I am willing to face it alone.

Zhan Kong's words lingered in Mo Fan's ears. At the same time, Mo Fan also regained his freedom and was not suppressed any more.

He could move, but he could not take any step for a while.

Just now Mo Fan learned about the promoter of this conspiracy. What made him particularly helpless was that this promoter was not what he thought, but a complete power bastard, who was fighting for interests. He just started from the perspective of an old man and wanted his grandson to be freed from the cruel curse of the living dead.

The mastermind of the battle in front of him was also unable to argue with Mo Fan. He was not for himself, nor was he the so-called dictatorial rule of the holy city. What he wanted was that people would not be invaded by the overly prosperous darkness after thousands of years.

On the contrary, it was Mo Fan himself...

It is wrong for him to stand on either side. Because this is a dispute that does not belong to him.

Waiting for a result quietly is the best respect for everyone!

...

A black armored robe with a completely cloudy gas, and even those eyes full of intimidation cannot be seen often.

Walking down from the top of the mountain, he did not choose the holy city with a crowded voice, but stepped towards the battlefield of the downward city step by step. The brilliant lights and the dazzling flames of the tower suddenly covered with a layer of cold yarn as the steps of the sky entered, and all the luminous objects became temperatureless.

Archangel Michael also flew into the battlefield of the Holy City. He stood in the dilapidated tower that contrasted with each other. From his position, you could see the Holy City Avenue and Zhan Kong walked towards him.

Behind the Archangel Michael is the reflected holy residence. Above the holy residence, the colorful dragon deer stands proudly at the highest point, and the moving veil on its back swayed with the cool night breeze.

At this time, Qin Yuer didn't look like a prisoner at all. Behind the Archangel Michael, there was a holy light soul shadow swaying, looking more like a guardian, defending the goddess who was being entangled by the devil.

Zhankong stood on the Holy City Avenue. The clean avenue was covered with blue-gray floor tiles and the shops on both sides were bustling. However, this road was filled with hostile gazes. They were far brighter than the lights...

Looking into the distance, when he was completely watching Qin Yuer, Zhan Kong felt that the vague memories in his mind suddenly turned into surging waves, filling his thoughts!

Every bit of the past, Qin Yuer's every frown and smile, recalled all of this. What this body that has always wanted to completely control is not beauty, but heart-wrenching pain!

The undead does not allow memories, especially the beauty, the more unforgettable it is, the more tormented it will be.

"Ao~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!"

Like the devil in hell roaring, the roar of the Killing Kong echoed in the two holy cities, all the bright yellow, bright red, and scorched white light and flames completely turned into the dark green light, and the world seemed to fall into the cold Nine Nether Demon Pond.

"The grace of God is so great!"

"The grace of God is so great!"

On the Holy City Avenue and on the eaves of the streets, the Holy City Master who participated in the battle read loudly. Countless golden ripples spread out in the dark night sky, and the ripples became larger and larger, and finally turned into golden blade marks that could crush everything.

The golden blade marks slashed continuously towards the holy city and reached the upper limit of the sky. Each blade mark would not be inferior to the Holy Jue Shen Demon Sword. Once a target is locked, it would definitely cause the purest light destruction, especially dark creatures.

Light is the nemesis of darkness. Even if it is stained with a little light spot, the undead creatures will burn all over. Such golden blade marks are constantly slashing on the Holy City Avenue, with extremely high frequency, almost making the night as bright as the day, with no gaps or stops.

The long and classic Holy City Avenue neighborhood is beyond recognition and covered with sharp marks of slash. After the huge energy of light is baptized, it turns into golden fireflies ashes, slowly rising in the messy road neighborhood.

The battlefield of the downfall is above people's heads, so the ashes of golden fireflies floating up are as beautiful as golden meteor showers slowed down countless times, falling down gracefully, but melting like fireworks in the night between the two holy cities.

The golden blade marks slashed the evil demons. It was a super-level group of light magic composed of countless super-level powers, shocking every magician who looked up in the holy city of Earth. However, the black armored emperor was safe and sound. The golden flames were constantly splashing on his armored robe. The light power of restraint on the dark existence could not affect its unique dark texture at all. This black armored robe is Wugang shuttled through the flames...

"Blood drinks evil wind!"

Sweep along the street with your hands.

The blood-colored evil wind made a strange whine, and quickly passed by the Holy City wizards standing on the street.

Each of these holy city mages is equipped with armored magic tools and has defensive magic. They are not responsible for attacking. They are attacking the holy city mages standing on the eaves. Their existence is to resist and resist all the dark attacks of this deceased emperor!

However, the blood-drinking evil wind attacked the body of these magicians at all. It was the soul-piercing wind. No matter how powerful the defensive magic tool and defensive barrier were placed in front of it, it was just a meaningless net. The wind could pass by, and the soul-piercing wind could tear their souls into pieces in an instant!

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The defensive mages standing on the Holy City Avenue fell one by one like Domilo dominoes. Their bodies were covered with blue-gray corpses, and their eyes were extremely hollow because of their souls being torn apart.

In the plan of the commander-in-chief of the Holy City, these defensive mages will immediately change to another group after resisting the first attack of this undead emperor. In front of such an imperial creature, these magicians are more like ancient shield-raising soldiers. The shield-raising soldiers in the front row will be replaced immediately after enduring a wave of enemy arrow rains, so that the shield-raising soldiers in the back row will be connected.

However, these defensive holy city mages did not resist the enemy's first wave of offensives at all. A large number of high-level mages died directly, and the two super-level mages in charge of the team leader were not spared.

Black turbid air was constantly coming out of their pores in their bodies, and their souls were destroyed, and their bodies were evaporating bit by bit. However, during the evaporation, the black turbid air flew towards the black armor robe of Zhankong without any guidance, making his armor look even darker and emitted yin energy!

The pain can only be relieved by killing. These auras deprived from the living person made Zhan Kong's muscle-twisted face gradually calm down.

He is a dead soul after all!

Once you are angry, no matter how much blood is, it cannot fill the hatred in your heart!!
Chapter completed!