The male god of fast-wearing god-level female supporting role kneels down

Chapter 632 Priestess of the Moon 69
As soon as Ling Zimo saw that the Gorefiend in front of him instantly turned dark red, he froze for a moment, and the spear in his hand also stopped in mid-air.

"Ling Zimo killed him, he is a fake!"

Really Mo Hongfei yelled loudly from one side.

"She is the fake one, Ling Zimo, go and kill her."

The person standing opposite Ling Zimo also shouted.

Ling Zimo was slightly lost in thought, he really couldn't recognize what he was seeing.

What are these things in front of you?
Both of them have the same touch, and their expressions are exactly the same. Faced with this, Ling Zimo couldn't do anything.

"This is fake."

Sheng Xia could tell it at a glance, but what she didn't expect was that now this blood demon could transform into a human appearance.

Sheng Xia recognized one, and went directly towards that attack.

After she stepped forward, the rest of the people followed her direction.

The Gorefiend was hit all at once, and took several steps back.

The blood demon didn't expect that someone would recognize him so clearly, and after thinking about it, his expression became even more ferocious.

In fact, his appearance was quite scary, but now he showed such a look, and everyone didn't think much of it.

The spells in his hands didn't stop. This transformation is probably what this blood demon is good at. Since this transformation was directly pierced by Sheng Xia, he can't do it for himself.

Confused by the spells of a few of them, they retreated steadily.

Waiting until the gorefiend fell to the ground, his whole body began to twitch differently.In the end it turned into a puddle of blood.

It's strange to say that after the Gorefiend died, the thick blood mist in the air also slowly disappeared.

"Go, go out and let people go."

Nangong Shuoli walked out first.

They killed some demons, and killed all those who gave blood.Only then did the person be brought out.

All the people walked and stood in the desolate city, a large crowd of people in the dark.

There is no bloody vortex above the head, nor is there a bloody moon, but a clear moon instead.

Midsummer looked at the moon above her head.

She flew to the top of a tall building and looked down at these people in front of her. They were all locked up below, and some of them looked dull, and they didn't look very bright.

After all, after receiving that kind of inhuman treatment, I must be very terrified in my heart.

Sheng Xia's right hand was raised high, and the moonlight above her head immediately surrounded her body tightly.

Her body, like a swaying willow branch, began to dance under the moonlight.

As she danced, all eyes of the people below were on her.

Sheng Xia took two steps back, waved his hands lightly, and the crystal light just fell down.

All the people are shrouded by this moonlight.

The people shrouded by this moonlight also began to look happy.

I feel comfortable all over.

"The High Priest."

"The High Priest."

They were favored by the Moon God, and all the people bowed down to Midsummer

Moon God did not abandon them, but rescued them.

"The High Priest."

One sound higher than the other.

Yue Linghua, who was outside the city at this time, naturally heard it, and she was working hard to use her spiritual power to treat Nangong Shuofeng again.

At this time, the cries and the surrender in them are surprising.

(End of this chapter)