Versatile Mage

The old steps were drenched with rain, and a few muddy footprints rushed on it.

The whole inner city was not only surrounded by the undead army, but also by the cold rain and the darkness. People wanted to see the dawn, but they were afraid of it.

How long has it passed, no one has a conclusion, the clock on the clock tower has been specifically hidden, no one is willing to watch a countdown to death.

A pair of flame wings swayed from a distance back to the clock tower. The figure under the wing almost fell on the railing of the clock tower platform. The left wing and the demon man saw it and hurriedly went up to help him.

"Mr. Meng, are you okay?" asked Zuo Feng.

"We lost." Zhu Meng looked stunned, and even the voice was a bit heavy.

"The corpse of the mountain... can you even rival you?" Zuo Feng glanced at the distance, and the black scorpion couldn't see anything, but the sound of a heart-rending roar came from outside.

I wished to be lying there halfway. The injury in the leg made him stand up. The broken wings of the flames behind him, the Thunder Armor is even more unrecognizable. A high-powered member has become a defeated general. There is no fighting spirit in my eyes.

"They...how?" Zhu Meng asked.

Now I am most concerned about Mo Fan, a few of them. This time, there are a lot of people who go out, but they can really come back, but they don’t even come to half. I wish to see the most powerful army division of their group. The court was killed by a corpse of the mountain on a hill.

He wished that the last batch was retreating, but he did not know how many people survived the terrible killing of the corpse of the mountain.

The strength of the corpses of the mountain peaks exceeds their imagination, and there is no drift of the sacred mountains. The corpse of this mountain will razed the inner city to the ground.

"I will help you, you see." Zuo Feng will help him slowly.

I wish to be puzzled. At this time, the demon man pointed to Xie Sang next to him and explained to him the evil eye bronze mirror.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ~~~~~~ You really feel ridiculous, even put all the bets on those little devils!" A screaming laughter passed from above.

I wished to raise my head, full of disgusted stare at the Hujin deacon who was tied under the bell tower.

Muhe is laughing and laughing like a goblin who has already eaten a meal. He is peeking at other people's sad tears, treacherous and deceitful, and his distorted face is full of hopeless madness against the Black Holy See.

Death is a very indifferent thing for Muhe. He has been crouching for so many years only for today’s grand ceremony. The ceremony is completed. If he is dead, it is just a physical death. The soul will enter the Black Holy See with countless merits. In the eternal life, enjoy the same treatment as the **** of heaven!

He Muhe killed so many people today, including those who died in Bocheng. All the souls will break into the immortal court and become the slaves of his Muhe. His black court merits are enough to make him in the immortal court. Become a king, others can only surrender!

Now he has nothing to do, just wait for the flesh to be destroyed, and he will immediately enter his "heaven".

"This madman, killing him is not enough to vent your anger!" The demon man glanced at Muhe, and said slyly.

I wished that he would ignore him and look at the evil eye in the bronze mirror.

There was a purple-black lightning in the evil eye bronze mirror. The dazzling spread of a piece of crepe on the ground, between the thunder and the dance, Mofan was like a lonely boat floating in the white storm, the hull was damaged. Serious, it will sink at any time.

I am looking at this scene, but the eyes are full of shocks!

"These... these... are all killed by him??"

"Well, they fell into the dead door." Zuo Feng said.

"He is alone... killing so much??"

The cheekbones were everywhere, and it was made into a long bone carpet, which was laid out.

At the most central position of the carpet of bones, a bone mountain is strikingly over there, smashing his skull, squatting limbs, squatting body, ribs, sternum, leg bones, phalanges, shins... these messy piles are piled up together. Heran a bone mountain, and the white is scary! !

The body was accompanied by the flames of Mofan standing on the bone mountain. The precious mysterious snake armor was also incomplete at the moment. The protected head had a striking bright red slipping down, swept over the brow and crossed the cheek. Drop by drop...

At first glance, he is already at the end of the strong, standing in the wind and the wind in the unsteady Bone Hill can blow him down.

Change to a general of the willpower, the eyes should be closed, and then planted into the bones pile forever to sleep.

But he still stood, the black eyes were exhausted but still forced to squeeze a little light.

"I wish you can come back, it’s great..."

A few footsteps sounded behind the scenes, and the high-level people preparing for the escape plan came back here, including the Han and the mysterious whites.

Lingxi, Chujia, Luxu, Feijiao and others have recovered, and they will be the main force in the escape plan, leading a small number of people to live out.

The mysterious gray white man was standing in front of the evil eye bronze mirror, knowing his mood, went up and patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "They did a lot for us and made for this city." A lot, there should be them on the list of plans, but they died in the tomb of more than two thousand years..."

"Yeah, I wish you to beg, don't be sad, look forward to the most important thing." The flying horn also came up to comfort the wish.

"Being trapped by a Yi nationality, hehe..."

"He...they didn't die." The long-lost wished to say such a sentence.

I wish you all the best.

not dead? ?

Impossible, how long has it been, not to mention a few mid-level wizards, even high-level wizards have already died in several rounds.

"You see it yourself!" Zhu Meng said to the evil eye copper mirror.

At this time, the talents re-enclosed, and the first sight was the bone mountain that Zhu Meng was shocked! !

The bone mountain uplifted, Mo Fan stood there, and there was a flame burning on his palm. Numerous squats climbed up the bone mountain, and Mofan’s flame smashed them one by one.

Everyone can see that Mofan’s temper has been exhausted, but when these high-level officials found that he was stepping on a beaked bone mountain, his eyes began to wet.

He is still not dead!

He is still not dead! !

These groups of people gave up the expectation of him early, who could have thought of it for so long, he still lived in that dead door.

The unyielding and loneliness of this heart needs to rely on so many bodies, so that a bone mountain can be vividly reflected!