With this roar that seemed like an ancient prophecy and a vicious curse, the cracks on the ground became wider, the crimson magma spewed higher and higher, and the thick black smoke rushed straight into the air hundreds of meters high! Everything around them began to become extremely hot, and the rolling heat wave hit, forcing Ling Mo and Joan of Arc to retreat continuously, and when the last curse roar was completed, the ground of the wasteland rolled over directly, and a huge black shadow flew directly out of the ground, rising to a height of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, and then spread its wings, covering the sky and the sun!

It was a typical black dragon, covered in dark scales that shone a steely hue on its body, revealing its incomparably strong defensive capabilities. The body length of this black dragon is at least more than 200 meters, and the spread of its wings is estimated to be more than 200 meters, which is ten times the size of an ordinary black dragon! With such a huge size, even at an altitude of 1,000 meters, every detail of its body can still be seen clearly from the ground.

The incomparably beautiful overall structure, coupled with the thick limbs, and the extremely sharp claws flowing with lava, give people the feeling of beauty, the kind of beauty that is violent to the extreme! On the thick neck, a huge dragon head is linked, and at this time it is opening its big mouth, leaning down, and making a deafening roar at the vast earth below! Wherever the whistling sound goes, the earth directly disintegrates, and a scene like the end of the world, which fully reflects how terrifying this black dragon in the sky is!

The live broadcast room is completely messed up at this time, the magic eye elf produced by the system is really excellent, whether it is the angle of the lens or the clarity of the shooting, it is the best choice, and it perfectly presents the domineering spirit of this black dragon!

"Caught off guard!

"I was happily watching the live broadcast, and suddenly an eighth-level demonic beast appeared in my mother!

"This momentum! It's really worthy of an eighth-level demonic beast!

"What's 'normal', look at the cracked earth, it's destroying the world, right?"

"This is the second time I've seen an eighth-level demonic beast in Teacher Ling's live broadcast!"

"Last time, it was Andersen the Flame Devourer, and this time it's the Doomsday Spreader, Deathwing Nesario! Watching Teacher Ling's live broadcast has simply fulfilled all my dreams when I was a child!"

"Now that I'm in the Land of Decay, I think it's very likely that I'll see the other two Rank 8 Demonic Beasts in the Land of Decay next, the 'Meng Po' of Santu River and the 'Skeleton King' of Bone Mountain!"

"I heard the roar of Uncle Deathwing just now, it seems that the Skeleton King of Bone Mountain has a grudge against it!"

"Could it be that these two eighth-level demonic beasts are actually going to fight? What an earth-shattering battle scene it must be!

"What do you think?Will Teacher Ling go live streaming?"

"I don't think it's going to be ......"

"Let's not talk about whether those big guys will fight, let's talk about the things in front of you!Don't you think, Teacher Ling, they are a little too close to Uncle Deathwing?!"

"It's really too close! This distance is not much different from sticking to the face! Now that Teacher Ling is in a weak state, shouldn't he be sprayed by Deathwing's breath of dragon's breath?"

"Possibly!"

"No way! a bunch of blind guys!"

"That's not good for live broadcasting, there are too many blind players, keep your dog's eyes open, Uncle Deathwing flew out by himself, right?

"What little black dots? It's a little red dot!"

"Turn on the 'Visitation Light' to watch the live broadcast! It's not good to use the Eagle Eye Technique alone!"

"That red dot, it looks like it's a person?I'm rubbing! What is he doing?!"

"Io! He's casting a spell on Deathwing!

“......”

After the size of the discerning person, most of the people in the live broadcast room found the small red dot in the center of the screen, which was not actually a red dot, but a human dressed in fiery red clothes!

After zooming in closer, countless people felt that their brains were a little insufficient! This red-clothed human, under the gaze of Deathwing, was directly in front of Deathwing's huge dragon head, his hands were sealed, and he was forcibly casting spells! His movements were smooth, his chant was solemn and sacred, although Deathwing's reaction was fast enough, and he opened his huge mouth and sent out a terrifying dragon breath spraying towards this red-clothed human, but his spell was still completed before the black dragon's dragon breath and body!

