He himself even believed a little that it was a heavenly punishment, but he couldn't let himself believe that kind of statement, because once he believed it, then the people below would immediately think that their occupation of Blood Sun City was a move against the sky, and there was no legitimacy at all, if such a statement spread uncontrollably, then the northern kingdom would never think of ruling this area, and even the entire war in the south would be ruined by the discussion of the people of the world!

Nalan tried his best to think of various explanations, none of which made sense, and just now he came up with another plan, which is to use the brutality of the Eight Banners Army to crush it, and use the slaughter of the city to prove that the Eight Banners Army is "not afraid of the so-called heavenly punishment at all", or "God can't help it", so as to deter the Bafang Xiaoxiao, and let all the southern people who survived know that the heavenly punishment is not stronger than the military power of the Eight Banners Army, and naturally no one takes the heavenly punishment as a thing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Nalan is willing to bet that such a heavenly punishment is an accident, and there will be no second time, and once the Eight Banners Army does not receive any heavenly punishment after slaughtering the city, then the theory of heavenly punishment will be self-defeating, right?

However, when Nalan saw the green skeleton, he knew that he had thought too well.

Unlike others, Nalan Zhuang, who had dabbled in the ancient mystical blood arts, could see through the green light array floating in the air at a glance that it was also a mysterious sorcery similar to blood magic, but he couldn't imagine what this kind of witchcraft could be used for. Nalan remembered everything he had done in the past month, and he was sure that he had never been exposed to anything unclean or peculiar. He knew that any blood magic or other sorcery needed a catalyst, such as the rune paper he used to stick to the palm of his hand, and the rune paper could only be used to activate the blood magic when it was pressed on the enemy, but his own body was "clean" and didn't let anything strange get close at all.

Nalan didn't know how the green blood technique in front of him was launched, only that such a complicated "spell mark" contained in it must be extraordinary, either earth-shattering, or weird, or even both. In the face of the blood technique, facing the fact that he was hit by the blood technique, Nalan was actually desperate in his heart, and at the same time, he instantly understood the truth behind the big explosion.

"That thing is really man-made, and it can even be achieved repeatedly......" Nalan was silent, and for the first time his stiff and hypocritical face showed a true expression, solemnity, despair and reckless madness. He knew that since someone could let himself be completely unaware of such a complex and strange blood technique, it was not completely impossible to rely on the mysterious and unpredictable large-scale blood technique to detonate a human bullet and create such a large-scale explosion in an instant. Of course, these things don't matter now, what matters is who is secretly framing him like this? It is impossible for the masters of the southern country to use blood magic on a large scale, it will take ten or twenty years to prepare, and it is impossible for the people of the northern country to unknowingly become a blood technique that is more difficult to release and control than any poison, and it must be someone who knows him very well, at least a close relative or a guard, then the only possibilities left are his precious brothers and sisters and the "cute" elders in the clan.

After thinking about this, Nalan tried his best to calm down, but there were many more crazy looks in his eyes.

"If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and if you don't become a king, you will become empty." I Nalan is trying my best to make it easy to provoke, and I won't let you wait for me with this evil method! Don't you want to build the position of the Great Khan of Jianzhou? I Nalan do my best to make this position of the Great Khan of Jianzhou become a dumpling in a dung pit, and no one dares to take it when it looks bright!" Such a thought flashed in his heart, but his face was a calm and calm demeanor: "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a demon and evil magic, and it can't be put on the stage after all." After he finished speaking, he calmly waited for the green skull to attack.

The green skull slowly opened its large, toothy mouth, and silently spewed out a black streamer. Nalan tried his best to change his eyes, shaking his hand is a swing fist, a bronze streamer erupted from his gauntlet halberd, and the body protection Gangfeng suddenly became pure and transparent, and the invisible poisonous Gangfeng with an obscure power that corroded everything, fiercely greeted the pitch-black light.

The black streamer, like the energy ray emitted by some kind of small-caliber beam cannon, is formless and substantial, only a pitch-black color, but this black pillar of light contains a terrifying power that Nalan can't imagine, and that huge force seems to be slowly dissolved by the toxicity of his gangfeng, but it can never be completely blocked, and even the black streamer itself seems to completely ignore the existence of any gangfeng, directly transmitting the colorless wind pressure, and bombarding one of the spikes of the handguard halberd head-on.

