The old staircase was soaked with rain, and a few muddy footprints hurriedly stepped on it.

The entire inner city was not only surrounded by an army of the undead, but also trapped by cold rain and darkness, and people wanted to see the light but feared it.

No one has a definitive conclusion on how long it has been, the clock on the bell tower has been deliberately covered, and no one wants to watch a countdown to death.

A pair of flaming wings staggered back into the bell tower from a distance, and the figure under the wings almost half-fell on the railing of the bell tower platform, Zuo Feng and the demon man saw it, and hurriedly went up to support him.

"Are you alright?" asked Zuo Feng.

"We lost. Zhu Meng's eyes were gloomy, and even his voice was a little depressed.

"The corpse of the mountain...... Can't even beat you?" Zuo Feng glanced into the distance, but the black man couldn't see anything clearly, but one heart-pounding roar after another came from outside.

Zhu Meng was half lying there, the injury on his leg made it a little difficult for him to stand up, the flaming wings behind him were mutilated, the thunder armor was even more unrecognizable, and a high-ranking and powerful councilor had turned into a defeated general, and there was no fighting spirit in his eyes.

"They...... How?" Zhu Meng asked.

Now Zhu Meng is most concerned about Mo Fan and a few of them, this time there are a lot of people who go out, but not even half of them can really come back, Zhu Meng saw with his own eyes that the strongest military secretary Yao Ting among their group of mages was crushed to death by the corpse of that mountain peak on a mountain.

He wished Meng to be the last to retreat, but he didn't know exactly how many people had survived the horrific slaughter of the corpses of the mountain peaks.

The corpse of the mountain peak is far stronger than they imagined, and without even the abyss drifting, this corpse of the mountain peak will raze the inner city to the ground.

"I'll help you, you can see for yourself. Zuo Feng slowly helped Zhu Meng up.

Zhu Meng was a little puzzled, and at this time, the demon man pointed to Xie Sang next to him. Explain to him the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror.

"Hahaha~~~~~~ you guys are so ridiculous that you bet all your bets on those imps!" a piercing laugh came from above.

Zhu Meng raised his head and stared at Archdeacon Mu He, who was tied up under the bell tower, with disgust.

Mu He was laughing wildly, smiling like a demon who had already eaten a full meal and peeping into the sad tears of others, treacherous, cunning, and his distorted face was full of the hopeless madness of the Black Holy See.

Death is a very indifferent thing to Mu He. He has been dormant for so many years just for today's grand ceremony, and when the grand ceremony is completed, even if he dies, it will only be a physical perish, and his soul will escape into the eternal court of the Black Holy See with countless merits, enjoying the treatment like a heavenly god!

He Muhe killed so many people today, including those who bled and died in Bocheng, and all their souls will escape into the court of eternal life and become his Muhe's slaves. His exploits in the Black Holy See are enough to make him a king in the Court of Eternal Life, and everyone else can only submit!

Now he has nothing to do, just wait for this physical mortal fetus to be destroyed, and he will immediately ascend to his "heaven".

"This madman, killing him is not enough to vent his anger!" the demon man glanced at Mu He and said fiercely.

Zhu Meng ignored him and stared at the evil eye in the bronze mirror.

A purple-black lightning bolt appeared in the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror. Patches of thunder spread across the earth, and thunder and lightning danced wildly. Mo Fan was like a lonely boat swaying in a white storm, the hull of the ship was badly damaged and would sink at any moment.

Zhu Meng looked at this scene, but his dejected eyes were full of shock!

"These ...... These...... He killed them??" Zhu Meng said in a trembling voice.

"Well, they've fallen into the dead. Zuo Feng said.

"He's alone...... Killed so many??"

The bones were scattered all over the place, and they were sprinkled into a long carpet of bones. I don't know how far it has been paved.

And in the center of the carpet of bones, a mountain of bones is shockingly raised, with skull heads, skull limbs, skeletal bodies, ribs, sternum, leg bones, phalanges, jawbones...... These messy piles are piled together, forming a mountain of bones, and the white is terrifying!!

Mo Fan, who was accompanied by flames on his body, stood on the bone mountain. The precious armor of the Xuan Serpent was also mutilated at this moment, and a striking bright red on the protected head slipped down, swept over the eyebrows, crossed the cheeks, and was falling drop by drop......

At a glance, he was already at the end of his crossbow, and a gust of wind could blow him off from the unstable Bone Pile Mountain.

If you are a mage with average willpower, you should close your eyes and sink yourself into this pile of bones for eternity.

But he was still standing, his black eyes exhausted but still forcing himself to squeeze out a little light.

"Zhumeng, it's great that you're back......"

Several footsteps sounded behind him, and the high-level leaders who had gone to prepare the escape plan returned here one after another to gather at this time, including Han Lin and the white people of the Mystic Society.

Ling Xi, Chu Jia, Lu Xu, Feijiao and the others have recovered a little, and they will be the main force in the escape plan, leading a small number of people to get out alive.

Seeing Zhu Meng standing in front of the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror in a daze, the mysterious gray white man knew his mood, walked up and patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "They have done a lot for us, and they have done a lot for this city, they should have been on the list of plans, but they died in that mausoleum that is more than 2,000 years old......"

"Yes, Zhumeng, don't be sad, looking forward is the most important thing. Flying Horn also came up to comfort Zhumeng.

"Besieged by a group of skeletons, alas, ......"

He ...... They didn't die. Zhu Meng, who had been sluggish for a long time, spit out such a sentence.

Zhu Meng's words stunned everyone.

Not dead??

It's impossible, it's been a long time, not to mention a few mid-level mages, even high-level mages have already died a few rounds in it.

"See for yourselves!" Zhu Meng said, pointing to the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror.

At this time, everyone re-surrounded them, and the first thing they saw was the bone mountain that Zhu Meng was shocked by!!

The bone mountain was raised, Mo Fan stood there, there were still flames burning on his palms, countless skeletons climbed up along the bone mountain, and Mo Fan's flames smashed them one by one.

Everyone could see that Mo Fan's qi was exhausted, but when these high-ranking people found out that he was stepping on a huge mountain of bones, their eyes began to moisten.

He's not dead yet!

He's not even dead!!

The group of them had given up the slightest expectation of him early on, who would have thought that after such a long time, he would still be alive in that dead door.

The indomitable and arrogant nature of this heart needs to be fully embodied by so many corpses and such a mountain of bones! )