In the air, a large number of magical elements and necromantic qi were extracted and gathered around this red-clothed human, making the energy around him viscous as if it were substance! Everything in heaven and earth was completely still, and the fifth house of the zodiac, 'Seraph', was full of starlight, outlining its own star map in the sky of the extreme south, and a Seraphic Phantom with six wings of light and covered by golden armor directly appeared in front of Deathwing!

The dragon's breath sprayed on the body of the Seraphic Angel, and it dissipated silently, and then the Seraphic Angel and the red-clothed human spoke at the same time, with an incomparably holy power in the voice, so that those who heard it couldn't help but worship and believe, as if they heard the sound of the world itself, as if as long as it came out of his mouth, then everything would come true!

"God says you will be given eternal peace!"

Hearing this, Deathwing's face changed drastically, and it roared again, instantly erecting twelve lava shields in front of him, but the Seraph's words carried an incredible power, and the indescribable energy fluctuations gradually approached Deathwing, making any attempt to block him in vain. No matter how many defenses are erected, they will collapse in an instant, and in the end, the energy fluctuations caused by this 'divine word' will still smash firmly on the pure black scales of Deathwing!

Its roar came to an abrupt end! Its huge body froze directly in mid-air, its tail no longer raised high, but hung downward, and the flapping of its wings behind it began to become weak, and even the huge dragon's head, the eyes bigger than the searchlight, opened and closed, and the upper and lower eyelids fought, as if an ordinary person was sleepy and was fighting hard against the Sandman.

After saying this word, the phantom of the huge seraphim seraphim dissipated directly, and the figure in red seemed to have run out of energy, falling from the air like a kite with a broken string. Losing a steady supply of energy, Deathwing finally ushered in a moment of respite, its originally sleepy eyes suddenly stared at the maximum, its head, limbs, wings, tail, all its limbs opened outward with all its might, as if it broke free from an invisible layer of restraint in an instant, although it was still a little weak, but it recovered a little bit of energy.

Then, Deathwing glanced down, its huge wings stirred slightly, and it wanted to chase the red-clothed figure, but it suddenly turned its head sharply, and its gaze fell on Ling Mo's body!

A man and a dragon stared at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, and Deathwing's nostrils erupted with a fiery breath and a muffled thunderous roar, although the sound effect was terrifying, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked very much like a human 'humming'. Then, it didn't speak, it directly twisted its huge body, instigated its wings, flew away like a meteor, and disappeared into the sky.

Ling Mo didn't care about the disappearing Deathwing, and walked to the side of the red figure that fell from the sky, the other party was quite miserable at this time, his head was stuck in the mound, and his entire upper body was gone, leaving only two legs to kick and kick outside, he looked left and right, picked up a dead branch, and stabbed the other party's crotch, and said with a malicious smile:

"Yo, old friend, are you still alive?"

was stabbed by him, the other party was like a frightened deer, his legs kicked wildly, and with a hard hand, he pulled out the entire upper body, shook his head, and shook off the slag on his face, the man in red said angrily to Ling Mo: "What are you poking for? It's okay to be poked by you!"

It wasn't until this person turned around that Joan of Arc on the side saw his true face clearly: in fact, there was nothing true or untrue, just a very, very ordinary, almost ubiquitous image of a chubby old man, the only thing that could be regarded as more distinctive, that is, the long white beard of the old elder. Wearing a bright red Christmas dress and a plush ball Santa hat on his head, his chubby figure makes the Christmas dress round, and with the old man's kind expression, it gives people a great good impression at first glance.

Combined with what happened just now, almost anyone can guess that this kind old man is the extremely mysterious Santa Claus who has been folklore for thousands of years!

Ordinary people would basically be speechless with excitement when they saw the real Santa Claus, but Ling Mo looked familiar with this Santa Claus, he pointed to the direction where Deathwing was gone, picked up a thumbs-up, and praised Santa Claus: "I haven't seen you for a few years, your strength has improved very quickly! You can actually force Deathwing back, it is really far beyond my expectations!"

