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The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared with the Witch King, who needs to draw life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store the essence of life are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough, and the Faceless One, who can transform and transform all kinds of energy and occupies the lead, is more like a hanging ratio.

The so-called living gods supported this distorted space for some time, but they were still consumed. He was buried with Tyre, which was finished in the first place—or perhaps more accurately when he buried Tyre. But anyway, now, this place that was once a city ruled by a witch king is now nothing. There are no cities, no buildings, no witch kings, and no life.

Unfortunately for the Faceless, the Witch King's death does not mean the end of the battle. After resting in the desert for about two hours, the sky suddenly darkened and a sandstorm hit from a distance. The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

This was just the beginning, as the clouds suddenly changed, the crimson sun in the sky was obscured by the endless sandstorm, the lightning was also rushing through the clouds, and the coercion of great psychic abilities was surging down. A voice came down abruptly: "How dare you, destroy the city of Tyre!" ”

The wind blew, and the whistling sound became louder and louder. The sand begins to blur the face, and it becomes more and more difficult for a normal person to open his eyes in such a situation. But the Faceless are different from ordinary beings.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zhao Kun didn't have to open his mouth, the spell spread his voice, and it rumbled in the sandstorm. The Witch King of Karak fell, and died a very miserable death.

He was trapped in some space, and then consumed alive by an endless stream of plasma coming in from all directions.

Compared to the Witch King, who needs to drain life power to cast spells, and when there is no life around him and the artifacts that store life essence are destroyed, he can only use his mental ability to be tough. )