Versatile Mage

“嘣~~~~~~~!”

Another loud noise, the two black priests were not spared, and there was no dead body.

Liu Ru, who is fighting with several other cursed animal monsters, is full of surprises.

Obviously, this dark red steel shovel is the undead of Fang Gu, but if he sent this scorpion to kill Huacun before, no one can survive. The strength of this dark red 太 is too strong, the war will be The level cursed animal demon is just a few hammers to solve!

Without the sniper of the two cursed animal demon, Liu Ru was a lot easier at the moment, and the dark red pipa was completely unintentional. When he took the heavy step, he rushed over and continued to the black animal demon. Killing with the cursed animal demon...

......

"呤~~~~~~" Xiaoyan Ji Qingling’s voice rang in Mofan’s ear. She told Mo Fan’s father that the new missile had been filled and waiting for reflection!

Mo Fan's mouth evoked a cold smile, his eyes fixed on the female deacon who was working hard to display defensive magic.

High-level Master?

I have never seen a high-ranking mage who is weaker than her!

What is the use of more defenses? As long as it is not a high-level defensive magic, the smashing fist brought by Xiao Yan Ji can completely wipe her away!

When the female deacon saw another brown flame on Mofan, the whole face was screwed together.

The fourth level of the boxing is still barely able to withstand it, but if Mo Fan started the battle with the high-level magic, she had no life.

Brown, blush, these two kinds of flames once entangled together, there is the fourth level of boxing punches of Xiao Yan Ji's possession, this is a super fire fist that can smash the fleshy corpse!

"Living...stay!!"

Just as Mofan was stunned, a voice that seemed to be weak was passed.

"I told you to stop, otherwise your friend will be dead!" The voice seemed to be a bit determined, and he clenched his hand with a dagger like a dagger.

The dagger is placed on the neck of Zhang Xiaohou, and the sharp one can cut the skin of Zhang Xiaohou with a gentle touch.

Zhang Xiaohou still looks like a dull, even if the edge is on his neck, he does not seem to have much reaction.

Mo Fan frowned, his eyes staring at the person coldly.

"Hong Jun, what do you do!!" Su Xiaoluo screamed.

The village chief Xie Sang was also puzzled. He looked at Hong Jun, who suddenly started with Zhang Xiaohou, and said in a hurry: "Hong Jun, the Black Holy See is not a good person. What are you doing??"

"Chairman, haven't you figured it out yet?" Mo Fan saw it at a glance, his face full of ridicule.

"Hahahaha, well done, well done, I didn't think that you, this little gray coat, really came in handy at the crucial time, very good. I will carry you after I go back. You can die than this." The priests are much smarter!" The deacon suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hong Jun, how can you, we are all people living in dangerous villages, we must follow the ancestral training..." Su Xiaoluo also stayed, and she did not think that Hong Jun turned out to be a member of the Black Holy See.

However, Hong Jun Ming Ming has been staying in a dangerous village like everyone else. How could he have contact with the Black Holy See?

"Hey, don't give me any ancestral training. It's really a group of things that live in the primitive tribes. How do you know the wonders of the outside world like you all the idiots who sang the ancestral training? But because of your old antiques, let me be born. In your tattered place, let me a master but can't lift up with a colleague in front of my classmates!" Hong Jun roared.

"Three years...you have left the village for three years, and how it will become like this in three years."

"In the second month of leaving the village, I don't want to go back in my life. If there is an order in the top, you really thought that I would go back to the village. What is in the village? Except the Zuxun is a group of stupid things that do cheap farm work. For a lifetime, but also because of the ridiculous thing, the **** of water is not allowed to leave the village? All are shit!" Hong Jun simply spit out his long-standing resentment against the village, which is like a ghost.

"That... then you don't have to join the Black Holy See. I will not hesitate to be punished by my ancestors. I will not hesitate to drive away the people in Yangyang Village. I secretly take some water from Kunjing every month, not to make you a path to Master. Going up more smoothly, letting you be stronger than those who laugh at you..." The village chief said with a desperate look.

"It’s too slow. The water of Kunjing’s effect on cultivation is too slow. The Black Holy See gave me what you can’t imagine!” Hong Jun said.

"You can rest assured that when you become a black priest, you can get what you want, money, woman, status, respect, who dares to laugh at the antiques you climbed out of the soil, you can turn him into a black animal. Demon, become your slave!" The female deacon smiled.

The two kinds of flames on Mo Fan did not go out. There was a partisan of the Black Holy See in the dangerous village. This was what he did not expect. After all, the people in the dangerous village were isolated from the world, and it was difficult for the Black Holy See to lurk in, even if they lurked in. It also has no effect on them, but I did not expect that Hong Jun, who has been practicing magic for three years, has been corrupted.

In other words, this person was not reconciled from the beginning. From the beginning, he was a slave to the hope. The Black Holy Spirit gave him everything that satisfied him.

"It turns out that because of your greed, are you worthy of the dead villagers!" Su Xiaoluo asked angrily.

"A group of people who live like slave peasants have much to do with death. How much great and sacred to say to the ancestral training all day long can be a joke in the eyes of outsiders!!" Hong Jun said.

Xie Sang has not said a half sentence. He violated his ancestors and killed the villagers. He just wanted to satisfy his son’s desire to become a respectable magician. Who knows that everything will become like this...

Thinking of the villagers who were killed by Fang Gu’s revenge, and thinking of this son who is already strange, the village chief Xie Sang is completely stunned. The whole person is sitting on the ground and has no soul.

"Village." At this time, Zhang Xiaohou's voice passed over.

The village chief, Xie Sang, looked up and did not understand why this silly boy called himself.

"Really, I always thought that you were the person of the Black Holy See." Zhang Xiaohou had some look in his eyes and said in a plain tone.

The village head stunned and didn't understand Zhang Xiaohou's words.

But I don't know why, he feels that the voice of this silly boy is not so smug...

"Fan brother, I am sorry, but added so much trouble to you." Zhang Xiaohou did not pay attention to Xie Sang, but looked at Mo Fan, his face opened a smile.

Mo Fan will smile.

The robbery and the scent of inflammation that had never been scattered in his body suddenly became more vigorous, and he burned a flaming red around him.

The **** still dying, this deaconess really thought that using this little traitor to escape? ?