The Celestial Tree is such a strange and distant word, so far away that even Frost has forgotten this ancient existence, this ancient existence that once connected heaven and earth, gods and humans, and now suddenly broke into the eyes of the dragon Frost. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the dragon's shock, the attitude of the three demon gods was a little excited, as if the long-awaited tree had finally produced delicious fruits, and now it was finally time to pick them.

"What the hell do you want to do?" the flying dragon roared in the air, questioning the three demon gods in front of him.

"A great plan, a result that will go down in history. Lilith, the fourth demon god, watched the arrival of the sheep-headed man Shuguth, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of her lips.

This is such an emotion that does not conform to the Demon God, but now the legendary Four Pillars Demon God has indeed done so, and for no other reason than because what he has been waiting for a long time has finally arrived.

For some reason, the little ghost and Elizabeth, who had not participated in the battle, looked at the approaching demon tide, and an unspeakable uneasiness surged in their hearts, especially when they saw the smile on the corner of the empress of the Betley Empire, this uneasiness quickly expanded and occupied their hearts.

"Living, I'm a little uneasy. Rarely, there was a hint of panic in the lanternman's tone.

The uneasiness of the lantern man made Birmingham's heart bell, for he knew that it was not a sheep-headed man Hughgoth, but a member of the tree he had never seen before, a colleague of the oil painter.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Birmingham, wrapped in armor, saw the beautiful face of the makeup artist, and an indescribable sense of familiarity surged from his heart, as if that person had seen it himself.

As it approached, it became more and more obvious, especially when the makeup artist's vision was on Birmingham, Birmingham unexpectedly felt the long sword in his hand, the pure white sword spirit Tianxi, shake violently.

Although he didn't understand why his sword spirit had such strange feelings and touches, Birmingham still held the long sword in his hand tightly, hoping that he could bring some comfort to his sword spirit.

The demon tide is getting closer and closer, and even the dark aura is already rushing in, but Birmingham finds that this is completely different from the demon tide when he was in Shenzhen Hong Kong, and the demon tide this time is almost all despair and darkness, and destruction is the only tone.

And this time, in addition to the suffocating darkness, there were even a few bright colors, as if these demons from the abyss did not seem to have come to destroy.

But how can it be different? Demons are demons after all, and even Birmingham himself cannot ignore this.

In the face of such a huge group of demons, the three members of the tree-like diagram finally couldn't sit still, and this was the first time that Birmingham had the pleasure of seeing how powerful the rumored oil painter was.

The colorful robes swayed in the wind, the corners of the mouth that had been smiling faintly finally showed a hint of seriousness, the silver-rimmed frame was pulled out of the oil painter's arms, and the empty canvas hunted in the wind, and the power that was once enough to seal the magic nest was once again revealed.

The distorted space was in the sky above the demons that appeared in the moment the canvas was thrown, and the pitch-black void slowly rotated in the sky above, like a hideous beast finally opening its eyes.

The huge suction force appeared on the top of the demon's head as the void turned, one after another, and the seemingly powerful demon had no ability to resist in the face of this strange method.

Black demons emerge one after another on the blank canvas, representing these powerful demons being imprisoned into the eternal void one after another.

Compared to the strange and unpredictable methods of the painter, the other two seem to be much more normal, Birmingham, who has had experience in fighting, is not surprised by the methods of the other two members of the tree, what really surprised him is the actions of the demons, in the face of the strong attacks of the three, these demons who were once very competitive did not have a trace of resistance, but tirelessly, fearlessly, rushed towards them.

The sea-like demon tide, with a fierce momentum of not fearing death, is like the group of soldiers of the Betley Empire in Shenzhen and Hong Kong at the beginning, and they are also like this, charging without reservation and advancing without fear.

At this time, Birmingham finally discovered the target of these demons, the dragon flying in mid-air.

What a ridiculous idea, though Birmingham would have liked to convince himself of it, but from the pace of these demons. Their target was indeed the dragon Frost.

How powerful is a dragon? I'm afraid these demons know it very well.

At the beginning in Shenzhen-Hong Kong, this giant dragon from ultramarines took away all the demons in Shenzhen-Hong Kong with just one breath, and now these demons are still fearlessly rushing towards this pinnacle existence.

"The living, help Frost!"

Birmingham was a little skeptical about whether there was something wrong with his hearing, but the next words of the lord of the river made the uneasiness in Birmingham's heart finally be completely magnified.

"They're going to slay the dragon!"

Yes, the slaughter of the dragon, a plan that seemed like a fantasy, is playing out in this Rose Manor right now.

The goddess of creation, Tyris, is fair, this is definitely not just talk, nor is it a means used by the Holy See to glorify the goddess, because even the peak dragon has a short period of weakness, and that is the incomparably powerful dragon breath.

The breath of each dragon is unique, just as the breath of frost is the power of the recovery of all things after winter, but everything follows the principle of equivalent exchange, just like Birmingham can suddenly become an epic from a mid-level, and what he pays is his flesh and blood, and the dragon's breath that is so powerful is a fatal weakness.

A short period of weakness, although only a short month, was as short as a meteor in the eyes of the dragon, but at this moment it was so long that the eternal dragon's heart burned a trace of emotion that he had never felt before.

"Is that why she took on human form?" Birmingham asked the Lord of the River within, and all he received was a silent silence, but that was the best answer.

"Protect her, Servant, protect her, Birmingham. "The lanternman called Birmingham's name for the first time, but it was to protect a dragon from the top of the mortal world.

Feeling the Lord of the Long River trembling slightly in his body, Birmingham tightened the sword in his hand, looking at the surging demon tide and the towering demon god, his emerald green eyes glowing with brilliant brilliance.

I'm afraid that Simmel was the same at the beginning, standing in the dark with one man and one sword, there was no retreat, only a charge!