Chapter 2079 Golden Blade Marks, Blood-Drinking Evil Wind

It belongs to me, and I am willing to face it alone.

Zhankong's words lingered in Mo Fan's ears. At the same time, Mo Fan also regained his freedom and was no longer suppressed.

He could move, but couldn't take a single step for a while.

Just now Mo Fan learned about the promoter of this conspiracy. What made him especially helpless was that the promoter was not what he thought, but a complete and scheming bastard who was competing for interests. He just wanted his grandson to be freed from the cruel curse of the living dead from the perspective of an old man.

As for the mastermind of the "Thousand Hundred Years Later" campaign, Mo Fan couldn't have any refutation. He was also not for himself, nor for the so-called dictatorship of the Holy City. What he wants is that after thousands of years, people will not be invaded by the too prosperous darkness.

Instead, it was Mo Fan himself...

Either side he is on is wrong. Because this is a conflict that doesn't belong to you.

Waiting quietly for a result is the best respect for everyone!

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A black armored robe, the face is completely cloudy gas, and even those eyes full of deterrence are often unable to see.

Stepping down from the top of the mountain, he did not choose the holy city that was full of people, but stepped into the battlefield of the fallen city step by step. The brilliant lights and the dazzling flames of the tower were suddenly covered with a layer of gloom as Zhankong stepped in. Drape, all luminous objects become temperatureless.

Archangel Michael also flew into the battlefield of the Holy City. He stood on the dilapidated tower against the background. From his position, he could see the Holy City Avenue and Zhan Kong coming here. .

And behind the archangel Michael is the reflected holy mansion. Above the holy mansion, the dragon deer stands proudly at the highest point, and the moving gauze on his back swings with the cool breeze on.

At this time, Qin Yuer didn't look like a prisoner at all. There was already a shadow of the Holy Light swaying behind the archangel Michael, looking more like a guardian, defending the goddess who was being entangled by the devil.

Zhankong stood on the Holy City Avenue. The clean avenue was paved with blue-gray floor tiles, and the shops on both sides were prosperous, but this road was full of hostile eyes. They were far brighter than those lights...

Looking from afar, when he was completely watching Qin Yu'er, Zhan Kong felt that those vague memories in his mind suddenly turned into a surging wave, filling his thoughts!

Bit by bit from the past, Qin Yu'er's frown and smile, but recalled all of this, this body that has always wanted to completely control her is not beautiful, but heart-piercing pain!

Undead do not allow memories, especially good ones, the more unforgettable they are, the more tortured they are.

"Ow~~~~~~~~~~~~!!"

Like the hell devil roaring, Zhankong's roar echoed in the two holy cities, all the bright yellow, bright red, scorching white light and flames completely turned into a ghostly blue light, and the world seemed to fall into the icy Jiuyou all at once. In the magic pool.

"God's grace is mighty!"

"God's grace is mighty!"

On the avenue of the holy city, on the eaves of the street, the holy city mage who participated in the war read aloud, and there were countless golden ripples in the dark night sky, and the ripples became larger and larger, and finally turned into golden blade marks that can shatter everything. .

The golden blade marks continuously slashed towards Zhankong on the holy city. The power of each blade mark is not inferior to that of the Holy Judgment Demon Sword. Once a certain target is locked, it will definitely cause the purest destruction of light, especially are dark creatures.

Light is the nemesis of darkness. Even if it gets a little spot of light, the undead creatures will burn all over the body, and such golden blade marks are constantly falling on the Holy City Avenue with extremely high frequency, almost illuminating the night as bright as the day. No gaps, no pauses.

The long and classical Holy City Avenue block is beyond recognition, full of sharp slash marks. After the baptism of the huge light energy, it turned into golden firefly ashes, slowly rising in the messy avenue block.

The battlefield of the fallen city is above people's heads, so the ashes of golden fireflies that fly up and down are as beautiful as golden meteor showers in people's eyes. Slowed down countless times, and fell gracefully, but in the night between the two holy cities Dissolving like fireworks in a prosperous age.

The golden blade marks slashed the demons. It was a super-group method composed of countless super-powerful light magics. It shocked every magician who looked up in the holy city of the earth, but the black armored emperor was safe and sound. The golden fire was constantly splashing on the robe, and the light power restraining the existence of darkness did not affect its unique dark texture at all. This black robe is the black steel that shuttles through the flames...

"Blood drinks evil wind!"

Hands into claws, sweeping along the street.

The blood-colored evil wind made a strange whine, and quickly shuttled past the holy city mages standing on the street.

Each of these holy city mages are equipped with armor and magic equipment and have defensive magic. They are not responsible for attacking. They are attacking those holy city mages standing on the eaves. Their existence is to resist and resist all the darkness of this dead emperor. attack!

However, what the blood-drinking evil wind attacks is not the flesh of these magicians at all. It is the wind that pierces the soul. No matter how powerful the defensive magic tools and defensive barriers are in front of it, they are just a layer of meaningless nets. After all, Soul Piercing Wind can instantly tear their souls to shreds!

"Dong dong dong dong ~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The defensive mages standing on the Avenue of the Holy City fell one by one like dominoes. Their whole bodies were blue-gray like corpses, and their eyes were even more hollow because their souls were torn apart.

In the plan of the commander-in-chief of the holy city, these defensive mages would change another batch immediately after resisting the first attack of the undead emperor. In front of such an emperor-level creature, these magicians are more like ancient methods. Shield soldiers, the shield soldiers in the front row are replaced immediately after a wave of enemy arrows, and the shield soldiers in the back row are connected.

However, these defensive holy city mages did not resist the first wave of the enemy's offensive at all, and a large number of high-level mages died directly, and the two super-level mages who were in charge of the team were not spared.

Black turbid air kept emitting from the pores of their bodies, their souls were extinguished, and their bodies were also evaporating little by little, but during the process of evaporating, those black turbid qi flew towards them without any guidance. Zhankong's black armor made his armor look even darker, exuding yin!

The pain can only be relieved by killing. The breath deprived from the living people gradually calmed Zhan Kong's twisted face.

He, after all, is an undead!

Once provoked, no amount of blood can fill the hatred within! !