Angry waves, sword roars, wind and thunder suddenly, the towering demon god suddenly opened his eyes, feeling the power of the goddess surging between heaven and earth, but now it has become the help of his own arrival. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's really an absurd scene, the demon god who thinks like this gently raises his arm, the black wave rolls endlessly, and the demons that rush out are more frequent, a moment, a short moment, those panicked demons seem to have found their own backbone, and bloodthirsty light erupts in their blood-red eyes.

Mole ant, the demon god who had just woken up looked at the two people standing in front of him, although they were flesh and blood, one had a magic as pure as the sky, and the other was a substitute who held the power of the goddess.

Pleasant goodbye, dear mortals, the towering demon god opened his mouth full of snow-white sharp teeth, and the demonic energy that rolled around his body rushed like a wave towards the two mortals who dared to look directly at him.

"The star spirit is coming, White Emperor!" Although it was the voice of ants, in this deep harbor where the demonic energy was rolling, on top of this demon-filled lair, a soft drink made the towering demon god pay a slight attention.

A huge amount of magic rose in an instant, white aurora roared out on the mortal body, the sky piercing the sunlight was like daylight in an instant, and a huge palm also poked out of the clouds at this moment, carrying thunder and flames, pressing down on the demon god standing in the center of the whirlpool.

It was really wonderful magic, and the annoying star spirit, the demon god laughed, and the raised arm fell suddenly, and the head lowered to the sky and roared, the piercing buzz shook the space, and the diffuse ripples shattered the oppressive air, pierced the thick clouds, and made the falling palm shatter and dissipate invisibly.

"Amazing magic, mortal!" a voice like thunder resounded throughout the universe.

"Hello, Great Demon God!"

"Tell me your name, mortal?"

"White Sage, Gilliette. The sage standing on the body of the tower, stepped out of his own steps, slowly moving his feet left the inclined tower body, and stepped into the empty air, there was no weightlessness, the white sage Ji Liye was walking in the air at the moment, approaching the towering demon god step by step.

"Sage, what a great magician I haven't seen in a long time. ”

"I'm the same, I didn't expect to see a demon god from my main body. ”

Feet, pause, head, raised, facing the demon god of despair, the white sage Ji Liye appeared unusually calm, but the eldest princess of the empire Sophia, who was still standing on the tower, fell into a situation of self-questioning, why the artifact in her hand would awaken a demon god, why the power of the goddess could not destroy these hateful demons, why the glory of the family was so difficult to achieve, this is a princess's self-question, but also a lion's self-blame.

"You're funny, mortal, I'm happy. ”

"But the great demon god, I am the opposite. ”

The white sage stared coldly, and the flowing magical veins summoned his trusted companions, the strange creatures that existed in the clouds.

"White Emperor!" A terrifying roar, a roar that did not conform to his identity, made the shattered palm condense again, the scattered clouds suddenly dispersed, and another giant hand poked out, along with a huge head.

The Star Spirit White Emperor, following the roar of the White Sage's soul-shocking, left his residence and came to the front of the Demon God.

Roar, the mighty roar became the opening sentence of the first appearance of this star spirit, and the giant hand that reached out was like a giant pillar of optimus smashing into the towering demon god, with a bang, the waves rolling, the space shattered, but the posture of the demon god remained unchanged.

The sensational loud noise was sent to the ears of Birmingham, who stood in the whirlpool, and the horror that had not yet dissipated was now ushered in another bad news.

"Ah, it looks like our protagonists are already on the scene, do you think so, Mr. Birmingham. The succubus chuckled, but in Birmingham's eyes it was nothing less than ghostly words, shaking Birmingham's soul.

"Master!"

"Birmingham!"

Little Ellie and Flange spoke at the same time, the expressions on their faces were smeared with a layer of despair, never expecting that while welcoming hope, despair had taken root and sprouted, and unconsciously became a towering tree, blocking the warmth of the sun.

In the face of the urgent cry, in the face of the loud noise that seemed to ring in his ears, and in the face of the demon god sitting on the throne, Birmingham clenched his sword, and the cold blade of the sword was aimed at the demon god who had awakened.

"Amazing courage, mortal. The awakened demon god spoke, obviously the appearance of a girl less than ten years old, but the momentum and majesty made Birmingham, who was holding a sword, couldn't help but feel a huge spirit.

Every word, every sentence, even an insignificant pause, sounded like thunder in Birmingham's body, blood unconsciously spilled from the corners of his mouth, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but the upright body did not retreat at all.

This is the power of the demon god, and it is also the pride of being a human being.

"Interesting humans, no, or funny servants. ”

The king who sat upright was so appreciative, but the man with the sword had blood on his chest and stained his garments red.

"Get out of here, out of this world. With each opening, blood poured out of Birmingham's mouth, obviously wanting to escape, but for some reason, at the moment when he saw the demon god wake up, he chose to look at each other, chose to stand with his sword, chose to ignore the eager shouts of Xiao Ali beside him, and ignored the bloodstained spear of the Farlan commander.

"Is this the word of a mortal, or the command of a servant. The demon god narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his palm, and it seemed to fall as light as a feather, but when it fell on Birmingham, it was like a mountain pressing down.

"This is the pride of being a mortal, and the mission of being a servant!"

The light suddenly erupted, the sword, as fast as thunder, and the man with the sword took a heavy step, the ground shattered, the clothes were torn, the hand holding the sword made a creaking sound, and the lantern man who had not been seen for a long time let out a roar at this moment.

"And the dignity of being the lord of the long river!"

The voices overlapped and converged into an invincible sword light, stabbing at the king who was seated, but the demon god from the main body represented not only darkness and fear, but also strength and despair.

Hand, raised, holding the sword light that stabbed at him, the demon, got up, and swung out the shadow blade that cut through the sky.

"Phantom, a thousand cracks, ten thousand thunders!"

"White Emperor, three stacked waves!"

Shengang, the whirlpool, two completely different positions, two completely different people, facing the same demon god, issued a blow as a mortal, with faith in the goddess, with hatred for the demon, and attacked the towering demon god, the petite demon god, the invincible, full of despair of the demon god.