The person who entered the temple was dressed in a big black robe.

When he appeared, the tension in the temple seemed to be relieved.

Even if Nebik's eyes were a little relaxed, he would not admit that the apostle of his own hall was no match for a Dao Sect Sword Immortal.

This is the Mayan Protoss, a well-known legendary Grand Arcanist, who is good at dissociation and death fingers and space spells, but if the Maya Protoss has any difficult bones, as long as he comes out, whether it is the hell devil or the abyss demon, they will disintegrate and die under his dissociation and death fingers.

His spatial magic allows him to ensure that he is undefeated and can advance and retreat freely.

"Catelo, you're here!"

Catelo, the president of a magic council in a very developed magical realm, has extremely high magical attainments, and this time he obviously rushed back on purpose.

However, he is not an apostle of King Nebik, but an apostle of the lord of their Mayan god clan, although they are all apostles, their status is completely different, and the trajectory of their growth is also different, and they are cared for more resources than ordinary throne apostles.

Catro saluted King Nebique, then the other apostles, and then asked about the inside, and those present described what had happened inside.

Catero's face was solemn, but there was a majesty and confidence in his eyes.

Gandalf nodded in his heart, he was most afraid that the other party would be angry in his heart after hearing everything that had just happened, so it was easy to be caught by that Daomen Sword Immortal, after all, the Daomen Sword Immortal's swordsmanship was extremely fast and he was good at catching flaws.

The reason why Gandalf didn't go was because he thought that he was not the elder of Kui Lin, and everything that happened after made him understand more clearly that if he went, he would not be able to come back.

He wanted others to take it seriously, so he asked Catro if he had any experience fighting people in the Daomen.

The fact that they had never fought against the Daomen was very important to Gandalf, because the Daomen's spell system was very different and unique to them.

"Fifty years ago, when I was in Nether, I killed a monk of the Daomen, and it was really difficult. Thirty years ago, when he was supporting the bloody wasteland in the Dark Realm, he encountered a sneak attack by a Daomen monk, and finally fought undefeated. ”

"Is there a battle against the Sword Immortal of the Passage Gate?" Gandalf asked again.

"Not really. Catro said.

"Daomen monks are flexible and changeable, and they are good at applying magic weapons, and after you enter, you must pay attention to whether the other party will have any magic weapons. Gandorf reminded.

Catelo nodded, Daomen is famous, and he must not be careless.

Ever since he had been attacked once thirty years ago, he had really studied some Dao cultivation methods seriously.

He needs to analyze the world, step by step, peel off the veil of mystery of the world layer by layer, and finally grasp the truth, the more you know, the stronger you are.

And the Daomen don't seem to be like this, they pay attention to reflecting the world with their hearts, just like a mirror reflecting the world, which seems to be a rootless source, but in fact it is also a way to go straight to the truth, so the people of the Daomen, the strong will be so strong, but the people are really so few.

In his opinion, in the mystery, there are countless faces in the world, and no matter which one you perceive, it is like a blind man touching an elephant.

This is just the feeling of an outsider about his Taoist practice.

"Although I haven't fought with the Daomen Sword Immortal, no matter where I want to leave, no one will be able to stop me. Catro said.

"Okay, this person, the swordsmanship is cast at a very long distance, the two injuries of the beast and the demon are extremely strong, and he also has the ability to cast multiple spells. Gandorf said.

Cattro nodded, then saluted the throne and stepped into the vortex passage.

somewhere in the world.

In the middle of the mountains, there was a cave house, and in it there was an old Taoist who woke up from his meditation, his eyes glowing green, and only disappeared after a while.

He got up and went to another cave, where there was a small altar.

The altar is dedicated to the five poisonous plague gods, these five poisonous plague gods do not know how many years have been worshipped, and their statues have been blessed with five-colored plague god light.

At this time, he took out a wooden statue of the god from a box, which was seven or eight points similar to Nibik, and on the back of the wood carving was also engraved with words, which was the name and name of King Nibik.

"Hey, my old man, I can't escape the life of a coolie even if I hide here. ”

The old man sighed, then sat down on the futon in front of the altar and spat out a small five-color flag from his mouth.

This is his Five Poison Plague Divine Banner.

I saw that he shook the Five Poisonous Plague Divine Banner in his hand, and then the shadow of the Five Poisonous Plague Divine Gods immediately appeared on the Five Plague Divine Statue, and pounced on the statue of Nibik in the middle.

A person in the Dao Sect, at his level, no matter where he cultivates, he will always receive some information during his meditation, and this information may come from the elders of the sect or from other places.

And this curse, as you can know from that name, this is another multi-person cooperative spell casting by the Daomen.

In another world.

In front of a cold Taoist girl, on an altar, a statue is placed in the middle.

And this altar is engraved with the statue of the demon god, and the whirlpool-like eyes of the demon god statue, and in the whirlpool-like eyes, there are dead words shining like stars, echoing the stars in the sky.

This Heavenly Secret Demon should die on the curse altar.

In another world.

Under a cliff.

A statue of the god was placed there, and there were drips of water in the cracks in the stone, right on the center of the idol's eyebrows.

Looking up at the cliff, it is towering into the clouds, as if connecting the stars in the sky.

Looking closely at the cliff, I found that the entire cliff was engraved with mysterious talismans.

This is to use the mountain as an altar to form a dripping spell for the gods.

Every drop of water falls like this mountain cliff suppressing down, and every drop of water carries the power of this heaven and earth.

Gandalf's face changed suddenly, for he saw that King Nebik's face seemed to have lost a lot in this short period of time.

"How could it be, even if they imprisoned the clone of the throne and used it as a basis to cast a curse, it shouldn't be so fast?"

Just when he was surprised in his heart, thinking about whether to report to the Lord in the Emperor's palace, he noticed that the breath on the throne of Nebik sitting there was rapidly weakening.

Various spots appeared on his body, and the originally anchored world anchor chain in his eyes was instantly broken, and the whirlpool in the void dispersed, and everyone found out that something had happened to their king.

When he looked at it, he found that the seven orifices of the throne were bleeding, and the flesh was rapidly rotting, and worms came out of it, revealing the bones inside, which were also ashes and withered.

The king died, died quietly, there seemed to be nothing big in the last moment, at least in the next few decades, there seemed to be no problem, and at this moment he was already dead, and he did not even leave his last words.

The apostles in the temple were panicked and at a loss for what to do, when a high-crowned male phantus appeared in the temple.

Immediately after, in the depths of the palace in Nibik, there was an unwilling shout.

This is the split soul in his soul box, which has also been cursed.

In a wizard tower in a certain world, there was a middle-aged man, suddenly his eyes welled up with horror, he looked up at the sky, and there seemed to be a drop of water falling on his eyebrows, dripping his will, and then he seemed to see an old man, holding a small bow in his hand, shooting a flash of arrow.

The light of the arrow shot into the center of his brow.

"No!"

He shouted such a word before he died, but it couldn't change the ending.

In a certain world, in a magical family, there was a woman lying on the bed, she was sleeping, and a few days ago she had a dream, in which a light was thrown into her arms, and she knew that maybe the Holy Son had come.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, full of shock and fear, and then stroked her stomach, and blood flowed from her lower body.

Just now, she dreamed that five monsters had burrowed into her stomach and eaten her own child.

King Nebik had other doppelgangers, a life box, and a wisp of will to be reincarnated in tantric law after feeling danger not long ago.

But they all died almost at the same time.

"Heaven punishes the Daomen, and Maiya will always remember the blood vendetta. ”

The majestic man in the hall was projected, but there was such a sentence echoing here.

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