The King of Light sat with his elbows resting on the wooden table, his two forearms triangular shaped, his palms pressed against his cheeks, his mouth and nose covered, and he carefully examined the exquisite work of art. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Perfect.

He stared so infatuated that no one appeared behind him without knowing it.

"Hey." The cry came from the rear.

The King of Light came back to his senses.

The underground space is a forbidden place for the Temple, and no one dares to enter except him, not even the Apostle of Light. He knew in an instant that the comer was not good, and he was able to break through the prohibitions unknowingly, which showed that the other party's strength was not bad.

Turning around, I saw a man dressed strangely. A black gown, a white handkerchief, and a delicate mask with a hint of evil.

The strange atmosphere, incompatible with Montechi, is from another world.

The King of Light was always invincible, his own invincible spirit, his eyes rose with a blazing white light, staring at him majestically.

It's an arcane art—the gaze of the sun god. Arcane is a type of high magic, second only to forbidden spells. This magic is similar to Medusa's petrification, and those who make eye contact with it will be shocked, incapacitated for a short time, and left to be slaughtered.

The magician was not affected at all, and said with a grin: "Titanium alloy dog eyes, amazing." ”

The King of Light has a rough judgment of his strength, the Archmage of the Firmament, the most conservative estimate.

"What is your purpose?"

"I heard that you got an artifact, can you lend me two days?"

This is the end of the conversation, and there is no need to go on.

The King of Light unleashes a stormy attack. No one could provoke him, not the aliens of Montechi, not even the visitors from the other world. In his long life, he killed many visitors from other worlds, and those self-righteous stupid pigs always rushed to their deaths. People from the other world are not as strong as they think, pioneers are just an example, legends often cannot be replicated, he can end the era of magic, it does not mean that others can end the age of magic.

The magician is surrounded by black and white, half light, half dark, half warm, half cold, half hope, and half despair.

This is the forbidden light and dark magic seal, which is sold in the Scarlet Mall, and the price is 70,000 Crimson coins.

It is not pure light magic, but a combination of light and dark magic. Alex's talent is unprecedented, and all kinds of magic are perfect, but light magic is more prominent, so he is called the King of Light.

The Light and Darkness Seal is a powerful sealing technique that skillfully balances light and darkness to form a state of silence and emptiness, freezing everything that is enveloped.

The magician stood in mid-air, with endless light on his left and the endless darkness of the abyss on his right, squeezed between light and darkness, unable to move.

The King of Light could have killed him with offensive magic, but he didn't want to mess it up.

"A powerhouse from another world, but that's it."

The King of Light shook his head in disappointment, ignoring the magician. Let him hang in the air like that and become part of the work of art.

Turning around, I saw a familiar face, pale and treacherous.

"Excuse me, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly. The magician said.

He was obviously sealed, but he suddenly appeared behind the Queen of Light. Looking at the light and dark magic seal, it is clear that there is another magician in it.

It seems weird, but he's a magician.

Magic is inherently weird and incredible.

The magic wand morphs into a massive laser cannon, spewing deep purple light.

The King of Light froze, and a large hole appeared in his abdomen, through which he could see the scenery behind him. But there is no blood flowing out, no guts gushing, only holy and noble light, perfection from the inside out.

The magician was a little puzzled, and the facial features on the mask moved slightly, revealing a puzzled look. After a moment, he asked, "Elemental body?" ”

"It's kind of insightful."

The body of the elements is similar to the external incarnation of the world of cultivation, both of which use the ontology as a template to build a new body, and if the technique is skillful, it is even more powerful than the ontology.

It turns out that this killing scarlet cause, the sealed endless Alex is just a clone.

"Where's your body?"

"In the light of the eternal light, he is immortal."

So said the King of Light.

This madman actually made his own body into a work of art.

The magician tilted his head, not understanding what he was talking about, and the fight continued.

Magic and magic are intertwined, and the sky seems to be raining with colors.

Under the powerful fluctuations, those beautiful works of art are tilted in all directions, and the gorgeous private collection is turned into a kennel. Luckily, under the protection of the Eternal Light, they will always maintain this appearance, and no external force can destroy it.

The King of Light's eyes lit up with majestic rage, and his mouth chanted an obscure spell, and the power of space enveloped the magician.

In the next moment, the two of them teleported a hundred miles away.

Fighting in his own home, the King of Light will inevitably not be able to let go of his hands and feet, but not outside.

Golden Flame rose from his body, and his already perfect body was even more magnificent.

The forbidden spell of light, the body of gold.

Light magic is a high-level magic, and the golden body is a high-level forbidden spell, stacked in pairs, causing it to be incredibly strong. Unlike ordinary magic, the Body of Gold strengthens the power of the flesh, making weak mages invincible in melee combat, and even able to tear Beamon with his hands and slay dragons.

The King of Light stepped on the void, approaching step by step with unparalleled might, leaving many golden-colored footprints wherever he passed, and even the space burned.

