"Isabella!"

In a rage, Pan Shen let out a tragic howl.

Without caring about the hanging sword in front of him, Pan Shen unblocked the ban and let the black mist fly to his eyes with Isabella's body.

With His perceptual power, of course, the news of Isabella's death had long been confirmed.

But He didn't believe it, and wanted to take a look, as if he was uncertain.

Of course, no matter how many glances He saw, Isabella was indeed dead.

He could feel Isabella's soul dissipating at an astonishing speed, not even giving him any chance to remedy.

Besides, He really can't do anything.

In his anger, He could make the mountains and rivers change, make the vast oceans open up the way, and make all the lives within his mind surrender to His will.

But He couldn't save his wife in front of him.

Because, he is just a false god!

He is not a righteous God and cannot forcefully reverse the rules.

Even if He can reach the other side of the River of Destiny and find Isabella in a certain time and space, he can't stop the minions of the Teddaross Hound after he is fished out.

The hound is also a god.

etc!

God!

Pan Shen suddenly looked not far away.

Tuantivan!

He became God!

"Tuantivan!"

He shouted loudly.

In desperation, He only shouted his name.

Of course, for the gods, they only need to recite His name.

All thoughts will be passed on to Him through this contact - find a way to save her!

Ta Ling slowly turned her head, took a look from afar, and slowly shook her head in Pan Shen's earnest gaze, "She has been dead for a long time."

Pan Shen was stunned and subconsciously lowered his head and took a look again.

Confused, shocked, dull...

All emotions eventually turned into anger.

As soon as he lost his mind, He did not notice this detail at all.

And now, when He looked at her again, the remaining soul fluctuations were silently narrating.

Following the scattered soul wave, He saw the departing hanging sword, and also saw another corpse not far from his feet.

Black armor, dark horse.

The originally tall figure suddenly stopped and shrank rapidly like a mountain collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, the towering figure of clouds became the size of an ordinary person again.

He regained his human form, holding the gradually cold Isabella in his arms.

Or, she has been half-life and half-death from the beginning.

Pan Shen didn't care about the hanging sword that escaped.

This plane is so big, and His breath remains on the body of the hanging sword.

He can come to him anytime as long as he wants.

And for now, He wants to do nothing.

As a god, even though he didn't know anything before, now, even if it was just a little clue, He roughly understood.

"Sword of the Sky, haha, I really didn't expect it...

You actually dared to do this for me..."

Isabella is indeed alive, but likewise, she is indeed dead.

A long time ago.

When she was a child, the Sword of the Sky injected a trace of His origin into Isabella.

Although it is only a slight slight, it is also an unbearable weight for an ordinary intelligent life.

But Isabella survived in the end. She didn't know what method the Sword of the Sky Hanging used, so she actually let another soul carry this unbearable weight instead of her.

But even so, Isabella is dead.

What survives is the "Sacred Maiden of Spirit" with a certain origin of God.

This means that all the previous throbbings of Isabella by Pan were false.

That is clearly an attraction between the same kind.

Now, this slight burst of the origin of the gods instantly destroyed Isabella's soul and crushed another soul.

This is the real method of the hanging sword.

However, Pan Shen never thought of this level.

In order to protect Isabella, He did not dare to investigate her body and soul carefully, and he could not find the huge hidden dangers that existed deep in his soul.

Because He is a god, even if He transforms into a human form, just activates the extraordinary aura to explore itself will cause irreparable harm to Isabella.

He didn't do that.

I lost the last chance to remedy.

Vlad didn't know where to learn this news, so he chose to tell Him at this point in time.

Pan Shen was silent, lowered his head and stared at the woman in his arms quietly.

The woman who once moved Him.

There was a bitter smile at the corner of His mouth.

Yet, He should have discovered it long ago.

As a false God, how could He be able to combine with ordinary intelligent life and give birth to descendants?

Even Himself is the product of the concept of mother's differentiation.

Perhaps it is because I am just a false god, and I have been infected with the bad habits of many intelligent creatures in the process of finding my partner for thousands of years.

Impulse, greed, desire...

All of these blinded His eyes and made Him turn a blind eye to this obvious flaw.

The so-called search for a wife is, after all, my own wishful thinking.

Thinking of this, Pan Shenran looked around and said with a trembling voice: "Ikri, I know you are nearby, come out!"

The last two words are obviously filled with hatred.

The sound waves are like swords, destroying the surrounding environment like a random knife.

A chestnut squirrel with a magic wand in his arms jumped out of the void in a mess and then floated in the air again.

Pan Shen asked calmly: "What the hell is it?"

His seemingly peaceful tone is like the tranquility before the storm.

He thought of the words Ecre had said to Him earlier, “Is this the price?”

The moment I met Isabella, Ecre was also present, and Pan once wanted to pay the price at that time.

However, at that time, Ecrecius declined His request.

Want to come now...

The so-called price that has been paid long ago may just be the excuse of this squirrel.

Since this wish has not been realized, the price is naturally nothing.

"It can be considered..." Ecre glanced at Pan Shen, looked at His face and quickly added: "It can't count."

It did not dare to keep it here, and quickly added: "The wish you made at that time was to become a god..."

Pan Shen thought of something, and his face changed slightly.

Ecreci continued: "And you did pay the price, but this price is now..."

A faint cry sounded.

From Isabella's lower abdomen.

There was an extremely weak breath surging and awakening.

In a sense, it is the common child of two pseudo-gods and two human beings.

Although its mother had done everything she could to provide for it, she had already achieved the limit she could do before her death.

But unfortunately, it is the Son of God.

And she is just a poor human woman.
Chapter completed!