Chapter 373 The First Kiss
Within the rift, the fragment of the originally vibrant green grassland world has now been completely engulfed by the crimson flames.
Those flames were like ferocious beasts, licking every inch of soil on the earth frantically.
The grass had long since turned to ashes, the soil had been baked and cracked, and the entire world's fragments were twisted and deformed in this scorching sea of fire.
Flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the originally soft sky blood red. Even the fragments of other worlds floating in the distance could clearly feel the destructive heat wave.
And whenever these crimson flames were about to go out, a strange evil wind would blow up from the void.
The sound of the wind was like crying and complaining, carrying a feeling of unwillingness and anger.
Then, the flames that should have been extinguished will be rekindled,
More violent and violent than before, it once again spread across the entire fragment of the world.
The dark red sword energy of the End and the crimson flame of the Feiying collided violently in the air, and every confrontation would produce a huge explosion and dazzling light.
The demonic power fluctuations generated by those collisions were like waves, one after another, shaking the entire space.
This fight between the goblins was extremely brutal. Although we couldn't see the specific process of the battle, we could feel its intensity from the changes in the environment.
The earth was torn into deep gullies, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.
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Feiying didn't know how many times she had been knocked down.
She wasn't sure whether she had ever hurt Zhongmo, and she wasn't even sure what Zhongmo's current condition was.
Now there was only one simple and pure thought left in her mind.
Light it up! Light it up! Light it up!
Even if the flame of the Fire Flower is extinguished again and again by the sword energy of the end, she will try her best to find everything that can burn.
Plants, soil, even her own blood, everything can become fuel for her to reignite the flame.
When all the combustible materials in the outside world were consumed, Feiying even began to burn her own authority itself.
She frantically extracted the power from deep within the Flame Flower, transforming it into flames at all costs.
The flames became hotter and hotter, and their color became darker and darker, from the initial orange-red to crimson, and finally even took on a hint of purple.
This act of burning authority itself is extremely dangerous, just like the goblins in the pre-civilization era.
Once over-consumption occurs, one will fall into a permanent sleep.
But Feiying couldn't care less at this moment.
After working so hard for so long, she didn't want to give up just like that.
She wanted to prove herself and give Tao Yao a slap in the face.
Let Taoyao know that you are qualified to stand by Taoyao's side!
The battle continued, Feiying fell down again and again, and stood up again and again.
Her body was already covered with wounds, and her clothes were stained with blood.
But the unyielding fire still burned in her eyes.
Each time she stood up again, her movements were slower than before.
But her will became even stronger.
In the end, Feiying only remembered that after countless resurgences, the enemy seemed to be finally irritated by her tenacity.
At that moment, the Sword of End in the hand of End emitted an incomparably bright and dazzling light!
The light devoured everything around it like a black hole; even Feiying's flames seemed dim in front of that power.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light containing destructive demonic power cut through the sky and accurately slashed towards Feiying's body.
The sword hit her hard.
Do you want to say it hurts?
Perhaps the pain felt in this battle was too much.
Feiying, on the other hand, didn't feel anything special.
The pain had become numb to her, as familiar as an old friend.
After enduring this sword, Feiying instinctively wanted to ignite the flame of the fire flower again and continue fighting.
However, the moment she tried to use her authority, she was horrified to find that a strange aura of the end was emanating from the wound on her body caused by the Sword of the End.
The breath quickly spread throughout her body like poison, completely extinguishing the fire she had just ignited.
This phenomenon made Feiying feel unprecedented despair.
She tried her best to rekindle the flame, but every attempt was blocked by the breath of the end.
As if she was under some kind of curse, she could no longer use the power of the Flame Flower.
Feiying, who was defeated repeatedly, became increasingly weaker after losing the support of power.
Her body began to shake, and her breathing became more and more rapid. All the pain that had been suppressed before now surged up, making her feel dizzy.
Her consciousness began to blur and her vision became increasingly unclear.
She tried desperately to control herself from closing her eyes and falling down at this moment. She still had things to say and things to do.
But the body's limit has finally been reached.
Finally, Feiying couldn't hold on any longer, and she felt her body falling backwards uncontrollably.
Just when she thought she was going to fall heavily to the ground, she unexpectedly felt herself falling into a gentle and familiar embrace.
The embrace was so warm and had a faint floral scent, which made her want to fall asleep peacefully.
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After the battle, the final state does not look easy.
At this moment, her black dress was burned to tatters by the raging flames, and her original elegance was almost unrecognizable.
