The Wizard’s Immortality (Wizarding Immortal)

"More than a dozen!"

A burst of voices came from the fog ahead, with an inexplicable horror and a strong sense of shock in the voice.

Then, a violent breath came out from it, violent and turbulent, making people feel terrified.

The breath of the law is throbbing, and it communicates the power of authority that exists in the dark in an instant.

The next moment, under the stunned eyes of the Scarlet Lord, the Lords of Natural Disasters rushed out.

Compared with when they rushed into the fog before, they looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, and their bodies were densely covered with wounds. Among them, the texture and breath of the law showed, entangled with the rest of the sacred breath, destroying their bodies.

The appearance of the two rushing lords of natural disasters is even more miserable. At this moment, most of the body is broken, and the sacred blood all over his body is flowing like he doesn't want money. Looking at this, I am afraid that the source is hurt.

Looking at their tragic state, the Scarlet Lord couldn't help but be stunned.

what's the situation?

Could there be other sacredness hidden in that fog?

Should not be ah.

The consciousness of the world of natural disasters has not been disturbed, which means that even if there is a sacred entry in that world, it is at most some incarnations, and the real body should not really enter this place.

But if it's just an incarnation, how can they be labeled like this?

The strength of the Lord of Natural Disasters is not weak. Under the blessing of the World Consciousness of the World of Natural Disasters, even if he is alone, I am afraid that it will take four or five divine incarnations to match it, and it may not even be enough.

How could such strength be beaten like this?

A doubt arose in the Scarlet Lord's heart, and at this time, even the movements of his hands could not help but slow down a bit.

The next moment, a cloud of mist gradually blew.

It seems that he felt something, the power of the world of natural disasters began to exert force, and the power of the world slowly descended, slowly expelling the power of the world of gods.

The fog that was originally shrouded in the power of the world began to gradually dissipate, revealing its original appearance.

A wisp of divine aura slowly spread out and began to ripple in the world in front of him.

The place in front of him began to burst into bursts of brilliance, and there was an aura that belonged to a sacred existence constantly blooming.

One after another light began to rise into the sky, each representing a divine.

The Crimson Lord was stunned for a moment.

She looked at the scene in front of her, and at this moment, even if she was an eighth-order holy, she couldn't help being stunned, and she couldn't react at all.

I saw a wave of ripples across the front.

In a wilderness, a golden gate of the world stood quietly, manifested in it, and bloomed with a faint world brilliance.

And under the huge gate of the world, there are a series of figures standing in it.

Those silhouettes that are either indifferent, calm, or smiling just so calmly stand beside the gate of the world, and at this moment, accompanied by the eyes of the Crimson Lord, they come directly in unison.

And that number is not one or two, nor a dozen, but close to fifty.

Close to fifty holy!

If this number is said,

I am afraid it is enough to frighten the courage of a group of people, even if the strength is stronger than the crimson lord, he can't help but be stunned at the moment, and feels a deep malicious attack.

A full fifty holy ah.

Not to mention this number now, even in the time of the ancient natural disaster world and the wizard war, the Crimson Lord had never seen it.

At that time, the sum of the sanctity of the wizarding world and the world of natural disasters might be a little more than this, but at this moment, I am afraid that the sum of the sanctity of the two worlds will not be able to equal these fifty gods.

And, that's not all.

There are nearly fifty saints guarding the gate of the world. If you add those who have shot before, there are more than sixty saints.

There are more than 60 holy figures, what kind of number is this?

At least before that, the Crimson Lord never imagined that one day, she would be able to face such a number of sacredness.

It is no wonder that the previous masters of natural disasters would be horrified and immediately defeated.

Two fists beat four hands!

A single god in the world of gods may not be an opponent of a lord of natural disasters, especially if it is an incarnation.

But what is in front of you here is not one or two, but dozens of them.

When this number is reached, I am afraid that one of the eighth rank will come, otherwise there will be no way to change anyone.

Looking at this scene, the Scarlet Lord had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, at the next moment, the sacred incarnations below the gate of the world that had not been shot before began to move.

A pair of eyes stared at the Crimson Lord and stared at him.

That kind of real pressure made the Scarlet Lord jump in his heart and experience an unprecedented sense of tension and excitement.

An uneasy premonition emerged in my heart, as if something bad was about to happen next.

The next moment, the uneasy premonition was completely fulfilled.

Just below, accompanied by a pair of eyes staring at each other, the incarnations of the gods began to shoot at the same time.

