I'm bound to the witch of death

Everyone in Black Moon City didn't know that because of the unusual movement caused by the God Refining Tower, all the venerables in the planet's region noticed the anomalies in the extreme south.

The Holy Ministry, Lidong Legion, Apocalypse Knights and other forces began to rush here.

The waves of purple mist that were originally shaken back to the inner city by the giant tower quickly covered the outer city like magic smoke.

At the same time, it also swallowed up the giant dark tower, and the purple mist seeped in crazily.

The young man who controlled the lion looked up at the Babel Tower in front of him and shook his head.

He thought that the man and three women really had a way to resist Ziwu, but now it seems that he was overthinking it.

Although the origin of this tower is unknown, and it does have the ability to slow down the penetration of purple mist, it still cannot stop the penetration of purple mist at all.

Xia Feng used this tower as a defense, which was undoubtedly a cocoon for himself.

"Hey, lion rider, don't worry about those dead rats. Have you thought of a way to escape after all this time?" The vampire's shout came, and the young man glanced coldly with his one eye, just about to say something.

The purple mist that filled the sky and the earth moved again. This time it was not expanding, but converging towards the Black Tower, forming a terrifying tornado-like vortex.

This also caused the purple haze content in the remaining areas of the outer city to become thinner and thinner until it disappeared.

Fentian and the young man Yushi realized instantly that the four Xia Feng people in the tower had not been eroded by the purple mist?

Even in order to corrode Xia Feng and the four of them, Moro Holy Priest mobilized all the purple mist and no longer paid attention to them, but used it specifically to deal with Xia Feng.

"What's going on?" Leng Xiu looked at this scene in confusion and shock.

Fencheng Yantong was majestic and said in a deep voice: "It seems that even if this black tower has no concept skills, it can still deal with the evil purple mist. It is indeed not easy."

The young man who controlled the lion was stunned for a moment and frowned in surprise.

Xia Feng's life is really tough.

"Young Master, according to that person's request, Xia Feng must die today." The old man in black robe said solemnly, "Do you need me to do it myself to avoid more troubles?"

The lion-controlling young man turned the ring on the middle finger of his white glove, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quietly looked at the Babel Tower covered by the purple tornado, and said softly, "No need. In the current situation, since Moro will help us deal with this person, why bother?" Dirty our hands."

In fact, Moloch, who was far away in the Tower of Babel, could hear the conversation between the two men.

Although Moro didn't know what force this young lion master came from, and why the people behind the young man wanted to target Xia Feng.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Moro stood calmly in front of the gorgeous Galaxy Waterfall, with the endless dark void behind him.

"Old guy! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!" An Xingjia couldn't calm down. His whole body was about to explode now, and his tired eyes full of dark circles were burning with sinister anger.

He did know that Moro was going to do something big, and even guessed that Moro wanted to help Hong Yue seize the throne of the main palace.

But I never expected that Moro's methods would be so treacherous.

An Xingjia looked at the clouds outside the tower. Nearly a million people were arranging in an orderly manner to form tens of thousands of long dragons, coming from all directions towards the tower, like a pilgrimage or a sacrifice.

The weird scene under the clouds was secondary. What really frightened An Xingjia was the purple mist.

In this world, according to the source of supernormal abilities, it is divided into three types of gods: the Star God System, the Dragon God System, and the Evil God System.

And this purple mist actually has three divine auras.

Others would not be able to sense the evil side of Ziwu, but An Xingjia has special abilities and superior perception.

He could clearly sense that in the purple mist, the three divinities were you and me, coexisting in harmony. It was a strange feeling of being a life-or-death enemy who were obviously supposed to be hostile to each other, but suddenly got married and fell in love with each other.

To put it simply, An Xingjia felt that the purple mist created by the Holy Priest Moro was in danger of annihilating the world!

If this purple mist is allowed to run rampant in the three realms, be it the human race, the Og race, or the surviving old gods in the star realm, all will suffer!

"Have a seat and be patient."

The blue flames under Morona's hood swayed, and he chuckled, "I know what you are worried about, but you have also seen that this fog is very limited. It can only erode a city. Will be restrained by conceptual technology.”

The hands under the sleeves of his robe were wearing blue gloves, pointing far north, sighing helplessly, "Even the black tower has been unable to be breached."

Listening to Moro's explanation, An Xingjia frowned and nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't believe a word in his heart.

He has decided,

When the mission is completed, he must report everything that happened in Black Moon City to his mother when he returns.

As for whether to report it to the parliament and the four pillars, it depends on the mother's wishes.

While thinking, An Xingjia followed Moro's direction and looked again at the Tower of Babel opposite, wondering: "What exactly is this tower?"

Moro actually also wanted to know,

He can spread his spiritual awareness throughout the city through the purple mist, but the Black Tower is like a bottomless pit, isolating the inside and outside.

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The purple mist seeped in, and you could only vaguely see four blurry figures standing back to back. What was left was a bloody mess.

It was probably this blood-colored thing that disappeared after the purple mist penetrated it, and it couldn't be taken back, which was very strange.

However, Moro was not in a hurry, because he clearly sensed that the auras of two of the four people in the tower were declining rapidly. Obviously, there was a price to pay for fighting against the purple mist, and they would not be able to hold on for long.

"So, your purpose is really just to let the Red Moon Goddess come?" An Xingjia was confused.

"An seat, I have already made this clear to you."

"Then why are you obsessed with assimilating the thinking of those two saints?"

"It's because they have the mark of authority given by Black Moon."

Moro said softly, "By assimilating their thoughts, you can reclaim the power of the Black Moon. Only after the Red Moon Goddess comes to this world will she become even more powerful."

An Xingjia, however, didn't quite understand the logical relationship between this and why he could reclaim Black Moon's authority by assimilating the saint's mind. He had never heard of such a method of reclaiming authority.

He suspected that this old guy was tricking him again.

An Xingjia is now skeptical of everything Moro says, always feeling that this gloomy old thing has other ulterior motives.

However, he now had the right to assume that what Moro said was true and continue to ask.

"You made such a big fuss just to let Hongyue seize the power of the main palace?"

An Xingjia narrowed his eyes slowly, "But as far as I know, the twelve palaces in the star realm have already made a divine covenant. If the deputy palace seizes the power of the main palace, other star gods have the responsibility to stop it. You are not afraid of attracting justice or element?"

The blue flames flickered under Moro's hood, but he shook his head and smiled slightly with disdain:

"Unless the legendary Pale Dragon God comes, even if the Three Saint Star Gods come in person, they will not be able to stop what happened today."