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Mo XVII is very arrogant, but he does have arrogant capital. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 If Mei Youren's powerful combat power is derived from the crude fusion of inheritance and the power from the dark side of the Heavenly Dao, Mo XVII's strength comes from his own strong strength and almost finger-like proficiency with the power that he has obtained abruptly. Compared to the former, Mo XVII was obviously even more commendable, especially when the strength level of the two people was essentially equal.

"Well, it looks like I'm underestimating you guys. Looking at the blue-white soul body that rushed out of the black demonic flames, Mo XVII shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "It shouldn't be considered rubbish, after all, the will of the legion can also be said to be a very strong thing." It's just that the form of this soul entanglement body is really inferior. ”

Mo XVII didn't feel the slightest panic, even though those blue souls had already discovered the existence of him and Mei Youren, and sprinted down at a speed that could be described as sensational in the human world. He shook his body a little lazily, looked up into the spirit's eyes, and slowly stretched out his left hand.

Then the world stood still!

The pale blue spirit froze there as if it had been paused on TV, and so did the burning soul that was used to power it. Mo Qiqi tilted his head, looked at these hanging translucent objects, and smiled slightly......

Then, with a click, an abrupt murmur came from all around the silence, and one of the spirits closest to Mo XVII fell to the ground like a broken piece of glass. Immediately after, the blue nether flames fell one after another, and the time and space returned to order, and the noise returned to the embrace of the world once again. And Mo Seventeen, who was making everything, nodded with satisfaction, and as soon as his fingers were raised, an invisible force rolled Mei Youren up, as if there was an invisible servant standing beside him carrying him. And just then, a weak voice came.

"Admire!" the voice said only two words, and then fell to the ground, and the body that was struggling to support it shattered for a moment, and then turned into a crystalline crystalline of energy.

It's just that this style of painting is honestly not very suitable for Mo Seventeen, to be honest, this guy is very similar to Mei Youren, both of them are the kind of guy who has a certain sense of responsibility and a certain dark side, but in essence, he is a very slippery guy. Tsai carefully felt that there was no longer that energy fluctuation around him, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Really, Ya is just a stupid and bold person, what do you want to provoke me if you have nothing to do, the spirit creature can't die!" Besides, you're a corps of will aggregates, composed of the souls of those senior generals of the Song family's army, this thing originally had a certain gap with the energy of the body, and when you get together, to be honest, you can have the power to fight with me, but as a result, you're actually scattered, you won't be stupid enough to think that I really don't have AOE skills!"

"It seems that this is what you really think!" At this time, a weak voice came out from under Mo XVII's feet, Mo XVII was startled, raised his foot, and found that there was actually a palm-sized light blue fragment hidden here.

"I'll go, what do you want to do! Don't tell me you're going to attack me!"

"Actually, you trampled me!" the pale blue shard of light flickered a few times before extinguishing. "In addition, due to the different sources of souls, it is impossible for the will of the legion to form a soul aggregate, I hope you remember ......"

"Okay!" The muscles on Mo Seventeen's face twitched: "It seems that I really don't fit this image, to be honest, I really miss the days when I only had to fight and kill people, but it's a pity, it's not good!"

"Your Majesty, your actions are really too reckless!" and when Mo Seventeen was inexplicably angry and sad, a very discordant voice came from behind him. Turning around again, the expression on Mo XVII's face could no longer find the same feeling as the reckless young man just now, but changed to a cold and serious face: "Do you have something you want to teach me a lesson? Or do you think that you are qualified to teach me a lesson?"

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, I'm just worried about ......"

"Okay, I see!" Mo XVII waved his hand: "After that, there is no need to show this useless worry, remember, you don't need to consider the reasonableness of my actions, because everything I do must be reasonable! As for unreasonable things, you also have to change the conditions to make my words reasonable! Do you understand?"

"Clear, Your Majesty!" replied the general, who seemed to be of a good rank, without the slightest hint of disgust on his face. In fact, they have become accustomed to the attitude of giving orders with Mo XVII, because ...... Those who are unfamiliar and unwilling to be familiar are dead!

"Your Majesty, we should ...... the troops on the other side," the general asked with some apprehension, and he was very afraid that his boss would suddenly have a brain pump, and ordered himself and his men to cross the abyss, which looked terrifying, to play with bayonets with the people opposite. Not to mention whether they can gain any advantage in the battle with the Song Family's army, the famous number one combat force in the entire Beitian District, whether they have the life to pass through this abyss that seems to be very foul is a very important question.

But fortunately, this time Mo Seventeen's mind was still very normal, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's good to retreat, but ...... I'm going to give those guys an ultimatum. Don't stop me, those guys can't hurt me, and this flame can't hurt me, as for how I can make the people over there hear...... Don't you think you're asking too much?"

"Yes, yes......" The general retreated hesitantly, and by the way, Mei Youren, who had been packed by Mo XVII, looked like a rice dumpling, and left. Seeing that his subordinates had left, Mo Qiqi didn't know where to make a huge bronze mirror of equal height and stand in front of him, and then carefully dressed it up before slowly flapping his wings and rising into the air.

"Finally, this kind of pulling wind thing finally has my share!" Mo Seventeen muttered to himself, if his subordinates saw it, they would definitely burst into tears, and many beauties who were obsessed with this poker face (well, this poker print is not very good) would be heartbroken by this. Clearing his throat, Mo Seventeen left the curtain composed of black demonic flames and appeared in front of one hundred thousand, and now there are less than one hundred thousand Song family troops.

