Sensing the intensity of the light ball, Luo Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good, it's far worse than a nuclear bomb."

After being bombed by Leona's magic crystal nuclear bomb once, Luo Ying now looks down on these low-power magic crystal weapons, but it is one thing to look down on them, and a headache is another thing. His body must be unable to withstand the magic crystal cannon of this strength.

When he and Immortal Chenguang were bombarded by the Whitebeard with magic crystal hands, he avoided it, but Immortal Chenguang's body was blown to pieces.

Although he and Immortal Chenguang are both golden-level skeletons, their strengths are incomparable. The magic crystal hand cannon that can smash Immortal Chenguang may not necessarily hurt him.

In addition to Liona's magic crystal nuclear bomb, Luo Heng had been bombarded twice by the magic crystal weapon, so he had experience. Now that the light ball hit him, he could see at a glance that the intensity was not something his body could withstand, it was a super weapon at the siege level.

But it was too late to avoid it, almost subconsciously. Luo Ying shook his right hand, and the purple-black dominant hand trembled at high speed. With a buzzing sound, the magic armor and soul armour on his arm were all shattered, revealing the purple-black hand bones.

At this moment, Luo Qing was in pain, and the magic armor of 500,000 yuan per piece was broken again.

Although the damage to the arm does not affect the other parts of the magic armor, and the Black Dragon King still has a lot of dragon skin and dragon tendons left, and can be repaired at any time, it is not a solution to break it once every time you use the dominant hand. The materials will always be used up for a day.

With thousands of thoughts in his mind, Luo Heng waved his purple-black right arm at the same time, jumped up to the sky, and faced the light ball of the upper magic crystal cannon, and punched it out.

It seemed as if a sun suddenly appeared in front of me, and the dazzling bright light shone everything, and then a circle of violent shock waves spread out in a ring. In the center of the strong light, a figure was shocked to fly backwards and smashed into the ground obliquely.

The strong light disappeared, and something was plowing out a straight line on the ground. At the end of the straight line, Luo Heng kept a punch and supported himself on the ground with one knee.

The person who saw this scene dropped his chin to the ground. The King of Steel Bone actually withstood the damage of the Magic Crystal Cannon. Oh my God, this is still a human... no, is this still a skeleton?

This level of magic crystal cannon is used to deal with the kind of city walls with magic defense. From the perspective of siege, it is more practical than the forbidden spell because its destructive power is relatively concentrated and it explodes rapidly.

In other words, the King of Steel Bone is equivalent to blowing a forbidden spell with one punch... The enemies who see this scene are going crazy. Even if their Holy Spirit comes, it is impossible to blow the forbidden spell with one punch.

However, Luo Xun's condition was not very good. At least two fingers on his palm were broken, and there were two bones on his little arm, the ulna and radius, and the ulna was also broken. The dominant hand endured all the power of the magic crystal cannon. Except for the arm, there was nothing else in Luo Xun's body.

However, the soul was seriously impacted, which made Luo Heng feel dizzy and he could only stabilize his mind by force.

Looking up at the air, a giant dragon rushed down from the air and rushed towards the place where the light ball just rose.

Seeing the movements of Immortal Chen Guang, Luo Xun quickly shouted: "Don't, don't break the Magic Crystal Cannon."

Luo Heng's voice was transmitted to the Immortal Chenguang through his soul. The Immortal Chenguang, who almost pounced on him, quickly twisted his neck and opened his mouth and spewed out a blazing flame.

After burning the ground, Immortal Chenguang grabbed something, fluttered hard, and flew in this direction.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Heng slightly straightened the broken ulna, allowing the broken places to be connected together, and the power of the soul surged through them, connecting them together.

The bones on the skeleton are bound together by soul energy. As long as there is no large piece missing, the soul power has enough strength to bind them together.

Looking at the broken place with regret, Luo Heng murmured: "What a pity, go back and ask Teddy to repair it with the best materials."

