At this moment, Qin Shaoqing is the Lord of the Abyss, the Lord of the Undead Empire, and one of the Four Kings of Darkness - the Hades King.

He just stood there calmly, and the aura that escaped made the space around him faintly shatter.

This power is not inferior to the power of the Divine Template, and even in some aspects, it is faintly exceeded, of course, this is all because the current Qin Shaoqing can't even exert one-ten-thousandth of the true power of the Elemental Template.

If you can grasp the true power of the elemental god, let alone the magic plane, even the more vast dark plane can be completely annihilated with a breath.

……

The corpses of the mountain peaks not far from Anyuan Gate and the rest of the Eight Directions Dead Monarchs on all sides seemed to feel the fleeting aura of the Underworld, and they all slowly squatted down, and even the Sea of the Undead that spread to the end of heaven and earth stopped moving forward at this moment, and knelt down towards the ancient capital city.

"That's it, King?" Hidden somewhere in the void, the tone of the Nine Shadows Queen was full of doubt, no, that aura was more terrifying and pure than the King.

……

With one step, Qin Shaoqing crossed time and space in an instant, appearing at the bottom of the abyss.

When the chief of the Praetorian Guard, Lu Huan, and the Supreme Dead Monarch were about to fall to the bottom of the abyss and be completely wiped out in the next second, a black gold dragon energy full of ancient aura suddenly surrounded their bodies, although the pulling power of the abyss still did not disappear, but they who were protected by the Lord of the Abyss would not be wiped out by the abyss.

Lu Huan, who had already closed his eyes and waited for death to come, did not wait for the pain of breaking his bones to come, so he slowly opened his eyes, and when he was completely pulled into the inner space of the abyss, he saw a scene that he could never forget for the rest of his life.

I saw that on the middle of the Mortal Lord, who had been fighting with him before, a domineering figure appeared at some point, he was wearing an ancient jet-black robe, surrounded by black-gold dragon energy.

His face was shrouded in an incomprehensible energy, and he couldn't see it clearly, except for a pair of deep and vast eyes.

And the surrounding mountains of undead corpses like meat grinders, and the ghosts of the dead all over the sky, have also taken away their brutal ferocity, and they all worship the figure standing on the head of the Lord of the Dead Temple.

Just by looking at each other, Lu Huan felt that his soul and body were trembling wildly, it was an absolute gap in strength like a moat, he hadn't felt like a small ant for a long time, and he knew that it was definitely not an illusion.

"You're good!"

Before Lu Huan's consciousness fell into darkness, he seemed to hear such a sentence in a hazy way, he couldn't hear the old and immature, and he couldn't hear whether it was a man or a woman, but it was like having magical power, which was deeply imprinted in his mind and couldn't be forgotten.

……

"Hahaha, that one is about to wake up, and finally I will tell you a good news, the location where the next spatial drift of the abyss will appear is this city, and it is also the death period of all of you!"

Mu He's wild and debauched laughter contrasted sharply with the dead silence of the bell tower mages.

“…… It was the most glorious and solemn moment of our papal ceremony, and Lord Salang will be crowned a god in the ceremony...... Hahahaha! ”

Looking at Mu He, the Black Holy See's Archdeacon Hujin who was facing the north to worship, Han Lin regretted that if he insisted on carrying out the decapitation plan, even if this million-person city was destroyed, Salang would be buried with him.

However, now, the ancient capital will be reduced to history in the future, and Salang can still get away with it, setting off one after another catastrophes like today's destruction on the land of China.

His majestic and indifferent face was already covered with tears, and Han Xiao fell to his knees, his trembling tone full of helplessness.

"Sa...... Saran, what do you want, take it, but ...... I'm lonely, please, let the people of this city go. ”

The people standing on the bell tower all looked at Han Lin who was kneeling and pleading in disbelief, unable to imagine how messy his heart was at this moment.

The gray-robed mysterious man also stood there with empty eyes, it turned out that he had never come into contact with the true plan of the Black Holy See.

Although the expressions on the faces of everyone present were full of despair, one of them was laughing madly in her heart, she managed to trample the entire city under her feet by herself, and even Han Lian, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, knelt down in front of her, just waiting for the abyss to completely engulf the ancient capital, she would be the true god - the god of death!

"President, it's useless." The gray-robed mysterious man stepped forward and helped Han Xiao up.

In the midst of the desperation, a Praetorian Mage ascended the bell tower and handed the Grey-robed Mystic a note symbolizing the last hope.

The gray-robed mysterious man opened the note, and when he saw a special symbol on it, his eyes kept flashing, and this person finally brought the news......

Quickly deciphering the meaning of the note, the light in the eyes of the gray-robed mysterious man became brighter and brighter, and his hands couldn't stop trembling, and hope finally appeared.

The gray-robed mysterious man glanced at Zhang Xiaohou, but considering that Salang was still hiding beside them, he stepped forward and whispered a few words in Han Xiao's ear.

"Really? Is this person really credible? A touch of color finally appeared in Han Lone's empty eyes.

"Absolutely!" The gray-robed mystery man affirmed.

"But can they really do it?" Han Xiao said.

"We have no choice, this is the last hope!"

I don't know who said that they would rather kill than wait for death here, and the high-level people became restless, they would rather die than die, they would just die, and they would die in front of millions of people in the city.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, I just got the news, although no matter how powerful the mage is, he can't enter the abyss, but there is such a group of people, and the abyss will not turn them away, and that is the people of the dangerous village!" The mysterious gray-robed man continued in a slightly impassioned tone, "The people of the village will not be attacked by the undead, because they are the descendants of the ancient king......"

"Are you sure????" Zhu Meng said solemnly.

"The messenger is absolutely credible, although it is impossible to verify that the people living in the dangerous village can step into the abyss safely, but now we can only try." The Grey-robed Mystic continued, "They're here! ”

Everyone followed the gaze of the gray-robed mysterious man, and the Praetorian Guard Mage had already walked up with everyone from the dangerous village.

After listening to the situation explained by the gray-robed mysterious man, Xie Sang was silent for a moment before he said: "The secret training passed down by the village chiefs of our village for generations does mention that we are actually protected by the gods, even if we fall into the realm of death, we are still honored guests, but I don't know if the so-called realm of death is the abyss. ”