Nearly half of the magic power on the body of a true god-level late-stage professional can be regarded as a rather terrifying amount, not to mention that it is burning like crazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The burning power instantly increased the strength of this late-stage professional of the True God Rank, and the restraints that bound him immediately rattled as if they would break at any moment.

"Not good!" Kasolaqi's expression changed drastically, if this trend developed, it was estimated that before the power bullet released by the trebuchet hit the body of this late True God Rank professional, this True God Level late professional had already broken free from the shackles and ran away.

"Don't worry, he can't run away, Ice Sealing Spell!" A cold voice sounded in the distance, and then a cold stray bullet rushed towards the late stage professional of the True God Rank at an extremely fast speed, I don't know how many times faster than the city guarding crossbow!

An icy cold air quickly approached, feeling this chill, the scalp of the late-stage professional of the True God Rank was numb, and he looked in the direction where the icy cold stray bullet came, and at some point, under the walls of Yaoyue City, there were millions of more troops!

And this army is in the shape of an awl, and at the front of the army is a magician with an ice blue staff.

This is naturally Art's army.

In the army, Art revealed a sneer, how could it be so easy to escape, his ice stray bullet was launched by mobilizing the entire battle array, with the full strength of more than two million people, led by an ice magician.

It has gathered the full strength of more than two million people, and the lowest is also a sixth-order professional, plus the combat power of more than 100 True God Ranks, all gathered into one point.

The ice spell condensed in this way is far more terrifying than that of a catapult, and if the skill condensed by the battle array at this moment is an attack skill, even the lowest-level fireball technique is enough to kill this late-stage professional of the true god rank.

However, what Art wants to catch is alive, so he doesn't plan to use this kind of attack, but uses this kind of bondage, and Art's eyes can also see that the energy bullet released by the trebuchet is not enough to kill the late stage of the True God Rank, at most it is only seriously injured.

Just when he was seriously injured, he could divide into four or five small battle formations, and use small battle formations to attack, and it was naturally easy to deal with this late-stage professional of the True God Rank.

As long as this late-stage professional of the True God Rank is subdued, then it can be said that the odds of winning against the Hell Clan will be greatly increased.

The terrifying cold air swept over this late-stage True God Rank professional in an instant, even if it was a late True God Rank professional, he couldn't help but shiver fiercely, and his whole body began to freeze rapidly.

"Good!" Kasolacki couldn't help but applaud, for this boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, Kasolacki could only admire and shock now.

"Boom!" With Yate's restraint, the energy bomb of this catapult naturally smashed on the body of this late-stage professional of the True God Rank with unmistakable accuracy.

"Poof!" The terrifying power exploded, instantly causing this True God Rank professional to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was smashed and flew out.

Ya deliberately thought about it, and took most of the professionals back into the Tower of Babel, leaving only the battle formation of 200,000 troops condensed, looking at the late stage professionals of the True God Rank in front of him from a distance.

These professionals are not watching dramas, as long as Art gives an order, soon these professionals will gather strength and hit the late stage professionals of the True God Rank in front of them.

"Attack!" Art made a gesture, and immediately the battle formation moved, and a huge fireball headed towards this late professional of the True God Rank under the amplification of the battle array.

Before the late-stage professional of the True God Rank could struggle, he was hit by this fireball, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

According to Yate's estimation, the combined strength of these 200,000 people should be equivalent to the full force of a late-stage True God Rank professional, and dealing with a fellow True God Rank late-stage professional should not let him die.

Art yawned, leaving the 200,000 troops to continue the attack, and as for himself, he tore a spatial rift until the walls of Yaoyue City.

He wants to communicate with Kasolaci and ask him not to attack for the time being, this is a professional in the late stage of the True God Rank, valuable combat power, if Kasolaki doesn't know the severity of his attack and accidentally kills him, what a loss it is for him!

As soon as he arrived at the city wall, there was no need for Art to take the initiative to find Casoraki, the supreme commander, Kasolage had already come to the door on his own.

"Little brother, this time thanks to you, otherwise, the army of the Hell Clan would not be so easy to deal with. ”

"I don't know where my little brother's family lives? I don't think I've ever seen such a young and promising person. ”

When Casorachi arrived in front of Art, the first thing he did was to be polite, but this politeness had a purpose, and it was naturally to probe the bottom of Art.

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Excerpt: Central Street, which has always been the downtown area of the city, gathers three religions and nine streams, and does everything, thieves, fortune tellers, stalls, large shopping malls........ There is also a lot of daily passenger flow, and it can be regarded as a very prosperous area.

Early in the morning of Sunday, at five o'clock in the morning, the whole sky was just gray, Zhang Xiaoman was wearing a wide robe, and he carried a small horse stool and a small sign, on which two big characters were clearly written with a brush.

"Fortune telling"!

Although these two words are not from the hands of everyone, they also have a sense of heaviness and a vague sense of majesty.

"Test the luck, Zhou Gong interprets the dream. Zhang Xiaoman found a place that was not remote, stood the sign next to him, opened the pony stool, sat on it, and shouted in a long voice.

At this time of the day, Zhang Xiaoman has to shout helplessly, now the market is also sluggish, everything has to be shouted, even Taoist priests like them are no exception.

If someone talks about the market in this line, Zhang Xiaoman has a quasi-painful runny nose, don't you see that there is a fortune teller every 10 meters on both sides of the street, and there is a face every 30 meters?

The entire central street is more than 5,000 meters long, and there are two or three hundred people doing this line!

As soon as these peers were mentioned, Zhang Xiaoman became angry, no matter how fierce the competition among other peers is, there will always be one or two businesses coming to the door, and he has been doing it here for more than two months, and this business has only received less than ten orders.

What's even more infuriating is that unlike ordinary peers, who rely solely on their mouths to deceive, Zhang Xiaoman's ancestors have been Taoist priests for three generations, and they themselves are Taoists, which is true cultivation, and Zhang Xiaoman's generation is no exception.

Zhang Xiaoman is often confused, although he is not very good at Taoism and does not speak much, it should not be comparable to those charlatans, right?

"Miracle Taoist" (to be continued.) )