However, even if it is repaired, the strength will probably not be as good as the original one. In the future, I dare not reach out to dig in and dig it out.

Just as he was regretful, Luo Heng suddenly found that the broken mouth was stuck together.

"Huh?" Luo Qing tweaked in surprise, but did not move it. The broken ulnar bone was really stuck. Although there were still a gap and the adhesion was very fragile, this adhesion itself indicates something: "Can it be automatically repaired?"

Luo Qing can say with certainty that his body does not have this function, so automatic repair can only be a characteristic of the dominant hand.

Luo Heng turned his wrist and sensed that the adhesion at the fracture was getting stronger and stronger. He confirmed that it was really being repaired automatically. He immediately felt regretful and sighed: "It seems that he can continue to roam in the future."

Without time to continue research, Luo Ying asked the rescued lichs to board the small sampan on the pier, put on ropes, dragged them from the front of the Immortal Chenguang, and crossed the strait dozens of meters wide.

The Church of Light, which mobilized its troops to chase after, could only watch the row of small sampans gradually fade away.

...

Two saints of the Church of Light walked into the room with a solemn and solemn expression on their faces. The robe swayed with their bodies, and there was vaguely no other clothes inside.

The saints are very solemn in their hearts. Their mission today is to soothe the pain of a brave priest. This brave priest has just fought desperately with the evil King of Steel Bone and was seriously injured and urgently needed the saint's treatment.

This is their mission and their glory. From the moment they were chosen as saints, they have been instilled with such beliefs that in order to save the heroes, they do not care about giving everything.

Ansel, who was sitting on the chair, was dying. The laceration on his face was shocking. The tender flesh turned out without a drop of blood. It was obvious that it was eroded by evil forces.

The two saints were both heartbroken and anxious. They quickly walked to Ansel, knelt on their knees, and held his hands tightly. From childhood education, they should be merciful to comfort their souls and not be bound by their identity and status. Therefore, the saints of the Church of Light advocated kneeling spell casting.

In the low chanting, the saints ignited a holy light.

The continuous flow of vitality into the body, quickly nourishing Ansel's almost dry body. This is the consequence of enduring two divine power and holy words, allowing his vitality to pass away quickly. The only way to heal is to replenish his vitality.

The continuous influx of vitality also brought a side effect. What is vitality? In early spring, Ansel felt something in his body was ready to move. When he saw the saint kneeling in front of him, he could no longer bear it.

"Anyway, it's all going to be consumed, so don't waste it."

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, there were only two dry corpses left in the room with skin losing all moisture.

The radiant face disappeared, the scars on his face disappeared, and the decayed breath disappeared. Ansel, who looked much younger than before, slowly put on his robe, waved his hand gently, and murmured: "Go, rest in peace, this is just the price of the Holy Word."

The two dried corpses were directly swallowed by the white light, and the smoke disappeared in the white light, leaving no trace of charred, as if they had been purified.

"Gee!!" A hurried knock on the door sounded. Before Ansel could respond, he shouted anxiously: "Previous judge, the skeleton is coming, the skeleton army is approaching, blocking the strait, and there are countless blacks."

"Calm down." Ansel, who was still in the sage time, responded calmly and opened the room calmly: "The skeleton cannot fly across the strait, why are you anxious?"

The informant subconsciously looked into the room, probably because he wanted to see the figures of the two saints who entered last night. These beautiful and pure saints are extremely attractive to the ignorant saints.

Ansel cursed inwardly, but said quietly on his face: "The two saints saved the life of a presiding judge and have made great contributions. They have been summoned by the Lord to the Kingdom of God, and will be blessed by the Holy Spirit."

"Blessed by the Holy Spirit." The believer responded quickly and lowered his head devoutly.

He felt that all his men were dead and there were no black workers. Ansel came to the dock, and saw the small black dots flying over from the sky opposite the strait. He just said that the skeleton army could not fly, and couldn't help but let out a classic curse: "Yebada, the skeleton is really flying over."
Chapter completed!