The man in black sneered and said in a rough voice: "Dark God ......"

"Spirit, Lord Demon God of the Temple warns us now that we must retain our strength, we can't use our magic skills at will, let alone turn into a demon body, those who violate it will be executed, don't do stupid things!"

A voice of urgency lingered in his mind, interrupting what he was about to blurt out.

The man in black lost his interest suddenly, and he bit his tongue and said, "Cut, it's really annoying!" With that, he pulled out the green knife and withdrew his magic.

"You have to understand the Lord Demon God, he is also on the instructions of the Demon King. Now we have to recharge our batteries, and in a few years, we can go on a killing spree and make the ants of this planet submit forever. After all, at that time, the seven demon gods will come at the same time, and these people can only be slaughtered. The voice echoed in his head again.

"A few years, it's a bit long, so I'll wait until now to fight with this person, and I hope that by then, this person will be able to make himself even more excited. With that, he curled his purple lips, and a strange laugh came out of his mouth.

The surging magic power around him began to gradually dissipate, and the vast purple magic circle slowly became transparent, and the terrifying magic pressure was plummeting.

The empty purple curtain was suddenly pulled down, changing back to its original color.

This person is one of the subordinates of the Temple Demon God, Spirit. It loves experimental research, collects dead corpses widely and transforms them, has the ability to summon necromancers, and is called a necromancer by the demons, and is extremely powerful.

Ling saw that the magic pressure around him was gradually disappearing, and his face was smeared with a trace of doubt, but he didn't have time to hesitate, and hurriedly seized this lost opportunity.

The majestic and majestic god is upright, the long golden hair is flying slowly, and the golden eight wings behind him are radiant.

"God-Break the Nine Suns!" Ling Jinhui's eyes were cold and bright, cold and compelling.

There are nine types and three mysteries of the door sword, the advent of the gods is only one of the mysteries, and the moves of the gods have a total of five moves, the first move is the destruction of evil, and the second move is to break the nine yangs.

The god's golden eyes suddenly shot out golden rays, and a golden giant sword flashed in his right hand. The sky instantly turned into a deep blue color, as if it was a blue ocean, and the power of the battle ground filled the entire space.

Ling raised his sword sideways, placing the blade of the Creation Divine Sword on his left arm, and the tip of the sword pointed in the direction of the black-clothed Rao. The god also made the exact same movement as him, as if it was Ling's shadow under the scorching sun.

The sword aura on the divine sword was swirling, the golden light was dazzling, the air waves were circulating, and the sharp sword qi swooped out, mighty and sharp.

His eyes froze, ready to lean over and shoot, but the black-clothed figure instantly turned into a thick purple smoke, and then drifted away and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Ling retracted his posture, and there was no more black-clothed aura around him.

How did the man in black disappear out of thin air? and he didn't leave the slightest trace, as if he had evaporated from the world.

"It's okay to go, with your current strength, you will definitely suffer, maybe this king will have to take action to save your life. Sister Long breathed a sigh of relief and said happily.

The surrounding turmoil gradually subsided, and the cool breeze swept all over Ling's body, and there was a cold blessing that he was full of sorrow at the moment, and a sense of powerlessness swept through his heart.

Although Sister Long is very straightforward, it is indeed an indisputable fact. Even if he used a sword to break through the wilderness and mystery just now, he couldn't defeat the man in black. Because he had known the outcome from the moment the demonic pressure that made his heart palpitate.

He withdrew his power, and another phantom suddenly disappeared, and the huge bodies of the ambassador and the god all turned into light and drifted away, and the surrounding sky also turned into pitch black.

Occasionally, a few stars blink and shine brightly in the night sky, making it extremely lonely.

"Father, how far is the path you are pursuing, and can I really succeed?" He had long flowing blond hair, a high windbreaker, eight-winged golden eyes, and a starry face, but his dazzling golden eyes were full of sickle sorrow.

Late at night makes people dream, loneliness makes people miss their father, and he doesn't know where his hometown is, only knows the little bit of his childhood past.

The Pope's interior of the Shenyue Sect is slightly simple. A table, a cabinet, a chair, and a ruler. The walls are painted brown and the floor is paved with reddish-brown oak, giving it a very neat look.

A man with a bearded eyebrows, white sideburns, pale hair, and a resolute face was lying on a chair.

His eyes were closed, his long white hair cascading back like a waterfall, and the sound of even breathing came from his nose.

At a cursory glance, although this person's temples are frosty white, he does not see a trace of old age, but is alive and vibrant, and his face still has a few heroic appearances.

This man of unknown age is none other than the Moon Elder of the Shenyue Sect, his full name is Yue Han, and his cultivation has reached the level of an ancient god, and he already has the ability to be immortal. If you reach the fairy realm, you can get the so-called immortal body, while the divine realm can only extend the lifespan of a few hundred years.

A dazzling golden light suddenly flashed out in front of his table, and then a beautiful woman who was beautiful and captivating the country suddenly flashed with the light.

Elder Yue opened his hazy eyes slightly, and the tiredness that seemed like a surging river made him yawn.

"What did I do to you, Princess, who didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and came to me?"

As soon as he arrived here, he instantly sobered up, and then stood up excitedly, and said with joy on his face: "Oh, is it the princess who wants to spend this twilight autumn night with me?"

Yan Qianxue frowned, her lips opened slightly, and her voice said coldly: "You dead old man, don't dream of your Spring and Autumn Festival, I'm here to ask for that invitation." Originally, she had planned to come tomorrow, but in order to avoid too much attention, she still thought it would be more appropriate to come tonight, after all, the old man had always regarded this room as his home.

Hearing this, Elder Yue pondered for a moment, and then asked, "I wonder what kind of invitation the noble princess wants, is it an invitation to the competition of the Sect, or an invitation to a dance performance, or an invitation to the Sect's annual celebration?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of invitation it is, give me a message. Yan Qianxue didn't think about it, and directly put down a cruel sentence.

"Uh......" Elder Yue didn't expect her to be so domineering, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Outside the higher education building of this hospital, Jing Rou and Su Jin were standing in front of the gate and waiting.

At this time, the night is deep and quiet, the moon is high and the wind is cool, and the street lights everywhere are very sufficient, illuminating the surroundings brightly.

The withered leaves fluttered, falling to the ground, and there was a rustling sound.

The night patrol was carried out in groups of several people, confused and swaying in the bright light, with tired faces.

It's just that when they passed in front of Su Jin and Jing Rou, the listlessness on their faces immediately changed to radiance, and they all turned their heads to look as if they had discovered a new continent, and their eyes were full of heat.

Qidao's figure in a jet-black robe was walking from not far away, and the group of people who were originally refreshed saw these black shadows and fled in a panic as if they had seen a ghost, and disappeared from the sight of Liangrao in an instant

Seven men in black clothes stopped in front of the two of them, and one of them, a shorter brown-haired man, crossed his hands on his hips and interrogated them with a big grin, "What are you doing?"

A man with short hair and a long face and a sharp face raised his hand and slapped him on the head, and said angrily: "You are a hairy man, don't beep blindly if you don't talk, no one treats you as a dumb person!"

ps: Open your mouth to complain, stop when you want to speak, meditate on it, and don't say anything.

Yida: The meaning of a large number.

I hope you have a lot of fun watching ...