A terrifying power is shrouded in them, and the aura of authority belonging to the divine existence begins to manifest, and at this moment, it spreads outwards and goes straight to the sky.

One after another, the power of real authority turned into a chain, rushing out frantically, and under the control of the gods' thoughts, it rushed directly towards the Scarlet Lord.

Then, the majestic light bloomed.

On the body of the Scarlet Lord, a wave of ripples continued to emerge.

The domain belonging to the eighth tier was shaken instantly, and the scarlet domain was constantly distorted at this moment. It seemed that some of them could not bear the oppressive force at the moment and were about to disintegrate on their own.

Compared to the eighth tier, the incarnations of the gods are still weaker, and theoretically they shouldn't be able to damage them.

But that's just normal.

At this moment, the number of incarnations of the gods shot in front of him is too many, to the point where the scalp of the eighth-order existence will be numb, and it will feel terrifying.

The power of the scarlet realm was constantly shaken, and it began to distort spontaneously at this moment. It seemed that it was about to be unbearable, and it was about to collapse completely at the last point.

At this moment, a deadly murderous intent began to spread, and the breath of death gradually spread.

The Crimson Lord raised his head and looked at the outside world.

I saw that not far away, a silver long sword had already been swung out, and at this moment, it fell directly, and it fell towards the Scarlet Lord.

This sword contains the pure power of death, among which is the power of terrifying slaughter authority, which is a terrifying power condensed by the two powers of death and slaughter.

Yinhua, the sword of killing!

The pure slaughtering power is overflowing, and the power belonging to the slaughtering authority is boiling. At this moment, it is violent, and it is faintly condensed into countless phantoms, which are gathered into one point and smashed down.

boom! !

A faint crisp sound came out slowly.

The Scarlet Lord was a little surprised and looked up.

Around him, a slight shattering sound continued to sound, and the crimson domain power began to shatter.

A sharp silver sword light pierced through everything, slashed down in an instant, and pierced through her chest directly.

Really broke her domain and ran through her body of law.

The crimson blood began to drip, and among them, the gods emerged, gradually erupted, and went out.

This is crimson blood, and every drop that flows out is enough to annihilate a world, turning an otherwise intact big world into nothingness, and burning all the vitality in it.

Scarlet blood was dripping continuously, and the body of the Scarlet Lord began to retreat.

Being pierced by the sword of the God of Death through the body of the law, her face looked a little ugly, but the breath on her body was not too damaged.

The blow just now seemed to be only a small injury to him.

No wonder.

The power of the incarnation of the God of Death is limited in the end. It can penetrate the body of the Crimson Lord, and it is good to inflict damage on him. It is not realistic to want to hit him directly with a single blow.

Even if it is replaced by his main body, if it is against the Crimson Lord in front of him, it is not easy to defeat him, not to mention that he is still an incarnation at the moment.

But even so, in front of him, the face of the Crimson Lord was ugly.

She looked at the god of death in front of her, and then looked at the dense incarnation of the gods below, her face was extremely blue at this moment.

As the Lord of Natural Disasters who has conquered countless worlds for countless years, the Lord of Crimson knows that this time the world of natural disasters is in great trouble.

The strength of this strange world in front of us is unprecedentedly powerful, and there are more than 60 people who are just sacred.

This number far exceeds the sacred number in the world of natural disasters at the moment, and is more than twice that of the world of natural disasters.

At this moment, they are still coming in incarnations, so there are not many big moves, but once their real bodies start to come, it will definitely cause a boundless storm.

At that time, the world of natural disasters will be in an extremely dangerous situation.

There are more than 60 saints raging in the world of natural disasters. This scene is almost unimaginable for the Crimson Lord.

Especially among the more than sixty saints, there are three eighth-order saints.

At this point, the crimson lord's face turned ashen, and he slowly turned around.

"You don't come out quickly!"

Her face was ashen, and she spoke slowly at this moment, calling to the distance: "If you don't come out again, when these sacred real bodies are sent over, we will all finish!"

A faint voice fell in the void, resounding throughout the world of natural disasters, and a little ripple swayed.

Then at the end of the natural disaster world, there seemed to be a pair of eyes slowly opening.

As the breath of the gods was exposed, the consciousness of the natural disaster world was gradually recovering, awakening a group of natural disaster masters who had fallen into a deep sleep.

And when the world of natural disasters was in crisis and suffered unprecedented danger, the masters of these natural disasters finally began to recover.

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