So, is this the source of the "abnormality"...With such a weak aura, it is no wonder that Senior Azriel's "horns" can't be accurately judged.

Jibril's cross-patterned pupils stared at Rope closely.

On the contrary, the black-haired youth did not move much, just looked at her calmly.

"Skywing species... Jibril."

"Huh? Have we met?"

Jibril was surprised when the other party reported his own life.

Rope shook his head, turned around and continued to look at the throne of "God of Nature" Kainas.

"It's just that I've heard your name before, and it's not something worth paying attention to. I don't intend to interfere in this battle between the Celestial Wing Species and the Mori Jing Species. Do what you should do."

"Sure enough, it's a spirit seed..."

The statement of the black-haired youth confirmed Jibril's guess.

Who is it?

Among the temples of the forest spirit, is the "God of Nature" Kainas?

wrong.

Jibril instantly rejected this speculation, Kainas’s quintessential power, she had heard Altsiu’s dictation, and would never show up like this. "God of Blacksmithing" Okan is even more impossible. Even though the appearance of the gods can be ever-changing, but Okan is enough to forge the heat of the world, it makes no sense for him not to be melted at such a distance.

"Why? Don't you go to the war with your sisters?" Rope asked again.

"Those long ears, without me, seniors can solve them."

Jibril threw away the head of the forest spirit in her hand, and after the elf's brilliant brilliance, the blood on her body disappeared without a trace.

"Compared to that, you are now a little more curious about you, an unknown **** and spirit seed. I heard that the creator of the red moon and the first moon chanting seed still exists. Is this your identity?"

"Ah……"

Rope smiled and shook his head.

"The eyesight that didn't regard me as Kainas is commendable, but...Miss Jibril, have you heard such a sentence?"

"what?"

"--Curiosity is deadly poison."

As if time and space are misplaced, space surges in an instant.

The spirit seed of the gods no longer hides power, and shows its authority over everything. Around Rope's standing, there was physical erosion, turning the temple's rocks into decay.

The huge pressure in the air suppressed Jibril on the ground, causing the bones of the Skywing species' wings to begin to creak.

The girl gritted her teeth, as if she refused to admit defeat, barely lifted her head and stared at the **** in front of her.

"As the Skywing Seed, what you can't think about is fighting and hunting. What kind of thoughts are "It's really lucky to be able to meet the God Spirit Seed, do you want to try to kill him?" "

Luo Pei said helplessly.

"I advise you to put away this delusion. Your lord is the one who stands at the same starting point as me. And you can only work hard to kill a dragon essence that is not even the "Dragon King". The opponent is not qualified. "

In the original book, Jibril, the "extra-special entity", is indeed good.

He is not completely surrendered to Artesiu, his thinking is not old-fashioned, and he even possesses the common sense of transcending the skywing species and the ability to hunt dragons independently.

But if Jibril moved up a bit, her power would not be enough.

As the evil **** of the multiverse, Ropey, the **** of disaster, fear and dream in this world, the only ones who can be his opponents are the surviving gods.

The black-haired youth pointed to the door of the Kainas Temple.

"The suggestion I just said is still valid, leave this door, and we shall assume that nothing happens."

His current goal is Cainas.

There is a Celestial Winged camp of "God of War" Artesiu, and Rope intends to solve it last.

If the starburst hunk is full of strength, he is really not sure of the superiority of the two in his heart. But if we can kill the remaining two gods before Arthusian, and destroy the spirits to absorb their power, I am afraid that the winning rate of the battle will be increased by a considerable number.

This is his plan.

One word, steady.

"This power... It turns out that you are the spirit seed that Senior Azriel said..."

It can be considered that the Skywing species is not afraid of death, and as a fanatical warrior, Jibril can still laugh in this situation.

"The spirit seed... from my birth till now, except for Master Altsiu, you are the first one to see with my own eyes... It's really unwilling to let me retreat like this..."

To others, Jibril's idea is simply incredible.

If you don't give up the obvious gap, it can be classified as "stupid."

But who made her be Jibril, an "extraordinary entity" created by the "God of War" full of expectations.

Following the rules of strength and weakness is what she hates most.

Because of this, Jibril was able to attack his lord again and again, even facing the fantasy species and dragon essence species that clearly surpassed his own existence.

Even with a win rate of one in ten million... What if the victory can belong to you?

"Artsius did extra things... Well, it is precisely because of this that you are the only one and the most popular Skywing species Jibril."

Rope smiled and said something the girl could not understand.

"It's a boring time, let me play with you."

"Sir, unfamiliar god, please don't use this tone that seems to be familiar to me...I will be angry."

Jibril struggled to raise his slender arm, and in the palm of his palm, the dark elves aggregated like electric sparks were shining.

It is not the "Sky Strike" trick of the Skywing.

She had only used "Sky Strike" against the God of War countless times, and she knew very clearly that "Heaven Strike" could not cause even a trace of damage to the spirit seeds of the gods.

There is only one chance to shoot.

Missing means death.

The unprecedented pressure made Jibril's blood boil. Maybe she can't see it herself, the smile at the corner of her mouth has reached the point of exaggeration.