"Oh my God! The High Priest was killed? ”

"Our gods of the Eternal Night Realm have been slain?"

"Who is it?"

"Nope! I don't believe it! The High Priest is invincible, eternal, immortal! ”

……

Not only Nangong Ling collapsed, but the more than 20,000 light cavalry troops riding Bilin horses behind him were also in turmoil, and they were frightened one by one, and their mentality completely collapsed.

For a theocratic state, the pillars of their faith are dead, and their spirit is almost broken.

Bang Chang Chang –

Nearly a third of the soldiers threw their weapons directly to the ground.

The other third dismounted directly and wept bitterly in the direction of the black-robed high priest's corpse.

The last third, probably also frightened, sat on the Bilin horse like a fool, with a dull expression and lost his ability to react.

Nangong Ling was the most heartbroken.

He grew up in the Black God Palace, and was taught by the black-robed high priest, who has always respected the black-robed high priest as his father, and of course, regarded him as a god.

Nangong Ling's cultivation was relatively high, and his mind was also slightly mature, his gaze crossed the corpse of the black-robed high priest, and finally, he saw Mo Bai.

——The god of war of the country of Jiyu, dressed in black clothes, with a sword intent all over his body, and blood splashed on his clothes, the blood of the high priest. He held a black-red nucleus in his hand, and judging by the size, it matched the hole in the high priest's eyebrows. There were also rotting scars on his body, injuries caused by a spell used by the high priest.

Seeing this, where else did Nangong Ling not understand in his heart?

"You, killed the High Priest?"

Nangong Ling's voice trembled wildly, and his tone changed, mixed with a certain emotion of fear.

Only then did King Mo turn his head and glance at him lightly, with the coldness of the world hidden in the corner of his eye.

A look.

Enough to say it all.

Nangong Ling was so frozen by this look that he took two steps back, and his face was as white as a dead man: "No...... No...... How could you possibly kill the High Priest? ”

Obviously, he is only two years older than me.

We are all princes.

We should have been about ......

Why are you so strong that you can punish God?

King Mo narrowed his eyes coldly: "This Baiqing City, from today, will be taken over by this king." ”

The tone is very arrogant.

The attitude is full of domineering.

Nangong Lingru was stepped on in the sore spot, and screamed and retorted: "You want to be beautiful!" This Baiqing City is our eternal night! No matter how strong you are, you're just one person at best! How can one person be worth thousands of troops?! ”

"Thousands of troops?"

King Mo raised his eyebrows, the curvature of his lips full of mockery, "Do you mean the group of rubbish behind you who have lost their armor?" ”

Nangong Ling froze.

Like a marionette, he slowly turned his head and found that the 20,000 troops behind him were in a mess, throwing weapons and throwing weapons, crying and crying, and some of them trembling and fleeing directly.

The face of the defeated army!

Appalling!

Nangong Ling's heart swelled with a strong sense of shame, and he shouted at the army that had lost his armor: "Don't run!" All back! We have 20,000 people, and he only has one! We won the fight! ”

However.

No one paid any attention to Nangong Ling at all.

One by one, the girls ran faster.

"Phew! How could he win the fight, he killed the high priest! He's a god of killing! ”

"If you don't run, you're dead,