Tianxu looked at Sloan with a strange smile and said, "A person who can kill his own teacher will be grateful?"

"Lord Tianxu, why did you want to save him?" Sloane's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and Ye Yinzhu couldn't help frowning and looking at Tianxu in confusion.

O'Brien was also stunned when he saw Tianxu, and then thought of the previous scene, and couldn't help but be shocked by the strength of Tianxu's strength and saluted respectfully: "Lord Tianxu!"

"Is he the mysterious Heavenly Void?" Fa Lan's other five tower masters couldn't help but look at the Heavenly Void curiously. Tianxu's means of rescuing Sloan just now really shocked them. Obviously, the strength of the Heavenly Void is much stronger than theirs, and I am afraid that it is very likely that it has surpassed the level of the sub-god, that is, the real god! In the face of a true god, any respect is taken for granted.

Disheveled.. In the low muffled sound, Sloane, who realized that something was wrong, almost instinctively slapped Tianxu on his body. However, the sky was not moving, but he was shocked into the air and staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his figure.

Turning his head to look at Sloane, who was shocked and looked up at him in disbelief, Tianxu couldn't help but have a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Attack me?" Sloane, even when you are victorious, you are not my opponent, let alone now? ”

"It's you, you snatched my soul bead last time!" Sloane suddenly thought of something, and his face changed and looked at Tianxu in disbelief.

"Well, it's not too stupid," Tianxu nodded, and Phil Jackson's soul bead was already suspended in front of him as soon as he turned his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Tianxu stretched out his hand and grabbed Sloan, and suddenly Sloan's figure flew in front of him uncontrollably. At the same time, under Sloane's unwilling scream of pain and the surprised gazes of Ye Yinzhu and O'Brien around him, the blood on Sloane's body turned into a blood mist escaping from his body, and finally turned into a viscous blood ball the size of a fist in front of Tianxu.

That blood ball was not only transformed by Sloane's essence blood, but also contained pure and surging energy, and even contained some of the remaining demon god power in Sloane's body.

"A powerhouse close to the ninth order of the sub-god level, a body of essence and blood energy is not trivial, if it is hit by your hammer, it can be seen that it is all wasted, it is simply a tyrannical thing!"

Immediately afterwards, Tianxu grabbed the head of Sloane's corpse again, and suddenly pulled out a transparent gray soul from it, and with a flick of his fingers, Sloane's soul directly collapsed into wisps of gray qi and was absorbed by the soul bead suspended in front of Tianxu. Tianxu made a move, which naturally ensured that those soul energies no longer contained the slightest consciousness of Sloane.

"The soul energy of a powerful sub-god-level powerhouse is a great supplement for the soul, and it can't be wasted either," Tianxu said and casually threw the soul bead to Ye Yinzhu: "Here, take it! This is Phil Jackson's soul bead, and it can only play that role when you put it in your hand." ”

"Thank you, Lord Tianxu!" Ye Yinzhu, who responded respectfully, put away Thor's hammer, then raised his hands and solemnly put the soul bead into his hand, bent his knees, and slowly knelt on the ground, tears rolled out of his eyes: "Teacher Phil Jackson, the traitor is finally dead, what I promised you has been done, and your soul bead has been recovered." Rest assured, no matter how hard it takes, I will help your soul to be reborn. ”

The soul bead seemed to understand Ye Yinzhu's words, and after he bowed respectfully to the soul bead three times, he broke free directly from his hand, turning into a faint black streamer and burrowing into Ye Yinzhu's eyebrows.

"Emperor Qin, thank you for helping us kill the traitor of Falan. But I think it's time to solve the problem between us," Obi Lane and the other six tower masters came to Ye Yinzhu.

Slowly stood up, straightened the arrogant spine, Ye Yinzhu's voice was cold and hard: "If you want to fight, then fight!"

"No, I think, Emperor Qin, you misunderstood," O'Brien, the master of the Bright Tower, smiled slightly, glanced at Tianxu, and then looked at Ye Yinzhu gently: "With Lord Tianxu here, it is impossible for us to do anything to you and Qincheng again, I just want to talk to you." ”

"Okay, you talk slowly, I'll go first," Tianxu on the side chuckled, and the figure disappeared into the void and left.

...

The Far North Wasteland, the City of Holy Light, the Great War has been going on for a long time, and the moat in front of the city has been completely filled with the corpses of orcs.

Maldini, with his blood-stained sword in his hand, gasped slightly, the sight in front of him had turned blood-red, and he could no longer remember how many enemies had died under his sword. Beside him, almost every soldier of the Northern Legion of the Milan Empire was wounded.

Beside Maldini stood a stout man with blond hair, who looked to be thirty years old, but exuded a fierce aura, his golden robe was already stained with slightly dark red dried blood, and he also carried a dark golden sword in his hand. It seems to be a simple and ordinary big sword, but the invisible edge makes the surrounding air oscillate and fluctuate.

Not far behind them, two figures in magic robes sat weakly on the city wall, an old man and a mature and beautiful woman, who were none other than the vice president of the Milan Imperial Magicians Guild and Maldini's own brother, the Elder Magister of Materazzi, and the deputy head of the Jin Yan Mercenary Regiment and one of Tianxu's personal disciples, Yan Ji.

"Brother Kingsley, thank you for coming to help!Otherwise, we may not be able to withstand the frantic attack of the orcs today," Maldini couldn't help but turn his head to the blonde man on the side with a slight difficulty, glancing at the retreating army of the orcs on the bloody battlefield at sunset.

The blonde man Kingsley smiled: "Marshal Maldini, I am a Milanese after all, and I have an unshirkable duty for Milan!"

"Yan Ji, how is it? Are you okay?" King Sley turned around and came to Yan Ji's side and asked softly.

Looking up at him, Yan Ji, who had a smile on her tired face, said weakly: "It's just that too much mana has been consumed, just rest for one night." ”

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Kingsley, I have already given Senior Sister Yan Ji a potion to quickly restore her magic power," the same slightly tired voice came from the side, and it was a sweaty man who spoke, with gray hair on sideburns, but his face was young and somewhat feminine, it was another disciple of Tianxu, who was sitting in charge of the Medicine Master's Mansion.

At this moment, with the crisp and melodious chanting, a rich breath of vitality spread across the city wall, and suddenly many injured soldiers recovered quickly from their injuries, and the fatigue of the day of fighting was also relieved a lot.

Looking at the pretty woman in a dark green Luo skirt in the distance, Yan Ji, who had recovered a little, couldn't help but smile and said: "After becoming a purple-level Grand Magister, Senior Sister Luna's life magic is really getting more and more powerful, and she can actually treat so many warriors at the same time!"

"Yes, if it weren't for Miss Luna's help, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been easy for us to hold on until now," Materach nodded as he spoke. As he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the first time he met Lu Na, Yan Ji and their teacher Tianxu in the Mercenary Guild of Milan City. Who would have thought that they would have the opportunity to fight together?

As they spoke, they suddenly felt the temperature in the air rapidly decrease, and the exclamations of the surrounding warriors also caused them to look up.

I saw that outside the Holy Light City, corpses were all over the field, and on the battlefield filled with bloody breath, snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the cold wind was howling, and even some snowflakes were blown onto the Holy Light City, which made many soldiers feel a thrill all over their bodies.

"That's?" In the snowflakes in the sky, whether it was the Milan side in the Holy Light City or the orc side of the Mjolnir Fortress, countless eyes noticed a shadow slowly descending on the snowflake sky. She is like a god in the wind and snow, a messenger of cold. At this moment, the snow god descended on this land that had just been baptized by the fire.