Amos danced his purple-shirted spear at high speed, and the shadows of the spears were slashed in the air. The thick vines under his feet stretched rapidly, enveloping the entire mountain, and the power of Tu Narui, the mother of all things, was continuously drawn in, lifting the purple spear dragon as heavy as a mountain.

"The verdict of the Paladin of Light!" this time it was Knight Captain Lanceri who led the team. His platinum holy spear was brilliant and bright, attracting the inextinguishable brilliance of his whole body, leading the whole team to judge the light dragon and synthesize a furious blow. The proudly bright giant judgment spear dragon, with the will of the god of light, stabbed from mid-air.

"The lowly heresy of the dark night dared to rebel against the god of light. Let my proud Paladin of Light crush you like an ant. "All the Paladins of Light, think one shot is enough.

The purple spear dragon that could rise from the mountains proudly pounced on the ruling light dragon, and with the unyielding fighting spirit and Tu Narui's blessing, it was even strong. The two spear dragons that shattered violently made these arrogant light paladins widen their eyes, and they were able to resist the entire team of paladins with the strength of one person.

Two huge spear dragons collided violently in the air and died together. The deafening crash shook the griffons back several steps.

Amos was even worse, and the mountain peaks under his feet couldn't withstand such tremendous pressure. The hard mountain rock collapsed violently, and the protruding mountain tip was smoothed out at once. Thankfully, there were tough vines pulling at him, otherwise he would have rolled down with the rocks.

Despite the force of the rubble, Amos spurted a mouthful of blood. One person against a squadron of knights, still beyond his strength.

But he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his pride in his heart was undiminished. Since you can resist this shot, then prove that you are not bad!

Again!

Tu Narui's natural power, which did not need sacrifices and rituals, continued to pour into his body with the huge purple spear shadow. The purple-shirted spear, which has experienced the wind of thousands of years, is more than strong in the spear dragon, and the sharp spear head quickly ignites in the spear array that floats like a mountain, as if the delicate dragon scales are carved for the dragon of natural judgment.

"Judgment of Nature!"

"The verdict of the Paladin of Light!"

The two proud spear dragons are the power of the landslide and the earth cracking, and they are a real hit.

Amos spat out another mouthful of blood, but his eyes were brighter, and he had to continue to fight again as soon as he bit his gums!

Knight Captain Lancer hesitated. Isn't it a dark heresy who is being pursued, why doesn't this person have any dark traces at all? Not only does the trick not belong to the dark secret arts, but he is also not afraid of the holy light, could it be that the Temple of Light has made a mistake again?

His hesitation was manifested in the paladin's ruling, and the light dragon was much weaker. The Spear Dragon is mixed with the Holy Hand of the Knight of the two team members to purify the Holy Hands, dispel the erosion of heretical magic, and clean up the heretical pollution. Lenferi wants to reaffirm Amos's dark identity.

The light of the Purifying Hand came first, passing through Amos unhindered, like a wisp of wind that had no effect, illuminating the dense vines beneath his feet.

The Temple of Light didn't do it right, and Lan Feirui chuckled in his heart.

This time, lacking the strength of the two Light Paladins, the Bright Paladins ruled the Light Dragon, and let the Purple Spear Dragon of Natural Judgment shatter. Naturally, the spear dragon continued to gain momentum, and broke the light shield of the holy fortress in front of the paladin team before it faintly dissipated in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Retreat!" an unexpected order, coming from Lan Feirui's mouth. He was a little more anxious about the inexplicable mistake of the Temple of Light, and for a moment of darkness in front of the Temple in the illusion, the once extremely firm belief in light in his heart was shaken for no reason. If you are suspicious of the temple, you will not be able to carry out your orders faithfully.

Looking at the griffins in the distance, Amos was also at a loss, thinking that it would be more difficult in the future, why did this group of birdmen suddenly retreat?" ”

Amos let go of his mind, absorbed the pure natural force into his body, and performed the Life Blessing Technique to repair the injuries in his body. On the canopy of his mind space, he was still simulating the battle just now. In the actual battle with the paladin ruling the light dragon, he found that there were many shortcomings in the natural judgment, and he had to summarize and improve it in time.

