The whole pyramid was shaking slightly, did the yellow sand fall from the top, was it the falling sand?

Jory didn't know what was happening now, or why the pyramid suddenly became like this, but it didn't matter. Jory still needs to find the power of the Old God, though it is unclear how it exists.

As soon as Qiao Li took a step, a blood-red magic aura suddenly lit up under her feet, as if a black viscous liquid was pouring out from Qiao Li's feet.

And although Qiao Li was already on guard, she was also tricked, so she immediately released her purification magic to try to fight it.

But Qiao Li was almost exhausted of her strength, and she was soon imprisoned by the black slime, and the black magic circle flickered wildly around her, buzzing and buzzing, and Qiao Li's chest and body lit up with a point of light.

Protecting Qiao Li's heart, but this process was like hammering Qiao Li's heart with a heavy hammer, Qiao Li's body couldn't bear it at all, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the black viscosity of the soles of her feet quickly covered Qiao Li's arms.

Soon, Jory fell into a fainting, and before she fell unconscious, she saw only a familiar figure.

"Miss Jory, hey, hey, be my puppet. Chen Sona walked out of the darkness, grinned fiercely, leaned down and gently brushed Qiao Li's beautiful cheek with her hand, and mentioned that Qiao Li combed her golden hair, feeling very satisfied.

"The guardian magic in your body is really stubborn. Chen Sona put her hand on Qiao Li's bulging breasts, and seemed to be a little distressed, "But it's a little troublesome." ”

Then Chen Sona showed a hideous and satisfied smile, glanced at the long sword, and reached out to take it, but her body trembled, as if she had received an electric shock. Chen Sona took the burning finger in her mouth and sucked, "Damn Jostine's power." ”

Chen Sona felt that she couldn't take this sword, so she lost interest. picked up Qiao Li, Chen Sona is younger than Qiao Li, so she is actually not as tall as Qiao Li, but she picked up Qiao Li as easily as lifting a fluffy marshmallow. Chen Sona walked a few steps, looked back at Shi Ren, who was lifeless, and said lightly: "If this guy is not the priest chosen by Death, then it should be that woman." ”

After speaking, Chen Sona hugged Qiao Li and left.

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"Fuck it, damn it, are you trying to murder your own father? Tap, give me a tap. Zhang Delong howled loudly.

"Shut up for me. Angrily hammered Zhang Delong's wound, making Zhang Delong even more painful.

It is a miracle that Zhang Delong can survive the attack of the undead army, although the number of undead troops is not large, but the combat effectiveness, Zhang Delong is sure that he has the level of a bronze knight, coupled with the body of black metal, even if Zhang Delong is a silver knight, he can't withstand it.

Zhang Delong's armor had already been chopped to shreds, every inch of his body was wounded, and there was even a sickle stuck in his chest. While trying to find a way to take out the sickle, Zhang Delong cursed endlessly.

In fact, I also want to scold my mother, who gave this group of brain-dead knights the illusion that they would be healed if they were a heavenly master?

There are still priests in the army, but now those priests are also in a hurry, and magic potions and water drinks are not enough magic to heal so many wounded. As a result, a fire celestial master was also forced to go up and "heal" Zhang Delong.

sighed and said, "You are also stupid enough, Chen Chen didn't kill him, but he almost hung up." ”

"I just didn't think this guy had two hands. Zhang Delong smiled, not caring at all, "By the way, let this guy in, can Qiao Li solve it?"

"Nonsense. Said proudly, "Qiao Li is my student, you still don't know my skills?"

"It's because I know what you're capable of that I'm worried about. Zhang Delong said disdainfully, and then scolded suddenly: "Fuck, you bastard, do you want me to die by breaking this directly?"

Only then did he let go of the sickle stuck in Zhang Delong's chest, which was actually an arm of the undead army, and after cutting into Zhang Delong's chest, it was cut off by Zhang Delong.

"What can I do. Shrugging, "I'm not a priest, how can I take it out for you otherwise?"

"You're not a pastor, so look at others, it's not that the pastor over there doesn't serve well. Zhang Delong pointed at Zhang Xingchen and Mo'er and roared.

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"You said you have a younger sister, that must be beautiful?" On this side, Mo'er looked very happy listening to the guy with the same name as her brag.

Mo'er used to admire Chen Chen the most, because she felt that the undead army was invincible in the world, which left an extremely deep impression on her when she was a child. But today, she witnessed the destruction of the undead army, although the country of Buro used a few thousand knights, only killed a few hundred undead soldiers, and killed more than two or three thousand people, basically all of them were wounded, and the battle damage was basically impossible to see.

But Mo'er obviously doesn't have this kind of battle damage comparison, she only knows who wins, who is stronger.

"That is, although I don't look very good, but you look at my hair color, my eyes, if it were a girl, it must be very beautiful. Zhang Xingchen pointed at himself, stretched out his hand and gestured, trying to describe to Mo'er what his sister looked like.

"Just like your saint?" Mo'er asked.

"Of course. As soon as Zhang Xingchen said it, he felt that he was bragging, and quickly changed his words and said, "Oh, no, no, no, no, naturally it is not as good as Miss Qiao Li, but it is definitely not bad." ”

Mo'er was very unhappy, because she felt that Shi Ren kicked her aside because she fell in love with the so-called saint, and she felt that it was an insult when she thought about the scene at that time, "Compare it with me." ”

Zhang Xingchen was stunned, "Uh, this, I don't know." ”

"I don't know what I mean, do you also think I'm ugly and prevaricate me?" Mo'er was furious and shouted violently.

"No, no. Zhang Xingchen quickly explained: "I haven't seen my sister either, she died of illness when she was very young. ”

"......" Mo'er stared at Zhang Xingchen with disdain, and said, "Then you just said that your sister is very beautiful?"

"It's not enough to think about it. Zhang Xingchen pursed his lips and muttered, "Besides, I look like a noble lord, and if my sister is still alive, she will definitely be beautiful." ”

"Noble lord?"

Zhang Xingchen saw that Mo'er didn't seem to understand the word noble lord, and then continued, "It's the kind of person who opens his mouth when he eats, stretches out his hand when he stretches out his clothes, someone comes to hammer his shoulders when he sits, and there are servants and servants when he lies down." ”