted to kill all the living creatures they saw. On the already empty island, they saw Lu Zan and Humber.

  Lu Yi saw that Humber was muttering words.

  It was something he had known before, but he couldn't understand it, like a ballad.

  In the myths and legends that Lu Zin knew about the witches, the first witches danced and sang to please the gods. Therefore, the first witches were worshipped by singing and dancing to worship the gods.

  Now, Amber seems to be dancing.

  She lifted her right hand gently, as if she had picked up an invisible folding fan, and the fan was gently swung, and a colorful black flame swallowed the filth who was trying to rush over.

  The boundary line formed by a flame is formed between the two people and the foul.

  Lu Yi felt a bit overestimating himself.

  He is not here, Amber will not suffer any harm.

  Even, because Lu Zan was here, Amber could not directly clean the entire island with a clean fire. On the contrary, he also dragged down Amber’s combat effectiveness.

  In the center of Changfeng Island, a thorough purification is unfolding.

  On the outskirts of Changfeng Island, the islanders who were lucky enough to get on the boat to leave the island are struggling to paddle, trying to escape from their hometown.

  They saw their native hometown, shrouded in black clouds, and washed away by the flames intertwined with pale and pitch black. No one could have any emotion.

  In the collision of such extraordinary power, mortals can only look up.

  Some people kneel down on their knees, chanting prayers dedicated to the witches, some go crazy and laugh like never before, some are silent, and their faces are full of melancholy and sadness.

  On the beach where the black mist spreads on the shore, Laika is about to throw the hostess and the little girl into the boat.

  However, several filths tried their best to extend their tentacles. They wrapped around the mistress's ankle. The corrosive force quickly festered and fell, and the mistress lost her center of gravity.

  Lyka is afraid of the black mist, seeing two people, one large and one small, about to be swallowed by the black mist.

  At this moment, most of the body had been corrupted by the filth, and the mistress, who had become inhuman and ghost, suddenly showed power that she had never had in her life.

  She tried her best to throw her daughter out of the black mist that made mortals desperate.

Lycra caught the little girl.

  The little girl did not see the last expression of her mother. She did not see the eyes that were intertwined with comfort and fear, fear and despair, and Lycra did not understand this human emotion.

  It and the little girl boarded the boat, and amid the wailing of howling and crying, the boat swiftly headed towards the sea.

  On the beach, colorful black flames engulfed those filth, dust returned to dust, soil returned to earth, everything was shrouded in silence.

  Looking at the crying little girl, Lycra changed back to the appearance of Corgi, using her body to warm the little girl’s body temperature that had become cold because of fear.

  It yelled twice towards the island, but there was no response.

  At this moment, a clear and sweet bell rang from the sky.

  Everyone, no matter what mood or state they were in before, now they raise their heads because of the ringtone.

  Looking up at the sky, a silver streamer came from the direction of the island and fell to the center of the island.

  A more majestic and bright flame ignited.

   "It's the Son of God!"

   "God, please save us!"

   "My Son of God, please forgive my sins and please redeem my soul."

  The islanders knelt and bowed their heads towards Changfeng Island, offering their devotion and faith.

  At this moment, someone saw that there were two figures in the flame.

  One of them is tall and handsome.

  In front of him, stood a petite girl.

  The girl’s black hair was drifting in the wind, and in her amber eyes, pale flames condensed.

  "The Son of God has appeared!!!"

  "My Lord God, My Lord God!"

  "It's saved, we're saved"

  The ignorant islanders thought that this was the priest maiden of Hedao Taisha, their voices trembled more and more, surrendering to this transcendent power.

  Only Lu Zan knew that a young girl had disappeared in this pure fire.

  From now on, she is Kohaku, the next chief priest of Hedao Taisha Shrine.

  (End of this chapter)