The old sage looked straight at Asaria.

But to her disappointment, the other party refused.

Asharia shook her head and said regretfully, "I have already examined his body, it is increasingly being eroded by the light element, and his vitality is like yours, and he is in a countdown. ”

"Unless the angels of the Holy City teach and give him the angelic souls to inherit, it is possible to master this light element and survive."

When the words fell, the old sage's eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice, "Can't you even do the healing magic of the Parthenon?" ”

"Hehe, after the disappearance of the resurrection spirit, Parthenon has long since lost his name, and his healing blessing ability has dropped significantly, and there are currently a few elders who have banned spells."

Asaria sneered, "Compared to the other seven top forces, it can be broken with a single poke. ”

"I didn't expect the events of the year to bring so much damage to the temple, I really deserve to die."

The old sage blames himself and has despair.

"Ugh." Asaria looked at the white-haired boy with pity, the half-victim could turn into a real victim at any time, and then the body that had been eroded to almost the same collapsed in an instant.

The second is the threat of the Holy City, and even if she wants to bear it, the pressure is very high.

In the end, she instinctively disliked the breath of light, which was the nature of the dark angel spirit.

Three reasons, coupled with comprehensive cost performance, Asariya is too lazy to help a person who is not a relative.

The old woman still wanted to struggle, and prayed: "Your Highness, can you hand it over to the Holy City?" ”

Asharia almost burst out laughing and mocked, "Holy City? It doesn't matter if you're a light or any other plague sufferer, and do you really think they're righteous? ”

"The condition of his Chinese ancestry is not good, not to mention other restrictions, this is home delivery."

Hearing this, the old sage's last hope was shattered, and his body staggered to the ground.

"Grandma." When the white-haired boy heard the desperate situation, he still smiled softly and said, "It's okay, I can stay with you." ”

"Weixi, Weixi."

The old woman muttered the boy's name, her whole body was weak, and her body trembled violently.

The two of them depended on each other, and the old sage had long regarded Weixi as his grandson, and the more the boy was like this, the more uncomfortable she became.

Lu Jun, who was hidden next to him, listened to the words of the two in his ears through mental detection, and was secretly surprised.

It turned out that the colleague she wanted to meet was the old sage.

"Weixi? The light system is a semi-disaster, but it was born in the darkest region, well, it is also in line, the extreme yin gives birth to yang, and life and death are long and long. ”

Lu Jun nagged the two of them, and in his perception, the white-haired young man named Weixi was indeed as weak as a candle flame.

Obviously, compared with Mu Ningxue, Qin Yu'er, Ding Yumian and other perfect victims, this person's shortcomings are even greater.

But think about it, there was basically no such existence as Weixi later, which means that he died.

Asariya was about to leave, but she heard the white-haired young man behind her cry and whisper: "Grandma." ”

She paused, looked back again, and found that the old sage's thin body was lying on the ground, and his breath was gone.

Originally, the old sage had only one breath left, and he held on to see the holy daughter Asharia, but now it was really to the limit.

Seeing this, Asaria had no mercy at all, her face was expressionless, this person's death was already the best way to die.

She looked at the white-haired young man on the side, and felt that she should take it back to the ancient capital and let him fend for himself.

At this moment, Asaria became vigilant and shouted, "Who's there!" ”

Lu Jun Shi Ran stepped out, obviously next to him, abruptly prominent, and his strong sense of presence was incompatible with the world.

Asaria was shocked into a cold sweat, and she looked at it and recognized it.

She smiled charmingly and said: "Who am I, it turned out to be you, quietly following me, are you in love with me, this is not a gentleman enough." ”

As she spoke, she secretly controlled Xingzi, ready to strike at any time.

Lu Jun said with a gentle attitude: "Should I call you Ye Mengqi, or should I call you Asarya, the adopted daughter of Wentai Sarang and the holy daughter of Parthenon?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Asariya's heart was shocked, not only was her identity discovered, but she was also surprised that the other party knew the true information of Cardinal Salang of the Black Holy See.

Her eyes became sharp and said, "You know everything?!" ”

"Yes." Lu Jun stretched out his hand and said calmly: "So I want to invite the Holy Maiden to go to the ancient capital as a witness to Salang's identity." ”

"That's not good, I'm okay with Saran, I'm the Holy Maiden of Parthenon."

Asharia's body relaxed, and she opened her eyes and said nonsense.

"I'm sorry then."

Lu Jun shook his head and made a bold move, depicting the high-level magic of the curse system [Ghost Torture and Mother Demon]!

At the same time, the shadow of the Night Thunder Dream Beast on the side blurred, turning into a shadow and rushing towards Asharia.

"Dark Pact, Night Knight!"

The summoning magic that Asharia had pinched was released, and a crescent-colored crack spread around her body.

"Dadada~~~~"

The sound of horses' hooves came from the cracks, from far and near......

In the next second, Lu Jun saw a black charm horse appear in the white crack of the moon, tall and mighty, covered with dense black hair, and there was a black whisker mist fluttering between the mane fluttering.

The horse's head has a single horn, which is also black, and it is flashing with black electric light.

And on the back of the one-horned charm horse, there sat a figure dressed in bright black armor, with a body shape similar to that of a human.

But there was nothing inside the heavy European-style armor!

The Night Knight, at least a Commander-level existence, is a subspecies of the six-legged Nightmare Horse.

It's just that the cultivation of Ashariya is restricted, and the strength of the advanced stage generals can be brought into play.

The Night Thunder Dream Beast's sturdy and majestic body was fearless, and its huge claws shone with a furious dark thunder brilliance, slamming down on the knight's thick armor.

There was a loud bang, and the Night Knight and his horse were shot away more than ten meters away, vulnerable to a blow.

Asharia gritted her teeth, the dark aura of her body was surging and thick, and one after another dark star maps appeared, vaguely forming a majestic constellation.

It's a pity that not long after she was promoted to the high level of the Shadow Department, the night rule of the high-level magic division has not been fully mastered, and the control is intermittent.

It was only halfway through that Lu Jun's mother demon was released.

Buzz!

Behind the graceful figure of the black silk royal sister, the netherworld cave opened, and the layers of black and red spider web world opened up.

A tall and majestic fair-woman ghost leaned on all fours against the wall, quickly climbed out, her eyes smart and cunning, full of cruelty, stretched out her arms, and strangled the enemy's neck.

In an instant, Asharia's body stiffened, and even the brilliance of one after another concentrating magic tools flickered, they were easily disintegrated and eroded by the Mother of Demons.

"Damn it!"

She cursed secretly and took out her hole card from her arms, [Teleportation Magic Scroll]!

This is where she dares to meet the Black Holy See alone, the Nine Shadows, and the Parthenon traitor.

Then Asharia's eyes shimmered with a faint silver glow, and she was about to use the newly awakened third space to activate the scroll.

Want to escape?! Lu Jun sneered, under the cover of the nightmare realm unfolded by the Night Thunder Dream Beast, with a thought of the star map, the pure silver light surged, shining on half of the sky.

Fourth-level mid-level space magic [Four Realms, Space Rhythm, Dimensional Anchoring]!

The majestic silver hills of the heavenly dome crashed down, enveloping Asharia within a radius of dozens of feet, along with the hill-like ghostly ghost hanging behind her.

In the next moment, the silver scroll that had been violently reacting in Asharia's hand suddenly extinguished, and it was dumbfounded.

She was dumbfounded, "How is this possible?!" ”

In the original book, Asharia's actions were not written, but only said that he would meet his colleagues, and now it was finally rounded. Including the Black Sect's method of pulling the abyss, it's not easy.

(End of chapter)