Versatile Mage

"carry on!"

"God is mighty!"

On the eaves, the holy city mages who used the super-group method once again painted a beautiful constellation, a star palace, a dense star above the building and the house, and a huge magical atmosphere at the most dazzling moment of brilliance. Surging like a storm.

Convergence, constant gathering, this time all the attacking holy city mages use the most lethal fire magic, the fire of the sky dispels the black evil in the holy city, the burning light will be hundreds of kilometers of night sky They are all red.

With one order, all the fires were soaring, and they were completely trapped in the place where they were hollowed out.

The red fire curtain casts a mountain-like mountain furnace, with flowing magma splashing in the mountain furnace, and more ruthless melting flames burning everything in the mountain furnace to ashes.

The huge flame furnace can be described as the rise of the ground, the hollow body is not proportional to the melting pot of the mountain, so small that it is too small to reach the fire in the furnace!

"The magic field, net removal!"

The flying fire is in a random combination, and every second of a second there will be a hedged flame door at the ends of the hollow...

The entire flame furnace itself has a terrible high-temperature incineration effect, and the flame door diagrams that were born in the fire furnace have more than doubled the inflammatory power.

The flame door map ejects a giant stream of fluid that traverses the hollowed out body.

Not long after, the inexhaustible flame door map of three hundred and sixty degrees spurted such a huge stream of melt, madly baptized the undead emperor!

The black robes are still standing there, the light does not wear his armor, how can the flame melt his robes, let the fire map hedge, let the furnace burn, and squat on the bright red flames of the ground before continuing Walking, the eyes are more vivid than any radiance and flamboyance, and the sorrowful sorrows of the holy city sorcerers who stand on both sides are chilling!

"Is the fire and light of the Holy City, is it a juggling fireworks?"

"If you are just a little bit ridiculous, don't talk about the silence of the millennium, and let you disappear from the long river of history tonight!"

The hollow stopped the pace, and the iron boots slammed into the land of the Holy City.

Suddenly, the fire of the furnace that destroyed the earth was completely extinguished!

The darkness re-ruled, the blazing fire disappeared, the high temperature plummeted, and the coldness of the undead breath swept again. This is obviously a fire that can burn a day and ignite a mountain, but the scornful foot is trampled.

Looking at the stagnation of the holy city avenue, all the martial arts martial spirits that have been ignited seem to have completely dissipated with this foot.

How powerful is this power to ignore the super-order group method, so that the most prosperous super-magic magic can be annihilated as a small fireworks? ?

The undead, that is, the demon, the emperor-level existence has always been afraid to offend in the history of mankind. Now the holy city is set up under the heavens and the earth to let an emperor go to the meeting alone, and the super-order of light and fire is ridiculed by him!

Far from enough, these most powerful magic in people's minds are far from enough in front of the undead emperor. The radiance of this holy city is limited to the weak human beings, placed in the vast and magnificent world, placed in front of the demon emperor, It is a juggling trick!

"Only by paying for life will you remember your own insignificance?"

"I am just one of the world's long-awaited emperors. It is far less powerful than the Sahara, the South Pole, and the Baimu. It can make you wake up from the so-called magical dreams, but it is easy!"

The hollowed out eyes completely release the bleeding light, and the magical spirits roll from the mountains of the Alps. For example, the sky screams engulf all the canopies, mountains, and horizons that people can see. The vast undead breath is stunned. The throat of everyone in the Holy City.

Breathing, breathing, desperate breathing, the people of the Holy City of the Earth gasped fiercely, and the eyes were full of painful struggles before death.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a magician, people see the blood red eyes, see the black robes figure, and see the absolute death of the interest in the tight lock on their throat.

In the holy city of the earth, no one died in this emperor's death, but as the undead emperor said, he realized that he was small and realized his life as a treasure, the power of magic and the real life of the emperor. Insignificant! !

On the land of the Holy Land, the people who stare at this struggle, although not dead, can be reflected in the holy city, the holy city wizards who fought for the silence of this millennium, they are standing on the eaves preparing for the next magic, but now it is already Completely turned into a dry corpse...

The dead corpse still overflows with black turbidity, and gathers like a group of bees to the hollow palm.

Holding the life of these holy city mages, the hollowed down slowly, greedily sniffed.

The pain is once again eliminated, replaced by a kind of peace that has never been seen before. Even the dry blood vessels seem to be flowing, and the heart of the dead stone jumps again...

Good memories reverberate in my mind, but this time I will not bring the kind of heartbreaking torture.

The most extravagant thing about the undead is to recall the beauty of life. It can be recalled that it is a luxury. Without thousands of living lives to support, the more memories, the more painful!

Resentment, enmity, greed, cruelty, should have been with the undead.

It is not abandonment, it is a new beginning, it is an instinct, it is the best way to protect yourself.

However, the undead are incomparably hateful and disgusted with themselves.

He didn't even dare to look up and look at the eyes of Qin Yuer in the distance. After taking a breath of life, he was stunned and stunned.

When I think of my ugly and disgusting appearance, I am seen by the loved ones. I can't wait to tear my hands off my head and tear it into pieces to stop! !

I want to cry in pain, use the tears of the elite to show that I hate myself, and the blood that comes out of my eyes is dirty blood...

The heart just calmed down because of the suffocation of the living.

When thinking calmly, I hate myself as a living dead.

Hate brings endless pain and anger.

Pain and anger need to calm yourself by killing and absorbing the temper of living.

“嗷~~~~~~~~!!!!”

It was another scream, and then everything was forgotten. I only felt the blood smeared in the streets and buildings of the Holy City. One Master and another Master fell in a pool of blood.

The breath is no longer enough, no bright red blood is laid on the ground, and there is always something missing.

Humans, still vulnerable, only to be the red carpet that does not stain the boots on the road...

......

The blood is so eye-catching, Mo Fan looks up to the battlefield of the Holy City and feels a kind of subversive dominance!

Is this the real emperor?