A Demon’s Path - Chapter 872

In another battle, Xin Luo Ting Xin priest faced Zhu Xiaolu and the beast candle dragon.

The strength of the candle dragon is much stronger than that of Xin Luo Ting. It was originally possible to defeat Xin Luo Ting without Zhu Xiaolu, but Xin Luo Ting actually took the prayer sword of Murong Huatian, even if the super-powerful candle dragon could not defeat in a short time. she was.

The candle dragon is depressed. He is born with great strength, especially his eyes. He is born with light and dark skills.

However, when he met Xin Luoting’s sword of prayer, all his talents gave control to the sword, making him the most powerful and Xin Luoting.

As for Zhu Xiaolu, although her current strength is also very strong, in this level of combat, it is still a big cut in Xin Luoting, and it is not much to help.

The blue demon who watched the battle saw the battle between the candle dragon and Xin Luoting, full of doubts.

“The old guy was willing to use the sword of prayer that he had sacrificed for a long time to use it for Xin Luoting. It is really unexpected.” Lan Lin’s face is dignified, this battle is evenly matched, and who wins is really hard to say.

Qing Lan snorted and said with disdain: “Murong Huatian is also a man, and it is normal for the priestess to be better.”

Bai Kui shook his head and said: “He is not a good woman. Since his wife died because of dystocia, he has not found any woman.”

Bai Kui spent a long time in the Tower of the Devil, and his opinion on Murong Huatian is still very close to the truth.

However, a few people just talked casually. As for the gossip of the old guy of Murong Huatian, they were too lazy to pay attention.

They only care about the final result of this battle.

The new priest, Wu Wanshan, is not only strong in combat power, but the gold armor who has improved his strength through his curse is even more powerful. The overall strength is one level higher than that of the Blue Sky Alliance.

The soldiers of both sides fought, and the Blue Sky Alliance soldiers lost their lives and suffered heavy casualties. They saw Ling Shiyu’s heart pounding.

She never thought that Wan Manmen actually had this kind of curse that was used to instantly increase strength at the expense of the soul of life.

These millions of gold armored warriors are red-eyed, like a murderous murderous madman. They are smothered with guns and completely ignore their own life and death.

If people are not afraid of death, there is something terrible on the battlefield.

In just a few minutes, the Blue Sky Alliance was killed by tens of thousands of fighters.

“Everyone is retreating, they can’t hold it for a long time.” The same man who was a curse, Ling Shiyu clearly felt that the curse of those guys was madly absorbing the life of the gold armor, and quickly shouted: ” Supporting the last hour, they will die and die.”

Wu Wanshan laughed and said: “It’s a pity, oh, if you are my apprentice, how good.”

Ling Shiyu stunned the Wuwan Mountain in the sky above the eccentric yellow robe: “You dream.”

Wu Wanshan had some pity and shook his head: “Hey, after this war, I really don’t know if you still have this opportunity.”

“Absolutely not.” Ling Shiyu swayed his fist and waved his fist, trying to pretend to be a fierce look. Unfortunately, she was not good at pretending to be a fierce.

Among the pedestrians in Ling Xiao, only Ling Shiyu’s battlefield has the least experience, and Ling Xiao actually does not want her to go to the battlefield.

But Ling Xiao also knows that if other people are on the battlefield, she will be sad when she looks there.

Therefore, Ling Xiao sent a bad attack power, but it is a very strong defensive black beast.

Even though all the teams have been wiped out, the black scorpion will have enough strength to protect Ling Shiyu.

At this time, the black scorpion in a black big cloak stood beside Ling Shiyu, like a qualified bodyguard.

He only received the order of Ling Xiao to protect Ling Shiyu. As long as Ling Shiyu had nothing to do, he would complete the task.

As for those guys who are going to die to live, he is too lazy to pay attention.

It can be said that this battle was completely under the command of Ling Shiyu, which is the first time Ling Shiyu commanded the battle.