"The Song family soldiers on the battlefield, do you hear that?" Mo Seventeen didn't open his mouth, but his spiritual power had already transmitted his words to every corner of the battlefield. There was also a faint aura, and the energy that Mo XVII inadvertently released was enough to make the strongest veterans feel fear—in fact, only the veterans were afraid, because the recruits were not yet familiar with the aura of death that this awe-inducing feeling represented.

"Judging by your performance, you haven't been very kind to me. Mo Qiqi said a nonsense, girl, don't you look at where you are now, where the killer demon king is just now, although you are white, he is black, but even if you look different, it can't dispel the vigilance of the soldiers.

"I'm Song Yunwen, the commander of the Song family's army, if there is anything, you can tell me directly!" Song Yunwen stood up, and he didn't see the figure of the tin can, he already realized what was happening. In order to suppress everything to the smallest sphere of influence, Song Yunwen hopes to be able to talk to this guy alone, so that even if there is a bad situation, he will not be able to hit the army's will to fight at the first time. But it's a pity that Mo XVII is not a person who likes to cooperate.

"I have some things that I need to tell Song Jiajun. Mo Qiqi didn't pay attention to Song Yunwen, but just continued to do his full-range broadcast on his own: "Many people don't know me, it's normal." In fact, I am the commander of the Southwest Coalition Army, and the God Emperor of the Southern Heaven Region, Mo XVII. ”

"Alright, don't get excited, put away your bows and arrows, you can't reach mine. Even if you can hit me, you won't hurt me. I don't want to teach you a lesson that I will never forget, after all, I am fundamentally a pacifist too. Mo XVII said, and then threw out a dazzling ball of holy light, instantly blasting a soldier who dared to sneak attack him and a hundred meters around him into slag.

"But unfortunately, there are always people who don't want to settle all this peacefully, so I have to fight violence with violence. That's sad news, isn't it!" Mo XVII said compassionately, not at all showing that he was the murderer who had just killed one hundred and seventy-one soldiers, but rather like a saint.

"What the hell do you want to do!" Song Yunwen scolded angrily. For this guy floating in the sky, he can be said to have nothing to do. He doesn't have the blood of an angel, and he doesn't know how to fly. So whether it was Mei Youren before or Mo Seventeen now, he didn't have anything to do. Another reason is that he feels that this Mo Seventeen is even more terrifying than Mei Youren's guy!

Mo XVII still chose to ignore this guy, he continued to say unhurriedly: "Presumably the meaning of my presence here, you should also be clear, in front of you, what you are about to face is the million-strong division of the Southwest Alliance. I'm still saying the same thing, I'm actually a person who hates killing, I hate war, so if possible, I'd rather choose a peaceful way -- you surrender, so that I don't kill you! Look, how about it?"

"Ridiculous! The soldiers of the Song family army will never flinch!" Song Yunwen stepped forward again, but this time he seemed to have succeeded in attracting Mo XVII's attention, only to see the white floating object in mid-air frowning, it was hard to imagine how he could send this invisible expression to everyone's thoughts. Immediately, he made a move that caused countless people to vomit blood.

"Why are you so annoying!" Mo Qiqi waved his hand impatiently, slapping Song Yunwen out like a fly. No one knew how he did it, and no one even felt any energy fluctuations in the air, and then, Song Yunwen flew.

"Well, please forgive me for being irrational. However, I would like to give a final reminder that I really do not want to continue the war, so I hope that you will follow my advice carefully, otherwise this will be an ultimatum - when the flame before you is extinguished, it will be the day you die!"

After leaving a 360-degree domineering sentence with no dead ends, Mo Seventeen decisively flashed. Only a group of Song soldiers were left looking at each other, and a strange atmosphere that was inexplicable spread among everyone.

Song Yunwen was finally found in a deep pit a few kilometers away, and it was the most elite of the Song family's army and the Praetorian Guard of his lineage. But at the moment of discovering him, Song Yunwen saw a look called hesitation in the eyes of these unswerving warriors, such a thing was inconceivable in the past, when did Song Jiajun hesitate? They have always been the most loyal and brave warriors, when did they learn to hesitate?

Looking at the southern sky, the old Song Yunwen silently left tears. He didn't know why his reinforcements hadn't arrived yet, he didn't know why those terrifying masters hadn't gone into battle, he didn't know what had happened to this empire, and he would actually be bullied by those scum who had crawled under his feet, but he knew one thing, that is, the empire, was about to end.

And at this time, the imperial capital, the imperial city.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready, please instruct!"

"Really, is it okay?" said Koster, a little trembling and a little excited. How many years, how many years! How many years ago, he didn't even dare to dream like this, he was afraid that his unconscious dreams would bring him death. But who would have thought that today, he would really be able to avenge his father and regain the glory of the Coster family! This is really, like a dream!

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Senate and the Holy See are ready, just waiting for your orders, Your Majesty!"

"Then, I, Coster XIII, in the name of the supreme ruler of the Protoss, order the liquidation of the nobles, begin!!"

Song Yunwen didn't know that when he was fighting frantically with his soldiers on the front line with desperation, a bloody storm also arose in his old mansion. Overnight, almost all the super aristocratic families in the imperial capital were spared and almost slaughtered. When the sun rose again the next day, the people of the imperial capital were surprised to find that the city had returned to their original owners, the Coster family.

Of course, at least it seems.

"Everything is perfect, isn't it?"

Standing on top of the tallest royal tower in the imperial capital, Zhao Ziyue said to Chaoyang: "Everything is running perfectly, so it seems that no one can stop me!"

The fourth volume begins and ends

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