At midnight, Amos woke up from his healing. The injured body has fully recovered under the blessing of life, and the healing power of the natural magic is comparable to that of the Crying Swamp White Fish. Now he can let go of his imprisoned memories, think about his grandmother, think about Crying Swamp. Now that the Dark Clan's background has been exposed, there is no need to suppress yourself anymore.

It's just that there are no shackles in my heart, but where can I put my body? Go back to the desperate wasteland on the southern border? Now that I am an adult, can I still go in and out of the weeping swamp freely?

The Far West. Such a place suddenly popped into my mind, since it was all a place of exile, could it also accommodate it?

Okay, it's close, so let's go take a look. If you haven't landed in the end, it's not too late to go back to the weeping swamp.

Amos spread his wings and continued to fly westward, towards the place where the moon set, behind the light.

In the far north, in the magnificent Temple of Light, the old man of the night watch decided Lan Feirui's fate with one sentence, "Imprisoned in the black prison for five hundred years!"

The Cultists of Light are inseparable from the light at all times, and the black prison of the cliff without light is the nightmare of all the believers of the Light. But the knight who wavered in his faith could only be tortured in the dark place, who would make him doubt the god of light?

As for Amos, who fled to the Far West, the Illuminati did not issue a hunting warrant, because there was a powerful Holy Light Judgment there. The Holy Light Verdict, which set off on the same day as Lan Xingyi, has been in this exile for many years, and it has not been able to clear the trouble and return the Holy Order, and no more dark moth will take much effort.

Amos didn't know that this trip to the west was a moth to a fire, and he was happy for his cleverness. He guessed that after exposing the dark bloodline, the Bright Sect would set up an ambush to intercept them on the way back to the south, and now they would not return to their hometown, so that they could pounce.

Crossing the alpine grasslands and crossing the mountains and rivers, the more the giant eagle flies westward, the more desolate the geography becomes. Flying west again, his eyes were full of continuous yellow sand, and with the overwhelming dust storm, Amos felt extremely depressed.

And after entering the Arctic Desert, Amos was quickly lost, and despite the bright eyes of the giant eagle, he couldn't tell where he was.

In the Far West Desert, there is no such thing as the Weeping Swamp in the Desperate Wasteland, but there are countless spatial traps scattered throughout the desert. These invisible spatial vortices, hidden in the yellow sand, are accidentally swallowed in, and then randomly teleported to unknown distances, lost in the yellow sand.

Like a headless fly, Amos crashed through the Arctic Desert, teleported out of the next spatial vortex, and crashed headlong into the sandstorm, falling into the yellow sand like a kite with a broken string. The sandstorm obscured the sky and the sky was dark, and the eagle's wings were useless, and the feathers were blown off by the strong wind, becoming a bald eagle.

Amos endured the pain, transformed into a tanuki, dug through the sand with all four feet, and dug deep into the yellow sand, waiting for the storm to pass.

This sandstorm is different from the hurricane of the Storm Spirit, the wind is mixed with gravel, sharper than the corn doll's corn sword, and thick boulders can shoot through. This is how the wings of the giant eagle were pierced. Buried in the yellow sand, Amos remembered the corn doll and hoped that she would be safe in the altar of the Celestial Flower Academy.

The sandstorms raged in the desert for days. Buried deep in the sand, Amos, with the natural power of Tu Narui, the mother of all things, has been hiding under the sand dunes without risking his life, quietly waiting for the moment when the storm will subside.

Like a lizard, Amos burrowed out of the sand. It was midnight outside, and there were no clouds in the clear night sky, and the full moon hung in the sky, illuminating the desert white.

He stood on a high sand dune, craned his neck and looked left and right, looking around him. After being trapped in the Far West Desert, he teleported several times in a daze, and he didn't know where he was now.

Amos looked at the bright moon in the sky, a little dazed for a moment. This round of the full moon is still the same, if it is not for the sand under the feet and not the grass, it suddenly returns to the edge of the weeping swamp in southern Xinjiang.

The windless desert is like a bitter swamp, and the surroundings are surprisingly quiet, so if it is like this all the time, it is not a good idea to hide here. Amos is easily satisfied, with a silent and unaccompanied environment, he can adapt from an early age.

As long as the bright moon is there, the shadow will become three people.

Amos rejoiced, and looked up at the moon again. Oops, a piece is missing!

The moon, which was as round as a disk, was missing an edge, like someone taking a bite.