"The staff is good, I took the ......"

Suddenly, a gentle woman's voice came, and I saw a woman coming with a supreme jade staff in her hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The magic tide of the Supreme Staff was surging, and it was still violently struggling to repel this person, but the silver frost dragon spat out a breath of dragon breath and directly froze the staff.

This woman held a thorny staff in her hand, a blue lotus-colored long skirt mopping the floor, and three thousand green silk draped down, half covering her face, revealing only a white and snowy cheek, as soft as a goose warm stone.

A little cyan flower spread out in the center of her eyebrows, this woman came to Fulian, and the believers beside her opened the way, a good northern beauty.

"Fire Dance, we'll meet again."

This woman seems to be an old acquaintance with Fire Dance, looking at Fire Dance in the distance, her eyes are calm, shallow and peaceful.

As soon as Huo Wu saw this woman, he whipped down, and the frost covered his cheeks, unable to hide the anger in his heart: "Qingqing! You enchantress, take your life! ”

Looking at this scene, Sikong slowly stood up, and the divine light outside his body floated uncertainly, like duckweed, and even his figure could not be enveloped.

Exposed underneath, cracked skin, wrinkled muscles and bones, teeth falling and withered, the whole person is like a mummy, only a thin layer of skin remains, and there is a faint evil spirit that begins to revive.

"The true god of Moloch!"

"True God, how is your divine body......

The soldiers of Aiya City cried out one after another, but because of the dignity of the true god, they did not dare to approach under the shame of their appearance, and only dared to bow down in the distance.

"I'm fine, wait for you to kill the elves quickly, don't let go of anyone with elven blood!"

The ruthless divine decree came out of Sikong's mouth, and at this time he was still ruthless, like a demon with horns, completely out of harmony with his god's temperament.

Ten years of experience as a god, even with the company of God's light, the commonplace has not changed in the slightest.

There is only one knife to kill, and the grass needs to be eradicated!

"Heh, King Yue, you think too highly of yourself! Now you are all mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and you can't protect yourself! I've got the elves! ”

The dragon roared like a falling meteor, dragging out a long tail of fire, coming from the sky, dragon breath and dragon grammar came down one after another.

'Boom! ’

The land within a radius of nearly a hundred miles suddenly sank for several minutes, scorched black, and countless soldiers of Aiya City screamed and threw out the flames on their bodies, but they were burned alive to charcoal.

On the contrary, the soldiers who were trampled to death by the Silver Frost Dragon seemed extremely 'lucky'.

The Silver Frost Dragon slashed vertically and horizontally, the hundred-meter-high dragon body was like a bloody millstone, and everywhere it passed, whether it was the people of Aiya City or the former prince, it was not a combination of moves, and the body was killed, and the boundless luck was plundered by the Silver Frost Dragon.

"Hurry! All the elves come with me! We crossed the lost ocean to the west, leaving the last flame for my elves! ”

Keltith stood up from the earthquake, touched the stains on her face, spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm with dust, and rushed to the ferry port of the Elven City.

'Click, click! ’

One by one, the stumps were cut off, and a scarred elf escaped from the elven city that had been reduced to ruins behind them.

The ship fell into the water, startled by a thousand waves, the draft was extremely deep, and the keel cut through the ocean, becoming a castle on the water, carrying the last hope of the elves.

"Get on board! Women and children go first! Behind the hall with a handle, what about the elven mage? Use Wind Magic! ”

Keldis shouted, threw the two elves on her shoulders onto the ship, raised the mast, and turned the rudder into the depths of the lost ocean.

Suddenly a strong wind arose, blowing the mast, and one ship after another rode the wind and waves and sailed into the unknown distance.

"Our hometown ......"

"Farewell, Grandma, farewell, my wilderness."

The only remaining elves wept with sorrow as they looked at the ruins of the elven city that were still smoking wolf smoke and flames.

The elves who used to live a peaceful life under the warm sun of the vines have become isolated zebras, and in order to survive, they can only go to a foreign land to drift.

Tormented in memories, tormented in reality, and wandering in the future.

And all of this is caused by the ruthless and vicious, where is the god, and it is clearly caused by the demonic Sikong Great Demon King!