Hearing Ling Mo's words, Santa Claus waved his hand and said extremely depressedly: "How can I make any progress!" Deathwing has just broken free from the seal, and when he fought with me just now, his strength was still at the peak of the seventh level, so I can fight with it back and forth, if it has just entered the eighth level state, the 'Great Prophecy Technique' I cast will be useless at all, and I will be seriously injured and even killed in an instant!"

"No wonder I always felt a little awkward just now!" Ling Mo suddenly realized, "Although Deathwing's appearance is still as domineering as ever, I always feel that something is missing, he hasn't fused with the power of the earth just now, right?

"It's been sealed for so long, it's impossible to get back to the top," Santa Claus carefully patted the dirt off his beard and said slowly, "But returning to the eighth level state here, it is estimated that it will only be a matter of a week, right? Although I used the 'Divine Word' to slow down the recovery speed of its body, it is not very useful, at most it will drag on for three more days." ”

"In other words, in ten days, Deathwing will fly to the Bone Mountain and fight to the death with Skeletron Leorick?" Ling Mo suddenly became interested, the battle of the eighth-level demonic beasts is very likely to be a wonder of the world that he will never see in his life! He asked Santa Claus with great interest, "What do you think Deathwing's chances of winning? I don't think he can beat Skeletron's infinitely resurrected Rabi, and he will only be beaten by the fat again, and then sealed again!"

"I don't think Deathwing will challenge Skeletron," Santa Claus thought for a moment and replied, "After all, he, like Skeletron, walks the path of hand-to-hand combat, and it will be difficult for him to do Skeletron when he has just broken free from the seal." However, there is a good chance to go to Santuchuan to challenge Meng Po, after all, he has sublimated from the black dragon species to an eighth-level demonic beast, and he can ignore the vast majority of spiritual attacks. ”

"That's really a pity, if it's a battle in Bone Mountain, then I might be able to see it twice, if the location of the battle is in Santuchuan, it's too far from here. Ling Mo smacked his lips regretfully, and suddenly said, "Actually, I really wanted to kick you since just now, do you know why?"

"Yes. Santa Claus's expression darkened, and he looked not far away with some sadness, where the corpses of the nine reindeer had already been burned to ashes: "The information I received is wrong, I thought that the monster sealed in this place was the seventh level of the middle of the sky, but I didn't expect it to be Deathwing! ”

Ling Mo comforted: "It's okay, I remember that you fantasy creatures, as long as the legends continue, you can be resurrected again, right?"

"No, maybe in many years, a reindeer named Rudolph will reappear next to me, but it is no longer this Rudolph. Santa Claus shook his head, then he stared at Ling Mo, and his tone became a little heavier: "Old friend, your mind is very dangerous! I must remind you again, dead is dead, that is, it does not exist, in this world, there is no such thing as 'resurrection'! You have fallen to this point, if you make trouble again, no one can guarantee that the Fortress will not go crazy and rush into the land of decay to kill you completely!"

Ling Mo waved his hand, unwilling to continue the topic with Santa Claus, he instead pointed to Joan of Arc and said, "You don't understand my business, let's talk about this holy woman!

Seeing Ling Mo pointing at him, Joan of Arc hurriedly stepped forward, hugged the head in his arms, and bowed: "Santa Claus, it's a pleasure to meet you, I like the gift you gave me very much, thank you very much!"

Santa Claus helped his Santa hat, looked at Joan of Arc carefully, and finally said: "Let the saints of the sect call me 'Santa Claus', sure enough, I am still very unaccustomed, some trespassing, His Royal Highness still call me Nicolai." ”

Joan of Arc was stunned, he didn't expect Santa Claus to say this, but he was deeply affected by the story of his childhood, the name Nikolai, Joan of Arc couldn't call it anyway, seeing her entanglement, Santa Claus didn't insist much, he patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder, sighed, and said:

"What a miserable man. ”

Then he didn't have any sense of speech, he simply said hello to Ling Mo, cleaned up the ashes of those reindeer, and then rose up, erecting a cloud and flying away.

After Santa Claus left, Joan of Arc touched the position where she was photographed, and asked Ling Mo a little blankly: "Mr. Ling, your old friend Santa Claus has taught me a new talent skill, 'Great Prophecy', but I don't understand it at all, do you know what's going on?"