The magician showed a frightened look just right, and said in a trembling voice: "What a strong magic! ”

A huge stage appeared in mid-air, and he was in the center of the stage. All around, there was a dense crowd of spectators, men, women and children, gathered in a circle, more lively than Michael Jackson's concert.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the magician bowed and smiled politely, "the first magic to be performed for everyone is the burning of the human body. I'm going to ask my assistant King of Light to make a shining appearance! ”

The spotlight flickered, shining on Alex's body, and the yellow holy flame was particularly dazzling.

A tidal wave of cheers hit.

"King of Light! King of Light! King of Light! ”

People screamed frantically, screaming like chicken blood, screaming like drugs, full of morbid excitement.

Alex felt grotesque. This is obviously a life-and-death duel, how did it turn into a circus performance?

What a weirdo.

Of course, he could see that whether it was the stage or the spotlights, including the audience who were howling wildly, it was a mirage-like illusion.

"Perverted lust for show." Alex gave his assessment with pity.

The golden flame suddenly soared, and he stepped in front of the magician, stretched out his burning arm, and grabbed the other party's neck.

The magician stuck out his tongue, rolled his eyes, and struggled powerlessly.

"I'll bury you, along with those damned spectators, at the foot of Mount Atamu."

The magician said weakly and with difficulty, "Very well. It was my long-cherished wish to die on stage. ”

His neck was crooked, and he died.

The spotlight shone on the lifeless body, the mournful music sounded, and the sad atmosphere permeated every corner of the space.

The audience exclaimed.

"Magician, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh my God, you're not going to die, are you?"

"Nope! How so! ”

Some of the little girls began to cry, some of the old men began to scold angrily, and the children were frightened and silent.

The King of Light faced all this with disgust, and the golden holy flame burned in an attempt to burn the onlookers to ashes.

Holy flame can scorch all things, but it cannot scorch nothingness.

Whether it is the audience or the stage, the essence is nothing.

So the Holy Flame is ineffective against them.

The King of Light was indeed a little annoyed. A punch slammed into the magician's corpse.

Boom!

The magician was pierced, and flesh flew and stained the stage red.

"This contemptible murderer!"

"He should have been shot ten thousand times!"

The audience issued an angry rebuke.

The King of Light blasted his head with another punch, and his white brain splattered to the ground.

The audience shouted even more. Some of the timid covered their eyes, and the bolder rushed to the ring to bring the murderer to justice.

They were angry and fearless of death and flocked to the King of Light.

"Calm down, friends, please calm down!"

The magician stood up suddenly, and although he couldn't die anymore, his head was bursting, and there was a big hole in his chest, he stood up so strangely, and his crooked mouth even spoke indistinctly, like a zombie crawling out of a grave.

"You're not dead?" The audience asked in horror.

"Of course, it's just a magic trick. Shocking, blood-pumping magic is good magic, isn't it? If it's mediocre, you might as well go home and watch a Korean drama. The magician smiled and said, "Stand down." Mr. Guangming Wang is not a murderer, but my good assistant, don't embarrass him. ”

Only then did the audience realize that there was a false alarm, and they were embarrassed, and they all returned to their seats, holding their breath to watch the next performance.

The magician said, "You must be surprised, how can I survive such a miserable appearance?" In fact, I was dying and had to have a minor operation. Of course, I can't do it myself, and I still need the help of Mr. Guangming Wang. ”

He put his hand into the bloody black dress, took out a three-meter-long machete, handed it to the King of Light, and said politely: "Please cut off my head, it is no longer possible, it must be replaced with a new one." ”

Instead of cutting off his head, the King of Light dragged it off with his hands.

The audience exclaimed again.

"Tap!" The magician's bloody head lay on the ground, still talking.

And his body was headless, but he was still standing. Hands groped in their arms.

He took out a dog's head, compared it around his neck, and asked, "Friends, how is this head?" ”

The audience burst into laughter.

"Well, it doesn't seem like a good fit." The magician tossed the dog's head aside, took out another sheep's head, and asked, "What about this?" ”

The audience still laughed.

The King of Light also laughed, it was a sneer.

He changed a lot of heads, including sheep's heads, horses' heads, fly heads, ice cream heads, truck heads (yes, he did pull the truck head out of his clothes), and finally even a big glans-head.

The audience was already amused.

"Hey, magician, why don't you go and do comedy?"

"You're going to be famous."

The magician smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet, and I'm going to get real to myself." ”

So everyone stopped coaxing anymore, and the whole space was quiet and a needle could be heard.

The magician pulled his own head out of his bosom, an intact one, and poked it hard in the neck.

The audience started laughing again.

"Sorry, I reversed it."

He put his hands on his head, broke it one hundred and eighty degrees, and twisted his head around. I took out the needle and thread and began to stitch up the wound, and the hand speed was so fast that it exploded, and it was done in a few seconds.

He rolled his neck, grinned, blinked, and smiled, "It doesn't affect the use at all." ”

The audience erupted in a tidal wave of applause.