Chapter 1270

In the molten tumbling, a large number of dark world powerhouses wailed and struggled inside.

The land in front of the manor with a radius of hundreds of meters has directly turned into a molten world.

Although none of them are mortal, they are physically powerful.

But it was directly swallowed by the magma, and it still couldn't withstand the high temperature.

"Kill!"

The blood clan was in the air, unaffected, and swooped down, the weakest of these blood clans were all counts, waving their claws, flashing cold light.

"Dirt Chicken Tile Dog!"

Long Xiaoshan roared wildly, two silver blood clan wings spread behind him, and the powerful blood clan duke's aura burst out, and the suppression of the rank directly caused those low-level blood clans to fall from the air and fall into the magma.

Dracula, the head of the Blood Clan, said with a change in his face, "Why is he the Duke of the Blood Clan?"

The dark aura on Long Xiaoshan's body, Dracula is very familiar with, it is the breath of the Duke of the Blood Clan, how is it possible, Long Xiaoshan is an Oriental, how can he be a vampire.

But right now, it's chaotic.

The witches of the Witch's Tower, and the Dark Warlocks of the Hand of Death, have completed their spells.

Dark, bloody, cursed breaths shot out of their staffs.

sluggishness, senescence, death, plague......

A large number of dark spells directly crossed the void and descended on Long Xiaoshan's body, and the blood flames on Long Xiaoshan's body were immediately polluted by a large amount of dark aura, and his skin began to dry and corrod.

Long Xiaoshan's movements also began to slow down, like an old man who was about to die.

"Giggles, no matter how strong his physical body is, it is impossible for him to resist so many spell curses. Olsen the Scarlet Witch licked her scarlet tongue and smirked.

Wizards and warlocks are the most terrifying group of people in the dark world.

They may not be as physically strong as vampires, werewolves, or warriors.

But their strange and inexplicable methods are often overwhelming, and even the most powerful warriors can be killed by a small dose of poison.

And in the Middle Ages.

A large number of tragedies, the Black Death, the plague, the death of tens of millions of people, there are these dark warlocks behind them.

That's why in the Middle Ages, everyone shouted and beat them, and even the number one target of the Holy See, and they were burned at the stake if they were caught.

Because when it comes to evil and darkness, vampires and other inhuman races are far inferior to them.

Now in the Witch's Tower and the Hand of Death, there are hundreds of wizards and warlocks casting spells at the same time, and Long Xiaoshan can't bear it even if he is the Duke of the Blood Clan.

Feeling the power of the evil spells like maggots on the tarsal bones, invading his body, Long Xiaoshan's eyes were indifferent, there was no joy or sorrow, and the golden light behind his soul in the sea of souls bloomed.

A large amount of golden divine power surged all over his body, causing his bones and flesh to be illuminated by golden light.

At that moment, he seemed to be immaculate, pure inside and out.

All the dark forces that invaded the body, under the divine power, were like mice seeing cats and Wo Xue seeing light, dissolving at a rapid speed, and bursts of green smoke came out of Long Xiaoshan's body, and there seemed to be countless skeletons and ghosts wailing in the green smoke.

A moment later.

All the sluggishness, weakness, and curse aura in him were gone.

"How is that possible!"

Olsen, the Scarlet Witch, looked shocked.

Osiris, the god of death, also let out an angry voice.

Hundreds of powerful wizards and dark warlocks have joined forces to impose a spell curse that they themselves dare not resist, and even a whale may be killed in an instant.

How could Long Xiaoshan possibly counteract so many dark spells.

Long Xiaoshan's face was indifferent, and after expelling the power of those spells, he danced with both hands, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, and pinched up one after another, and in the sky, dark clouds rolled.

With the power of heaven and earth attracted by the array, a large number of thunderbolts flashed in the dark clouds, like a thundersnake.

"Thunder Punishment!"

Long Xiaoshan spat out two words.

Boom!

In the sky, thunder suddenly exploded, causing dark clouds to roll, and millions of thunderbolts fell from the sky, reflecting a thousand kilometers of the manor, and a piece of snow white.

"Not good!"

The faces of the six dark giants changed suddenly.

Most of them are strong people who cultivate the power of darkness.

Whether it is a blood clan, a wizard, or a warlock, they are most afraid of thunder, lightning, flames and other forces.

Thunder and lightning, in particular, have always been a nightmare for dark creatures.

Long Xiaoshan actually cast a spell, causing such a terrifying thunderstorm, which they couldn't have imagined at all, didn't he say the great grandmaster, didn't he say the Eastern Demon?

How fast the lightning is.

And it's an indiscriminate attack.

The six dark giants had just supported their strength to resist, and the thunder and lightning had already fallen with a bang, and thousands of thunderbolts bombarded the earth, and all the people of the six dark legions were shrouded in it.

Cracking sound!

In the thunder light.

Witches, bloods, and dark warlocks were immediately scorched by the electricity, and trembled for a while.

There is magma under your feet, and thunder and lightning in the air.

Heaven and earth, there is nowhere to escape.

In the blink of an eye, screams filled the wilderness, a large number of witches and warlocks, engulfed by the thunder and fire, unable to control the dark power, turned into black ashes, and the recovery power of the blood clan was stronger, but they were also desperately struggling in the thunder and fire.

Members of Caesar's Sword, Hydra, and Fallen Angels burned better.

After all, they are not cultivating dark power, and their attribute suppression is less.

But Lei Fa, molten slurry, still made them embarrassed, and they were too busy to take care of themselves, where could they still attack Long Xiaoshan.

The six dark giants saw the chaotic scene in front of them.

Everyone is about to crack.

What they brought was the elite of the six dark organizations, and in the dark world, at least they were all A-level powerhouses, and they thought that this time they would be thunderous, and they would be in charge.

Killing an Eastern powerhouse is not easy to capture.

Who knows, as soon as the war starts, the six major legions under their command will suffer heavy losses.

They far underestimated Long Xiaoshan's ability to fight in groups.

This guy is likely to be the Great Spirit Master of the East, and he is proficient in the Formation Dao, otherwise he definitely does not have such a strong strength.

"Do it!"

The head of Caesar's sword, Gregory the "Holy Sword", couldn't hold it back, he was like a heavy tank, running over the magma, which was enough to melt gold and iron, and there was no obstacle to him at all.

Every time he stepped on the next step, those magma were directly cut by the powerful sword qi around him.

A blink of an eye.

Gregory had already appeared in front of Long Xiaoshan, he picked up the giant sword, and slashed out a huge circular sword qi, tearing the earth apart, Long Xiaoshan watched the sword qi approaching his body.

Silver scales immediately spread from his arms, turning into crocodile claws.

He swung his fist and smashed it the sword qi.

Boom!

The sword qi was cracked by his fist, and the first half of the sword qi swept over his head, marking the manor, and after a while, there was a crackle, and the manor buildings behind Long Xiaoshan were all divided into two, spreading out for a hundred meters.

Long Xiaoshan looked at his fist, his eyes narrowed, and there was an extra white mark on the silver scales on it, and there were actually signs of cracking.

(End of chapter)