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"Respectable Oriental Monk, please stop, I think your purpose has been achieved, and we have now seen your strength. Please forgive us for being rude. The mage, who was covered in skeletons, waved his big hand and said to Miao Shan.

Although he said this, Miao Shan's movements did not stop, and his body flew up at high speed, above the sky. Driven by the huge bat wings, the body rushed directly into the sky, and a powerful dark force bombarded down from the sky.

At the foot of the Miao Mountain, all the personnel are trapped in a fantasy realm, and Arlinn Shackle is no exception.

The illusion they fall into is not based on personal experience and the emotions of life, and the power of this illusion is not the kind that determines various scenarios according to the character of others.

It is the forced pull of all the spirits of all personnel into a special illusion. This fantasy is the equivalent of a small, self-contained world.

At the same time, according to the degree of attention of each person, the entire illusion is repaired differently.

For example, a person pays great attention to details, and when this person is forcibly pulled into the illusion, he knows that the current environment is an illusory existence, and he will begin to desperately search for every detail of this world.

In the beginning, he could indeed know this detail, but in the later days, he had the opportunity to fall into that kind of looking for details, looking for answers to questions, looking for details, looking for answers to questions, and he didn't care much about how to get out of the problems just now.

At present, the members of the Dark Council have fallen into this illusion, and they have experienced the eighteen layers of hell that have been passed down in ancient China.

The first layer of hell, the hell of tongue pulling. Those who sow discord, slander and harm others, those who are flamboyant, those who speak skillfully, and those who lie and deceive others. After death, he was thrown into this tongue-pulling hell and had his tongue plucked out

The second layer of hell - Scissor Hell!

The third layer of hell - Iron Tree Hell!

Up to the eighteen layers of hell, these have passed down the Chinese culture, and through mental fluctuations, these members of the Dark Council have fully experienced what the real hell pain is.

It wasn't until a layer of black light appeared that the personnel of the Dark Council slowly appeared in the black fog and showed their figures.

But at this time, these people looked at Miao Shan with completely different eyes.

Just when the people in the Dark Council saw the illusion around them fade, they were about to say two cruel words and immediately flash away.

Hundreds of icy hurricanes descended from the sky, accompanied by a croaking sound, constantly descending from the sky.

The voices were getting closer and closer, and the things that had suddenly attacked Miao Shan and the Dark Council personnel appeared.

Their appearance turned out to be crane-like creatures, and every time they waved their huge wings, the huge hurricane carried a powerful ice force, like a cold snap in Siberian weather, frantically attacking the creatures below.

"Damn bastards, you know they're not doing anything good? There's a bunch of flamingos living in the Great Rift Valley, what a bunch of assholes. Miao Shan looked at the flamingos in the sky, which had completely undergone great changes, and cursed in a low voice, his heart full of contempt for the beast that had caused this place to be huge.

Ordinary creatures, through the compulsory infusion of demonic energy, make these creatures, demonized, mutated, become a kind of cannon fodder-like consumption of troops, it is really a tyrannical thing.

No matter how secretly Miao Shan cursed and resented, the hurricane that fell from the sky still attacked all the people below with impunity.

"Shelter!" the death mage paused his wand again, and the powerful black light rushed out of the ground with clusters of flames, forming a wall, firmly guarding the main army in the Dark Council.

Miao Shan looked at the hurricane falling in the sky, squatted under his feet, and his body was like a rocket still igniting, with a sharp roar that pierced the air, and rushed towards the dense flamingos in the sky like black clouds.

With a violent concussion, Miao Shan's punch hit the air, and the ripples produced by the air were accompanied by dark power and sharp moonlight power, forming layers of light vortices, and inside the vortex were more half-moon-shaped light knives.

In the air, there were bursts of death wails.

The flamingos that have been completely demonized, even if they have become slaves of some powerful force, but the fear of death outweighs the influence of this demonic energy, and under the control of instinct, these flamingos vibrate their wings and want to escape from this dangerous place.

"Death ripple!" Miao Shan's figure appeared in the distance, far away from the black clouds of the flamingos that were constantly dying, the light in his hand flashed, and more power began to gather quickly, with Miao Shan's command sound similar to chanting, a little in his hand.

A black light wave flew out of Miao Shan's hand, and as soon as this black light wave appeared outside his finger, the entire black figure swelled rapidly, and then formed a black aura like ripples on the surface of the lake, and rushed forward.

Everywhere the black light was, a cloud of gray dust wafted out, the only remnant of the demonized flamingo that had completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

More demonized flamingos flapped their wings and flew higher into the sky, wanting to leave this vortex of death.

At this time, a huge mutation occurred, and when the main forces of the Dark Council pushed the death ripples after Miao Mountain flew into the air, they were already within their own defenses, and began to chant together, the resonance of their voices and the coordinated adjustment of their spirits, so that their spiritual power began to communicate with powerful and mysterious existences.

"Praise be to my lord, and may the power of darkness of my lord spread across the heavens and the earth!" a powerful spiritual wave rushed out from the array in the main force of the Dark Council.

A powerful black light rushed straight into the sky from the feet of the Dark Council, and the powerful power fluctuated, and it directly began to exert greater mighty power.

First of all, the first effect is directly reflected, except for Miao Shan's body, which is still slowly and leisurely descending in mid-air.

No matter how large the other demonized flamingos were, no matter how deep the demonic energy in their bodies was, no matter how their body structure changed after their mutations, they even evolved longer and larger wings for flying.

But under the shock of the dark light, these demonized flamingos fell directly down one by one, as if the plane suddenly had no wings. A tragic atmosphere was formed, and there were pieces of desperate tragedy everywhere.

"Domestication!" In the dark council, the mage with a body like a skeleton, the white bone staff in his hand once again slammed heavily on the ground, and the chains formed by the huge black light locked these large number of demonized flamingos that were still in mid-air and were about to fall to the ground in mid-air, and then one after another rushed into the bodies of these demonized flamingos with mandatory commanding magic.

I want to rearrange the magical composition of the demonic flamingo's body, as well as the formation of wisdom, and the reformation of the power attribute of the master it obeys.