There were obvious burnt marks on the hem of her skirt, and even her long hair, which she was so proud of, had a small part burned off by the inexplicable flames, making her look extremely disheveled.
At the same time, her face was stained with some dark ashes, which were traces left by the fierce battle just now.
These battle damages made the usually high-handed End seem a little unbearable, completely lacking the calm and majestic feeling it had before.
In the end, he quietly looked at Feiying lying on the Original Flower, and then looked at the small but clearly visible wound on his fingertips.
Those were the marks left by the burns from Feiying's flames during the battle just now. Although they were not deep, this little goblin had indeed hurt her.
For this reason, Zhongmo's face looked a little ugly and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Although, judging from the results, she did win the battle.
Feiying had completely lost her ability to fight and lay on the Original Flower, unable to move.
But she herself was made into a mess by this seemingly weak goblin, and even part of her most precious hair was burned off.
This made the end, who always pursued perfection, feel very unhappy.
What she was most worried about was that Yuanchu would see her in such a miserable state, which would affect her image in Yuanchu's mind.
Just thinking about it.
The final moment was even more unpleasant.
Then she took a deep breath and tried to calm her inner dissatisfaction.
"Such a fairy, with such authority, is considered quite unique even among all the flowers."
There was a hint of helplessness and emotion in her voice. She really didn't expect Feiying to be so difficult to deal with.
The almost crazy and seemingly endless resurgence forced her to use more power than expected to completely suppress it.
At this moment, Tao Yao's pink figure slowly emerged above the huge primordial flower.
She looked down at Feiying lying in her original flower heart, and the expression on her face also seemed somewhat distressed and complicated.
When her eyes fell on the dense cracks on Feiying's body, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of heartache.
Those cracks were all over Feiying's body, like broken porcelain, which looked shocking.
These are all the consequences of excessive use of demonic power and forced burning of the self.
Each crack represents the pain and price Feiying suffered in the battle just now.
Even Tao Yao, who has long kept herself out of things and remained indifferent to many things.
When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of heartache and guilt in her heart.
This child paid such a huge price just to see her and to prove himself.
Tao Yao was silent for a moment.
Then she began to mobilize her original authority.
The pink primordial demonic power began to flow out slowly from the heart of the primordial flower, like gentle flowing water, gradually gathering on Feiying's body.
Those demonic powers had warm and healing properties, gently surrounding Feiying's injured body.
Taoyao's primordial power began to take effect, silently repairing the dense cracks on Feiying's body caused by excessive use of demonic power and burning of herself.
And those scars that originally looked shocking began to heal slowly under the healing power of the primordial force.
Before long, all the terrifying cracks on Feiying's body, which were densely packed and enough to cause trypophobia, disappeared.
Her skin became smooth and white again, and she looked as if she had never been injured.
However, in addition to the cracks caused by the burning self, there is another scar that has not been healed.
The sword wound on Feiying's lower abdomen caused by the Sword of the End is still clearly there.
Even, from time to time, some dark red breath of the end would emerge from the wound, like a living poisonous snake hovering there.
When Taoyao's primordial power came into contact with this scar, it did not work like it did to heal other wounds.
On the contrary, those final auras actively repel the approach of the original force, making the healing completely ineffective.
At this moment, the End spoke.
"Don't waste your demon power."
There was a hint of depression and irritability in Zhongmo's tone, and it was obvious that she was not completely satisfied with the outcome of the battle just now.
"In order to prevent her from hindering us again, I deliberately consumed a precious flower petal of the End Flower and attached a trace of the power of the End Flower to the wound."
The final explanation sounded somewhat reluctant, as if some great sacrifice had been forced upon him.
"This wound will always be with her and will continue to inhibit her power."
"Although this will not prevent her from using her demonic power in a small area, once the flames burn excessively, the terminal characteristics I left behind will be immediately activated, forcibly extinguishing her prairie fire."
When Zhongmo said this, there was obviously a hint of depression and irritability in his tone.
Obviously, in order to completely suppress Feiying, this extremely difficult fairy who might even continue to cause trouble in the future, she finally paid a huge price that she had not originally intended to pay.
She even consumed her own precious petals to cause this result, which was undoubtedly a great loss for her.
Listening to Zhongmo's words and looking at the sword wound on Feiying's abdomen that was still emitting a black aura, Tao Yao's expression became more solemn.
"You mean, this is equivalent to putting a curse on her?"