Ruined their hometown, and now they want to kill them all!

'Vomit-'

Sikong was like a tattered rag doll, slapped away by the claws of the silver frost dragon, and the blood poured out, falling to the ground in a dull manner.

At the same time, Huo Wu staggered a few steps, and half-knelt beside Sikong weakly.

The red blood slid down from Huo Wu's mouth, the red red lips, the scale armor of the body was opened, and the chest guards were shattered into gaps like water waves.

"King Yue, Huo Wu, looking at the former classmates, as long as you disperse your luck and use it for us, I promise as the wife of the dragon god: Qingqing, I will ensure that you will live to the end of the world."

Qingqing came with a staff of thorns in his hand, and several attendants behind him supported his dress, sprinkled flower petals, and played a beautiful sound.

An attendant looked at Sikong on the ground and smiled coldly: "King Yue, weren't you quite capable of pretending in the cultivation class back then, and now continue to pretend?" Bah! What the hell......"

Sikong squinted, glanced at this person lightly, and said, "Are you?" ”

This person was condescending and replied arrogantly: "Hmph! I'm Geumsan! ”

Geumsan? The rich second generation whose nose was as high as the sky and narrow-minded and was reprimanded by Master Su Ming?

Unexpectedly, twenty years later, he actually became Qingqing's follower.

Who knew that Sikong thought about it for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

"You!"

Jin Shan was in a hurry, and subconsciously took a step out, but suddenly felt a stern gaze behind him.

Jinshan retracted his feet one after another, retreated behind Qingqing, lowered his head, and looked like he was in front of the saddle and behind the horse.

Qingqing is now the wife of a god, and she is also a sacred sacrifice, with monstrous power, and she is a hot figure in Middle-earth, and it can be said that she is the most accomplished person in the ten-person cultivation class back then.

The reason why it is the highest is because Sikong lost the staff of thorns, and he lost the power of the gods.

"Bilian! I saw it in my practice class back then, you thief who tends to be inflammatory, climbing high branches! ”

Even if Huo Wu was seriously injured and reduced to fish on the anvil, his pungent temperament did not change at all, looking at the holy Qingqing like a lotus, he scolded his head and face.

"Oh, people go to high places, and water flows to low places, which has always been an unchanging truth since ancient times! You can't see through it, it only proves that you are blind! ”

Qingqing smiled lightly, not at all, her eyes were like water, and she looked at Sikong deeply.

"Haha...... Qing'er, you kill this Yue King, you are also my believer, I allow you to plunder his divine luck. Now, a double god, what about the last days! ”

The Silver Frost Dragon spread its wings and turned into a tall man dressed in silver, with every corner of his eyebrows and every silhouette full of domineering and arrogance.

Sikong supported his body with his hands and slowly stood up.

In the distance, ships carrying hundreds of elves sailed towards the depths of the blue sea and blue sky, water and sky, and seemed to take away his hope of making up for the luck of the true gods.

In front of him, the Silver Frost Dragon took his life, leaving him without the Staff of Thorns, endless magic, and a spiritual bonus that made a thought come true.

In the end, Sikong's gaze was fixed on Qingqing.

In fact, more than ten years ago, Fire Dance was barely a sacred sacrifice.

She received an angel's tears, but because of the principle of 'I know that the tears will take effect', in that era of the beginning of the melee, she became the target of public criticism and was coveted by everyone.

In the end, a gentle woman came and approached her in the name of classmates and should help each other.

The tears of the angel were stolen and turned into the sacred object of this gentle woman.

This woman is Qingqing.

After that, Qingqing came from left to right, relying on his status as a sacred sacrifice, he rose step by step in the Dragon Valley camp, and then secretly suppressed Qingqing and encroached on Aiya City.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Sikong coughed and stood sickly, his face pale and his skin like dead wood.

Sikong looked at the people in front of him and said a little weakly: "You guys, surrender." I won't kill you, after all, I promised Master Su. ”

"Hahahaha......"

The Silver Frost Dragon and Geumsan laughed, and even Qingqing sneered, looking at Sikong as if looking at a toy.

Seeing this, Sikong spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "Why, do you always want to force me?" ”

Then, a piece of holy light shone out......