Nalan struggled to make contact with the black streamer for less than a third of a second, but it was during these third seconds that he deeply experienced the feeling of being directly hit by an electromagnetic reconnect cannon. No matter how much Nalan tried his best to activate the vitality in his body, how he made the surrounding area full of colorless wind pressure, he could only watch as the hand guard halberd on his right hand turned into flying fragments in a black arc that scattered and disappeared. Nalan tried his best to retreat, knocking Pan Renmei behind him into the air in an instant, but no matter how he retreated, he couldn't remove the unimaginable terrifying power on his body. It was as if an entire aircraft carrier was pressed directly on the flesh and blood.

Dark Magic: Black Sky Cannon

There was a loud bang, and a large human-shaped hole appeared in the wall of the lobby. The wind crushed and shattered, and Nalan struggled to bruise on his front skin, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment, pulling out his figure from the crack in the wall that was half a meter thick. He is not an easy character to deal with with the three distractions, and at most he suffered some flesh injuries just now, but it has not hurt his roots.

As soon as he stood firm, before he could use his divine power again, he saw countless emerald black rays of light erupt from the green magic circle.

"Retreat!" Nalan roared, and a dark red whirlwind erupted from his body, which was a manifestation of his ability to push the wind to the extreme. He held his right hand on his left wrist, his left hand tightly gripping the brass-colored halberd, and used all his strength to blast a punch towards the black pillars of light.

"Extinguish the Light Poison Dragon Fist!"

On the handguard, the dark red wind somehow lit up the brass light, and all the light sources in the space seemed to have completely disappeared, only the reflection of the brass was there. The reflection was like tearing apart the dawn of the dark night, tearing apart the midnight woven by the black light stream, and it became two disconnected black fogs. In the black mist, two terrible screams sounded one after another, and in the crisp sound of bone cracking, two blurred shadows of flesh and blood twisted and moved out of the lobby in embarrassment. Nalan struggled to separate his hands apart, clenching his fists empty-handed in vain, and at his feet, fragments of the handguard halberd slowly fell, almost all of which were in the shape of twisted flowers, as if they had been poured out of a crusher.

In the green magic array, it seemed that more black light streams were brewing again. Nalan snorted coldly, his feet exerted force, his body pounced like a falcon, he punched three palms in the air, the transparent wind pressure was full of corrosive toxins, and even as long as it came into contact with the air, it erupted into bursts of frying-like sizzles, and wisps of gray-black light smoke rose. The two palms in front of him successfully knocked the two black streams of light to the side, and the last palm completely landed on the green light array.

He only felt that his palm was empty, and there was no feeling of hitting the real thing in his palm, but in front of his eyes, the green magic array shattered, and even the green skull let out an unwilling roar.

Everything calmed down after the magic circle turned into a green point of light and disappeared. Nalan tried his best to put on a posture of retraction, slightly adjusted the churning qi and blood in his body, and then formed a Juyuan style to recover the not serious stamping injury on his body. "It doesn't seem to be a powerful blood technique!!" Nalan thought proudly, "But since someone can cast a spell on me silently, I don't know if one day they will poison me...... Hahaha! I think that the first son, the first prince, and the first prince of my Nalan family, the number of life and death is in the hands of others! This is also alive, and there is harmony! It is better to be liberated as soon as possible! But before I am liberated, I also want to see that without the Eight Banners Army, there is no foundation for the world! You guys who know how to fight all day long, what is the point of playing these conspiracies!"

He laughed wildly at the dark beams, walked step by step to the intact table ten meters away, and took the human skin notice with his own hands, as if to kick off the turmoil. "Let's mess up! Let's fight! Let's kill! The last dance, I, Nalan, want to dance to the craziest and most exciting!" Thinking so, Nalan Gongzi raised a human skin notice with the three big words "Prohibition of Martial Arts" written at the beginning, as if waving a demon's spirit flag: "As soon as the notice comes out, the people will rise! The Eight Banners slaughtered the city, inviting the world to crusade! After slaughtering the city, I ordered the Eight Banners Army to take the initiative to attack the fortified city on the other side and threatened to slaughter the whole world!" The enemy mourning soldiers will win, and when the time comes, I want to see if those who poisoned me and cursed me can still laugh!" he laughed like crazy, but he didn't notice that black particles gathered around his body again.

