"God killing?"

As if he heard something ridiculous, the old dark monster laughed unscrupulously.

"It seems that you still know nothing about the power of the law."

The silent and breathless dark light covered the sky and the earth, enveloped this tiny figure of resistance.

Even though he roared hysterically, spreading his arms out of release of the thick pink mist, fighting as much as possible, facing this quiet dark light, with this brute force, it was as ridiculous as if he was pulling his hair and trying to lift himself up.

This is not finished yet.

Two flesh whiskers several meters in diameter suddenly drilled out from the fat blood nest. There were countless dense eyes on the tentacles, extending towards the source of darkness in the sky, as if they were to pull it into the mortal world.

But soon.

Dark lights, like poisonous pollution, extended down the two tentacles. Not only did they "bang" in a while, their fleshy whiskers slowly closed one eye after another.

No. 7 looked up at the sky with a hint of enlightenment.

"What the painter calls the mother's realm, or the pyramid of the Gulan Demon Eyes, is only the path to counteract lower creatures in that era, and only the power of the gods is eternal!"

But then, it showed a hint of incomprehension.

"But why does this god Orora have no aura of faith trend? Do these alien creatures have the method of mastering the power of the law without relying on faith? No, the Gods' books clearly record that every invasion, their temple expansion process is exactly the same as the mother nest expansion process, and they all need to first establish the temple foundation in the foreign land. Could it be that those scholars have found another type..."

There is no more time to think about these deeper problems.

As a heretic who went to foreign land to cultivate and spread faith, although the way of faith in the blood-derived gods is different from that of humans, the means of attacking heretics are the same.

"The fear of the Scorpion Mother is right. The only ones who can fight against the gods are the gods. The era when the painter ruled the night land has become history."

After realizing it, No. 7 smiled happily.

Just as the artist's attainment is, he deserves to be one of the top existences in the night sky.

But this ancient skill has gradually declined with the evolution and replacement of civilization.

It is the construction of the god system that has allowed the blood descendants to become stronger in this barren area of ​​the continent. Under the influence of the melee of the gods, they barely protect themselves rather than painters.

Otherwise, the bloodlines would have long been exterminated by other divine civilizations like the Quran fairy.

A black spot of light slowly landed from the center of the darkness of the sky.

The oppressive aura that overrides all living beings spreads unscrupulously in all directions!

The mighty wind blew a few of his dead hair, and fell straight to the blue head of the derivative beast that had lost its vitality. One big and one small dead fish eyes looked at the little thing that was eroded by the power of his own laws, and his thin palm slowly stretched over.

"I haven't lost yet!"

No. 7 howled.

It wants to use some secret means.

The old monster took a step faster, staring at the higher will of creatures that surpassed all living beings, frozen its soul thinking, and then the dry hand, which represented the power of the dark seal, pressed on its fluffy head.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

The thin palm stroked its fur, as if it was stroking a plush toy.

"Apart from that old guy, this should be the second blood transgender that anthropologists have the ability to reproduce? Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Many wizards awaken from the freezing of their souls.

Faced with such higher-level old monsters that dominate sentient beings, some of them were so frightened that they were so frightened that they fled away in various ways.

An old wizard let out a mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound. After wrapping himself up, his body turned into a flat blood shadow and fled into the distance.

A charming witch took out a bottle of potion. After the potion was sprinkled in the air, it shone with light blue fireflies and a large amount of blue smoke. The witch seemed to disappear out of thin air.

The other person split a few different afterimages and flew in different directions...

"Did I let you go?"

When the old monster with dead fish eyes glanced at these little guys, he took out a mirror with a sneer, and with a dark light, these little things that fled everywhere were all taken into it by the strange mirror in awe of horror.

As the Dark Sealer, it is only a matter of being able to seal these little wizards.

The wizards who were still moving were pale if they were confused and at a loss, and some wizards often screamed because of excessive pressure.

