"The abyss is approaching the inner city step by step. Without waiting for Mu He to speak, Mo Fan's voice rang out.

Mo Fan's words caused a huge wave in everyone's hearts, as if all the internal organs had been shattered!

The abyss is approaching the inner city!!

Zhu Meng was the first to react, recalling the few times that the abyss had appeared before.

The first time was at the end of the Shayun River, that is, to the west of the ancient capital, separated by six or seven hundred kilometers.

The second time it appeared in Xianchi, which was already a place in a dilapidated village!

The third time was thirty kilometers away from the city, only thirty kilometers away from the city!

And this time, it appeared directly in the city, although the northern city has been swallowed up by the ocean of undead, but the abyss is indeed approaching step by step!

Once this abyss, which even the skeleton brake could easily annihilate to the Underworld, appeared in this inner city that housed millions of refuges......

Zhu Meng trembled violently, his pupils were dilated to burst, and he didn't dare to imagine this picture anymore!!

"The next abyss space drift is the death period for all of you, whether it is the ordinary people in this city as many cockroaches and rats, or you high-ranking mages, all of them will die, all of them will die!!

"Hahahaha, the grand ceremony, at that time will be the most solemn and glorious moment of our Holy See grand ceremony, and our Lord Salang will also be crowned as gods in this grand ceremony, and everyone will surrender to the feet of Lord Salang's death, and surrender to his great wisdom and creation!"

The fanatical madness of Hujin contrasted sharply with the silence and despair of the entire bell tower mage.

Abyss, it turns out that this is the next plan of the Black Holy See.

No wonder Zhang Xiaohou saw Mu He near the abyss, it turned out that they were all running it...... Faced with such a scenario, would anyone not think that Salang and his men were nothing more than a rabble?

This Salang is really a god of death, a dark god who created death!!

Life is indescribably cheaper in his eyes. A thousand-year-old venue is just a place to hold a grand ceremony, and the overwhelming army of the undead surrounds him to climb the stairs, and then the despair and death of millions of people in the city, and many supreme mages of the Magic Association, as the most bright red carpet, let him step on this carpet of death and blood condensed up on the stairs. Above this epic funeral, the whole world will tremble and surrender to his means and splendor!!

The grand ceremony, this is the grand ceremony of the Black Holy See Salang canonized the gods!!!

How terrible the abyss is, but will there be a terrible heart for Salang after all???

Standing on the bell tower, Archdeacon Hujin of the Black Holy See had already made a pilgrimage to the north, and the absurd piety was speechless, but what made everyone's hearts collapse even more was that this heart was more than the abyss's Salang. The Grim Reaper who used this pomp to tell the world the name of his Sarang is here!!

Han Lin regretted it, and his dead heart began to regret it.

If the plan is executed, the city of a million men will be destroyed, and so will Salang...... This person, who doesn't even have room for fear, is really a complete Grim Reaper!

However, what's the use of regretting now?

A sea of undead surrounds the inner city, and the abyss may appear in the middle of the inner city before the next dawn. The tiny inner city will be swallowed up by this hell's crucible, including millions of city citizens......

Tears fell wildly. Han fell to his knees in a dejected manner, and a generation of magic Tianjiao completely turned into a helpless old man at this moment.

"Sa...... Take whatever you want, Sharon, but ...... I, Han Lone, please...... I beg you to spare the people of this city. Han Shi's voice was trembling.

The president of the dignified bell tower magic association, the peerless magic of his body seems to be in vain. All that remained was such a cry of begging and begging.

All the high-level officials looked at Han Lin in disbelief, Han Lian, who had never compromised with any dark forces, actually made such a move, pleaded with the Black Holy See, and knelt down to Cardinal Salang, that is what kind of low heart has been trampled on. That's how messy the spirit is going to break???

Mystic white men stood there, their eyes full of hollowness.

It turned out that he had no contact with the real plan of the Black Holy See at all, and it turned out that he had lost so completely!

The tomb of the ancient king is beneath the abyss and cannot be stopped.

The Abyss also drifts the space to the inner city, and the entire inner walled city will be dragged to the abyss of hell.

The so-called glimmer of hope is to make everyone no longer have a little hope in their hearts, and be ready to become a bloody consciousness of the Black Holy See's grand ceremony.

The white man of the Mystic Society swept over these released high-level officials at a glance, and each high-level had the same despair and blankness on his face as everyone else, but he knew very well that one of them had already laughed wildly in his heart, laughing like a devil stepping on the city at the foot of the black iron ring!

"It's useless, sir. The white man of the Mystery Society slowly floated into silence.

If Sharon really wanted to trample on the majesty and dignity of the Magic Guild for thousands of years, he had already done so.

Just like the crazy words of Archdeacon Torazu, Salang wants to be a god, and if he wants to become a god of death that the whole world is shocked, he must bloom this grand ceremony, and the whole city must be destroyed.

I don't know how long this festival has been planned.

The Black Curia has unearthed more secrets than their Magic Guild knows.

They know the secrets of the Troubled Village, the relationship between Bocheng and the Dangerous Village, the secrets of the Abyss, and how to control the Abyss......

Waiting for death, is it really going to wait for death??

The mysterious gray white man helped Han Lone, and his eyes kept scanning the high-level executives who had been released, but where could he see the flaws.

What's more, knowing that the so-called house arrest is actually a collective execution, will those high-level officials really be arrested? ?

Everyone has a desire to survive, even if now let the Praetorian Mage arrest these people and put them to death, and fight hard to make the last fight, it may not be Salang, but his own people will lose both.

Just when the mysterious gray white man was desperate and angry, a Praetorian Guard mage slowly walked over and handed the mysterious gray white man a short note.

The Mystic White Man opened the note, and his eyes twitched slightly when he saw a symbol on it that only he could understand......

This man has finally brought news!

The mysterious gray white man read quickly, and the expression on his face changed little by little with the words written on it, and finally his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Hope, this line of words is the real hope!!

The eyes of the white men of the Mystery Society suddenly locked on Fang Gu, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou and others, but as soon as they considered that Salang was still among them, they immediately whispered a few words in Han Xiao's ear.

Han Lone's empty eyes also had a hint of brilliance.

"Really, can this person be trusted?" asked Han Shi.

"Absolutely!" said the white man of the Mystic Society with great certainty!!

"But can they really do it?" Han Xiao said.

"There is no choice, you have to give it a go, no matter how slim the hope is, it is also hope!" said the gray white man with extraordinary determination. (To be continued.) )