"continue!"

"The grace of God is so great!"

On the eaves, the Holy City Masters who were performing super-level group magic once again described gorgeous constellations. From the star palace, dense stars were densely packed with stars above the buildings and houses, and the huge magic aura surged like a storm at the most dazzling moments of the glory.

Converge, and continue to gather. This time, all the attacking Holy City mages used the most lethal fire magic. The fire points in the sky dispelled the black evil spirit that descended into the Holy City, and the burning light reflected the night sky hundreds of kilometers red.

With a command, all the fire points surged up, and they completely surrounded the place where Zhankong was.

A red fire curtain casts a mountain furnace like a mountain, with flowing magma splashing in the mountain furnace, and even ruthless molten flames burning everything in the mountain furnace to ashes.

The huge flame furnace can be said to have risen from the ground, and the body of the knife crow is not proportional to the furnace of the mountain, and it is so small that it is not as small as the millions of flying fires in the furnace!

"Demon refining field, purify it!"

The flying fire embers are in a random combination, and every second there will be a hedging flame gate diagram appearing at both ends of the Killing Kong...

The entire flame furnace itself has a terrible high-temperature burning effect. The flame gate diagrams born in the flame furnace have further aggravated the flame force in it several times.

The flame gate pattern erupted a huge stream of slurry, crossing the body of Zhankong.

Not long after, the endless flame gate diagram of 360 degrees erupted with such a huge stream of slurry, baptizing the undead emperor frantically!

The black armor robe was still standing there, and the light could not burn his armor. How could the flames melt his battle robe? Let the fire map hedge against it, let the furnace burn, and the sky continued to move forward while stepping on the bright red flames all over the ground. The eyes were brighter than any brilliance and the brighter flames, so bright that the Holy City wizards standing on both sides felt chill!

"Is the fire and light of the Holy City a juggling firework?"

"If you just have a little bit of magic-removing ability, don't talk about the tranquility of thousands of years. Tonight, you will completely disappear from the long river of history!"

Zhan Kong stopped his pace and stomped on the land of the Holy City.

Suddenly, the fire of the furnace that ruined the world was completely extinguished!

The darkness reigned, the fire of the sky disappeared, the high temperature suddenly dropped, and the coldness of the undead aura swept over again. This was a huge fire that could burn a piece of the sky and ignite a mountain range, but it was trampled to death with contempt.

Looking at the dimming of the Holy City Avenue again, all the fighting spirits of the Holy City mages seemed to have completely disappeared with this kick.

What kind of powerful power can ignore the super-level group magic like this, and can extinguish the most prosperous super-level magic of human beings as small fireworks??

The undead, that is, the demon, and the existence of the emperor has always been something that humans dare not offend in history. Now the holy city has set up a net of heaven and earth to allow an emperor to attend the meeting alone, and the super level of light and fire was laughed at by him!

It is far from enough. These most powerful magic in people's minds are far from enough in front of the undead emperor. The glory of this holy city is limited to the weak humans. It is placed in the entire huge and magnificent world and in front of the demon emperor. It is a juggling trick!

"Only by giving your life can you remember your insignificance?"

"I am just one of the long-sleeping emperors in this world, far less powerful than Sahara, Antarctic, and Bermud. It can make you wake up from the so-called magical dream, but it is easy to get out of the way!"

Zhan Kong's eyes completely released bloody light, and the surging demonic energy rolled over from the continuous mountains of the Alps, like a roar that swallowed up all the sky, mountains, horizons, and the majestic and vast aura of the undead strangled everyone's throat in the holy city.

Breathing, breathing, breathing desperately, the people of the Holy City of Earth were panting violently in fear, their eyes filled with painful struggles before death.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a magician, people saw the blood-red gaze, the figure of the black armor robe, and even more, the absolute breath of death tightly locked their throats.

In the Holy City of Earth, no one died in this emperor's death, but as the undead emperor said, they experienced the insignificance and the life they regarded as treasures. The magic power they worshipped was really insignificant compared to the emperor-level creatures!!

In the holy city of the earth, although the people who stared at this struggle were not dead, in the reflected holy city, those holy city mages who fought for this thousand-year tranquility stood on the eaves to prepare for the next magic, but at this moment they had completely turned into a dry corpse sculpture...

The black turbid air continued to overflow from the corpse eagle, gathering on the palm of Zhankong's hand like a group of bees returning to their nests.

Holding the life of these holy city mages, Zhan Kong slowly lowered his head and sniffed it greedily.

The pain was eliminated again, replaced by a kind of peace that had never been seen before. Even the dry blood vessels seemed to be flowing, and the heart of the dead stone was beating again...

Good memories echo in my mind, but this time it will no longer bring that heart-wrenching torture.

The most luxurious thing about the undead is to recall the beauty of his life, but memories are a luxury. Without thousands of vivid lives as support, the more you recall, the more painful it is!

Resentment, hatred, anger, greed, cruelty, should have walked with the undead.

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

However, the undead hated and disgusted themselves.

He didn't even dare to look up his head and look at Qin Yuer's eyes in the distance. After sucking a breath of fresh and lively popularity, Zhan Kong trembled again.

When he thought of his ugly and disgusting appearance being witnessed by his beloved, Zhan Kong wanted to tear down from his head with his hands and tear it into pieces before he could stop!!

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

I just calmed down because I sucked the energy of living people.

When I think calmly, I hate myself who is a living dead person.

Hate brings endless pain and anger.

Pain and anger need to be calmed by killing and sucking the energy of living people.

"Ao~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

There was another roar, and then I forgot everything. I only felt blood smearing in the streets and buildings of the Holy City, and one wizard after another fell in a pool of blood.

The breath was no longer satisfied. Without bright red blood on the ground, there was always something missing.

Humans are still vulnerable and are only worthy of being the bright red carpet on the road without getting dirty with their boots...

...

The blood was so eye-catching that Mo Fan looked up at the Holy City battlefield and felt a subversive dominance!
Chapter completed!