"This is Corleon, the dark sealer of the Principality of Gran! This is a monster!! Unless one of the five great witch kings comes in person, we will be dead! You don't understand his horror, no, no, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Other wizards obviously had heard of Corleon's deeds. After recognizing the old monster that suddenly came, they were suddenly filled with horror and despair.

A faint light emerged.

Lei Luo, holding the Super Realm Bead, came silently to the old monster Corleon.

"master."

Lei Luo's face was a little unfair.

The mental power is used to activate the Super Realm Pearl, and it consumes too much mental power and is almost fainting.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

The old monster held the doll No. 7 in one hand, with evil eyes, one big and one small, looking at the many mercenaries and wizards. Finally, he noticed the shadow of the sky on the ground, which was seriously injured and almost fainted, relying on his willpower to support him.

The pink mist that was spreading at this moment had dissipated.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The shadow of the sky was breathing, staring at the old monster, with only infinite longing left in his eyes.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe, isn't this your mentor's eldest disciple?"

Lei Luo also noticed the shadow of the sky.

But when it comes to the shadow of the sky mentioned by the wizard of Sunset Canyon, he suspects that this respected senior brother is very likely to be a fallen wizard. Lei Luo is unwilling to admit this fact, and he has no intention of questioning in person to investigate conspiracies and tricks.

"Hey, are you junior brother Lei Luo?"

Wushuang stared at Lei Luo on the side of the old monster.

At this moment.

Above his head, the dragon bird standing halfway up the mountain, shouted: "Shadow of the Sky, come and deal with this Sky Shadow of the Sky Witch King, he seems to have something to do with you!"

Everyone looked at the man wearing a crow mask in front of many wizards.

But at this moment, the real shadow of the sky, the mask was broken, and after a fierce battle with No. 7 in the mist of night, he stood intact on the ground!

Two shadows of the sky look at each other.

Instant.

A familiar feeling came out of my heart.

But I couldn't remember who the person who pretended to be.

The figure of the shadow of the sky floated up silently, came to Academician Corleon and Lei Luo, and asked in a low voice: "Sky Shadow Witch King? Who are you? Why do you pretend to be me? With the great Academician Corleon here, you can't escape!"

Lei Luo was stunned by it.

Did you blame Wushuang for your mistake?

"Hmph! Humph..."

Standing in front of many wizards, the man with a crow mask heard a low laugh, as if it was coming from the cracks of his teeth, and it was not difficult to hear his anger.

He stared at the shadow of the sky.

"You're lucky this time, but next time, your luck won't be so good!"

What's strange is that Lei Luo seemed to feel the familiar aura from this person, and in the fleeting process of contact with him, he seemed to feel the softness of his father.

It can't be that my father has come back from the dead, right?

impossible!

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe... next time?"

The old monster smiled and said, "Although I really want to know the follow-up story of you little guys, it's a pity that the Grand Duchy of Bar needs to use you wizards to cooperate with blood to make the church change their minds, so please offer yourself and end this story."

The man in the crow mask looked at the old monster Corleon.

"I heard that Master is the most powerful sealing master in the Principality of Gran. Unexpectedly, Master has entered the divine realm. Even if the Great Witch King of the Dark World comes in person, no one except that one is the master's opponent. Fortunately, I made a special arrangement before building this blood nest."

Bang!

The man with a crow mask snapped his fingers.

"oh?"

The old monster Corleon noticed something, first with a curiosity, then with a serious look of surprise, looking at the flesh and fat that was rolling around, as if it was being drained by something.

"Sacrifice?"

"It is the special sacrifice technique I have developed. Even the master should treat the terrifying will summoned by this level of sacrifice!"

But then, the confident smile of the man in the crow mask frozes.

Looking up at the silent and dark hand falling from the sky, the suffocation feeling that it was like slapping himself into death like a mosquito, full of longing murmurs.

"Is this the power of qualitative change after level 4 biological evolution?"

But this dark hand was unable to fall.
To be continued...