City of Thunder.

Sharp chuckles came one after another.

The thoughts of the ancient evil creatures are far more deafening than the thunder among their beings.

Facing the malicious sarcasm.

Icardore calmed down unprecedentedly:

"I do have a personal grudge with him."

"But anyone among you who asks you who can take your wife away from me, you can come forward and try it."

As soon as this statement comes out.

The atmosphere in the city suddenly became a little more serious.

The strange shadows were silent.

Be an ally or opponent from several epochs.

The ancient evil creatures are very aware of each other's strength.

Except for the sudden burst of filthy blood.

The rest of the people looked almost as good as the pounds.

The strength of the Endless Touch Icardore cannot be regarded as the bottom among the ancient evil things.

Not to mention robbing your wife in person.

I'm afraid I can't even be able to do the peak period of the filthy blood!

...

"But that's not his own power."

"Sooner or later, it will be consumed."

A snow-white granulation grew wildly from a moonlit alley.

Its appearance becomes a slim woman.

The 'lip' covered with white flesh said with movement.

This person is the "White Grain Sprout" of one of the seven ancient evil things!

...

"But we all know that he inherited a lot of powers that do not belong to him."

"Even if it will be consumed one day, who knows which day it is?"

"Who is willing to risk being killed by those perverted martial artists who have been upgraded to heaven to do that 'consumable'?"

The other ancient evil things also put forward their opinions.

The dark clouds roll in the city of Thundercast.

White and blue lightning flashes alternately.

They argued for a while.

But I never got a reliable result.

Icardore sighed softly in his heart.

Everyone knows the harm of Roger.

Once he grows up for a while.

Mixing will be Roger alone in the world.

These evil things definitely have no place to live.

But the problem is.

No one dares to run to touch Roger's bad temper now!

Who knows how much of the other party still has the legacy of the ancient predecessors.

They still remember the scene of Roger's murder of all filthy blood before.

That is not the legacy of some ancient predecessors.

The masterpiece of the immortal who is clearly at the peak!

Exaggerated growth rate.

Strong connections.

Terrifying direction of cultivation.

These factors are superimposed on a young martial artist.

It undoubtedly means that the latter is very difficult to mess with.

In the city of Thunder.

All the evil things shirked their responsibilities for a long time.

No one wants to be the first bird.

final.

This temporary meeting, which was formed by Icardore running around, was about to end.

But at this moment.

At the entrance of Leicheng.

Suddenly, a tall and square-faced figure appeared.

The man wore a tall and pointed blue wizard hat, and at least 70 rays of light flashed on his three fingers in his left hand - which meant at least 70 rings of different forms that could be stacked!

In comparison.

His right hand was very clean.

Just quietly holding a quaint snake-headed staff.

The man walked steadily through the door with lightning flashing.

Then I took a leisurely walk in the city.

A pair of eyes focused on him.

After a moment.

Icardore's low voice sounded:

"You dare to break into the holy city of ancient divine objects!"

"I know your name."

"You are the "dominate Weilan" from Quinan. Those Saviors who have done evil in the Southern Continent are your subordinates!"

The tender white granulation also said in a sinister way:

"It turned out to be Mr. Weilan."

"You have robbed so much of my territory in the Southern Continent, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. How dare you fall into the trap?"

Chaos and evil wills instantly complete the assembly here.

Those forces belonging to ancient evil things turned into sickle-shaped weapons.

Just wait for his master to have a thought.

These weapons will cause this unruly intruder to bleed here.

Facing the hostile gazes of ancient evil creatures.

Weilan gently lifted the brim of her hat, with a serious expression and a stern tone:

"Not the "dominate."

"But the "time dominator."

His voice fell.

The thunder that never stopped in the city of Thundercast suddenly disappeared.

The azure lightning flash was also frozen in this second.

As if time has stopped.

Seeing this scene.

Icardore's tone was a little respectful:

"So that's it. The evil curse is just your shield. You use the evil curse magic as a stepping stone and actually opened the door of time..."

"So, those who come here are afraid that they are just your historical body, right?"

"Which history does your deity hide in to practice? Is it present? Or is it not? If it is the latter, then the price is not small?"

Weilan nodded slightly:
To be continued...