I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 958. Distinguishing
With a heart full of trepidation, Xia Feng urged the black crow feathers to move.

After his spiritual power reached the divine realm, he clearly sensed that the moment the raven feather shattered, it was as if countless planes overlapped at that moment.

A tiny ripple spread out from the current point in time and space.

Fortunately, our current location coincides with the Sumeru Realm, which has been releasing dimensional ripples from time to time over the past month, attracting the attention of all parties.

Therefore, the dimensional ripples at this moment are insignificant.

Xia Feng's eyes flashed and then brightened.

The World Tree, which blots out the sky, comes into view, with its ever-burning blue flames surging and swirling on the highest divine steps.

The throne was set in the center of the tree base. The woman in the star-patterned dress still had her demeanor. Crystal-white dragon scales adorned the upturned corner of her left eye. Her exquisitely beautiful face was both enchanting and holy.

The dark gold cross-shaped sword between her brows exuded a sacred and inviolable aura. Her upturned eyelids were lowered, her left hand rested against her exquisite face, and her legs were crossed, her posture languid.

It seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Xia Feng was momentarily dazed, as if he were seeing a terrifying scene in his nightmare: the Dragon God, with tears of blood streaming down his face, staring blankly at him.

Fortunately, after standing still for two seconds, no nightmare appeared on the throne.

Moreover, in the nightmare, Miss Evil Dragon was sitting upright.

As for now, Miss Evil Dragon is sitting lazily with her cheeks resting on her hands.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng was once again in a daze, as if he saw the evil empress sitting high on her back with her divine face turned to the side, her demeanor dignified and her vertical pupils looking down at him with majesty.

Xia Feng sighed and shook his head, guessing that it was because he had spent too much time with that perverted empress that he subconsciously became wary of Miss Evil Dragon when he saw her.

As he pondered, he took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the divine staircase.

Miss Evil Dragon remained serene with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

However, Xia Feng roughly guessed that Miss Evil Dragon was angry because he hadn't entered the sealed land to pay his respects for three months, and was deliberately ignoring him.

Xia Feng walked through the endless blue flames swirling around the divine steps and quickly arrived in front of the divine throne. He blinked and stared at the majestic face of the Evil Dragon Miss for a while.

After thinking for a moment, he knelt on one knee, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "Your most faithful believer, Xia Feng, pays his respects to the Divine Lord."

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However, there was still no movement on the throne.

After a long silence, Xia Feng raised his eyes in confusion, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.

He quickly stood up and stood directly in front of the woman in the star-patterned dress, observed her for a moment, stroked his chin, and murmured looking down at her, "Could it be..."

"!" The empress, who was pretending to be asleep, was startled. Could it be that she had been discovered?

Is there really such a big difference between me and my original self?

"Could it be that it couldn't withstand the power of the seal and fell into slumber again?" Xia Feng murmured thoughtfully.

Empress: "."

As expected, I am no different from the original self; how could these mere believers possibly tell the difference?

"That perverted empress is extremely wicked. She only provoked her a few times, so she deliberately stopped helping the original body share the pain."

The condescending mutterings of the believer echoed again before her knees, causing the dragon tail beneath the Empress's skirt to tighten involuntarily. A perverted Empress? Extremely wicked?!

This is outrageous!
This guy.
Xia Feng stroked his chin and continued his analysis, roughly guessing the truth: "Without the monstrous Empress's help, the main body naturally couldn't withstand the ever-increasing sealing power, and was forced to fall back into dragon slumber. In this light, the nightmare I had before wasn't unfounded, but rather my sixth sense telling me that the Dragon God was experiencing increasingly desperate suffering." Although the nightmare was deliberately created for you by me, it was pretty much accurate. You, my believer, aren't exactly stupid, the Empress thought calmly.

"Since the dragon fell into slumber due to the intensification of the sealing power, to awaken the Dragon God again, we only need to do what we did when we first entered the sealed land to awaken the Dragon God."

Xia Feng quickly came up with a solution: "Use the method of absorbing evil energy to share the Dragon God's suffering."

Without hesitation, Xia Feng reached out and gently lifted the woman in the star-patterned dress up.

Di Si's face was perfect. The left half of her face had desolate, snow-white dragon scales that extended to the corners of her upturned eyes, making her exceptionally alluring. The right half of her face, however, was sacred and breathtaking, pure and untouched by the dust of the world.

As she raised her chin, strands of soft, ash-gray hair fell down to her lips.

With her delicate face slightly tilted upwards, Xia Feng slowly lowered his head and brought his lips close to hers by half an inch.

The Empress kept her long, slender eyelids lowered, feigning sleep with her eyes closed, but the dragon tail beneath her imperial skirt tightened uncontrollably.

In stark contrast to the brutality she displayed at the Temple of Apocalypse, the believer's actions were now gentle.

This guy... ugh!

My mind went blank for a moment, and my train of thought faltered.

To prevent any accidents, she deliberately did not use her spiritual vision to observe the believer's expression. It was pitch black in front of her, but she could still clearly feel the believer's hot breathing and the intense gaze that was focused on her.

Their breaths mingled for a moment.

Xia Feng raised his head slightly, staring in confusion at the slightly parted red lips of the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him. "Strange, why isn't any Evil Force coming out?"

As he spoke, he knelt directly on the throne, straddled the woman's lap, and bowed his head again.

Fortunately, this time a continuous stream of evil energy surged out. Having not absorbed such pure evil energy in this way for a long time, he trembled all over, directly wrapped his arms around the woman on the throne, and pressed her against the back of the chair.

The Empress never expected her followers to be so proactive and enthusiastic; this feeling was completely different from when she taught her followers at the Temple of Revelation.

Their breaths mingled, the believers' nostrils flared. In that moment of self-importance, calm and reverence vanished, replaced by a gaze filled with obsession and frenzy.

Under the gaze of the believers, which was tantamount to blasphemy, she inexplicably felt a strange sense of pleasure.
look forward to.

They want to see believers become more fanatical and self-indulgent.

So she released her spiritual vision. Although her divine eyes were closed, she still quietly met Xia Feng's dark, abyss-like eyes.

Those dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, clearly sensing the Dragon God's majestic and spiritual gaze and thinking she had awakened.

However, the believer did not back down because of this vague feeling. Instead, he deliberately narrowed his dark eyes and stared intently at her, deliberately profaning her! He hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to knead her into his heart and never be separated from her.

Although they were doing the same things as they had at the Temple of Apocalypse, for some reason, they seemed very different.

She enjoyed the believer's gaze at this moment, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the increasingly tense and hesitant look as her eyelids trembled and she seemed about to wake up.

This wicked believer's desires and ugliness have been fully exposed before my eyes.

uh~
His large hand embraced her slender lower back, forcing her abdomen to bend forward. Her beautiful face was tilted back, and her spiritual gaze suddenly darted to the right.

To the right, less than five centimeters from the left calf of the believer kneeling on the throne, sits a woman in a star-patterned dress, her eyes closed in slumber, exuding a serene and noble aura.

ontology,

Have you noticed that you, a devout believer, cannot distinguish between you and me at all?

(End of this chapter)