Those black particles seemed to carry an electric charge, slowly creating an invisible electric field around him, and at the moment when his words fell, several thick blue lightning bolts suddenly fell, piercing through his body protection qi and smashing on his body.

It wasn't just any lightning, it was a lightning bolt of steel. Nalan screamed and threw down the notice in his hand, and fell headlong under the desk. The sumptuous robes on his body had long since turned into rags, and his flesh was covered with bruises from the hammer, but there was not the slightest scorch from the electric shock.

Dark Magic, Death Lightning.

"How...... Maybe, isn't the blood technique broken?" A trace of sincere fear flashed on Nalan's handsome face, but it was immediately replaced by a fake ghost smile: "It doesn't matter, I've already made up my mind to die crazy!"

"Then you have to be able to die!" In the void air, a shrill and vicious voice sounded, it was not the sound of silver dust, it was the artificial voice produced by the regular vibration of dark mana. Not to mention human feelings in that voice, there is not even the slightest frustration in the tone, and even all the tones are flat.

"Who!" Nalan struggled to his feet, his head slamming under the table, but he didn't care about the pain. He emerged from under the table and was shocked to see the magic array, which had been destroyed, reappear in the air.

"My name is Hardmandel, the god of darkness. The green skull's mouth opened and closed, and a shrill and venomous voice came out of it, blowing a gust of cold wind along the way. At the same time, a miserable white protrusion appeared from Nalan's exhausted feet, and one by one white skeleton soldiers drilled out of the ground and surrounded him, each skeleton holding a black magic wand in its hand.

Skeleton Demon Soldier, this is archmage-level undead summoning magic, and it is also a practical magic newly derived from Silver Dust. The skeletons formed a circle, their staffs pointed at Nalan's leopard with precision, perhaps all it took was the green skull's face to make a gesture, and endless fireballs or death lightning would smash into Nalan's skull. This magic is the most powerful undead magic of the Silver Dust Master who is not proficient in the summoning of the undead.

Nalan couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw such a battle. Regardless of whether it is a master of distraction or a true master, it is certain that he is afraid of siege. Seeing that there were three layers of skeleton "fighters" in the middle of the three outer layers in the dense crowd around him, he was as strong as Nalan and his legs were weak, and the courage to defy life and death that he had just gathered was nowhere to be found. The originally tall and straight body couldn't help but slump in, and the thick and powerful long legs also bent down from the knees. The handsome face was piled up with a very coquettish smile, not to mention what he thought in his heart, at least on the surface he had a humble gesture of recognition.

"This great god, you ...... What's the indication?"

"God has mercy on the world, so that he may do it for himself. Killing in vain, skeletons and corpses. Good and evil retribution, the sky does not care, the Netherworld!" After the bitter and vicious voice recited this sentence that had been thought of a long time ago, the whole thing turned into a cloud of black smoke, which disappeared with the gust of wind with the smell of car exhaust. This is the correct way for this magic array to exit.

The lobby was quiet again, and Nalan stared blankly ahead for a long time before he came back to his senses, and quickly lowered his head to pick up the notice on the ground, but when he looked down, where was there any notice? The ground around him was not even the original solid rammed earth, but had become a soft and decaying ground like a mass grave. Everything seems to be corrupting out unconsciously.

Nalan shook his head wordlessly, barely believing what he had experienced in the past few minutes. "What kind of blood art is this?" he asked himself, but there would never be an answer. He knew that ordinary blood magic was just unbearable, and life was worse than death, but there was no such terrifying thing that seemed to be able to manipulate the fate of others. Nalan rolled his eyes with all his might, closed his eyes and carefully ran the divine skills for three weeks, and his face changed miserably. (To be continued.) )