Ling Shiyu had the experience of the mercenary group fighting before, and followed Ling Xiao for so many years, naturally also learned a lot of fighting skills.

Although the first command, Ling Shiyu is still quite satisfactory.

When I found something wrong, I immediately made an order to retreat.

However, that is the beginning, and the really hard battle has just begun.

The tenth battlefield is Bai Ni and the beasts of the beasts against the priests.

The faucet, the horse body, the lion’s foot, the shape of a lion, the gray color, the fly, this is the sacred beast, it does not turn into a human figure, but directly fights with the body and the priest.

Originally, the strength of the priesthood was not the opponent of the beast, but the priest was riding a three-headed dragon, and one person and one dragon reluctantly beaten a tie.

Bai Ni did not participate in the battle between them. His strength in singles is too bad, and command is his strength.

However, Bai Ni’s gaze stared at the battle between the priests and the priests from time to time in the sky, and the eyes were full of strange light.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the priest was defeated, he would personally make up the last blow.

Ten battlefields, some battlefields have basically sealed the victory, and more battlefields are still carrying out fierce battles.

Looking at the situation, there is no way to really end the battle without three days and three nights.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes, although his heart was very anxious, but he could only wait, waiting for Tang Yingying to complete the sacred gold woven bird statue success.

“Sovereign, we quietly followed the army of the gods and devils to the periphery of the tower of the gods, but we couldn’t get in.” Ling Hong’s voice came from Fang Hongzhao’s voice: “After the lord took the troops, it was within a million miles.” They are all covered in black and white.”

Ling Xiao knows that this is the power of the heavenly tower of the Devil’s Tower. Fang Hongzhao cannot go completely normal.

Of course, even if Fang Hongzhao can go in, Ling Xiao will not let them go in and die.

Ling Xiao did not let Fang Hongzhao’s team of more than 5,000 people participate in the battle of the Great Winds, but confessed that Fang Hongzhao followed his old Ling Feng and saw what Murong Huatian was doing at the Tower of the Devil.

Unfortunately, Fang Hongzhao lost.

“You don’t have to go forward, it’s better to stay away from there.” Ling Xiao’s voice was a little hoarse: “If you are not careful, you will all die.”

Fang Hongzhao frowned, staring at the black and white mist, and he was very curious, what happened in the end.

After Ling Feng broke the black and white mist, he took the soldiers of millions of gods and magic alliances into the scope of the power of the tower of the gods.

Flying in the forefront of the team, Ling Feng found that the tower of the demon is as empty as expected.

There is only one enemy in his enemies, that is, Murong Huatian with an endless golden light on his body.

Murong Huatian suspended above the top of the tower of the Demon Tower, overlooking Ling Feng and his large army. His face showed an extremely scornful ridicule: “Ling Feng, you still have this stinking temper, so you can’t live forever. Victory over the old man.”

“Hey.” Ling Feng snorted: “I have to look at it now, how can you fight me without any subordinates.”

“Don’t you be able to deal with you without your men.” Murong Huatian flew straight, white fluttering, golden light entangled, as the true **** of ancient times.

I saw him turning with one hand, and a golden light hit the top of the tower of the Devil’s Tower.

“Hey.” A golden light spread out like a ripple from the top of the tower. In an instant, the tower of the whole demon tower is golden, like an ancient artifact.

Ling Feng’s eyes passed a hint of surprise, and he lost his voice: “Murong Huatian, you really opened the key to the tower of the demon tower. Are you crazy, do you control the power of this taboo?”

“Ha ha ha ha…” Murong Hua Tian Yangtian laughed: “Ling Feng, who is the madman in the end, you put three heavenly treasures on your son, isn’t the old man not restraining your method? I study the gods The tower has been unsure for many years, how can I easily ruin myself.”

“You can rest assured that the old man will let you see with your own eyes that the old man is in control of this taboo and open.”

With the sound of Murong Huatian, the tower of the gods and devils suddenly became a virtual shadow, flying away from the ground.

Rumble…

Although it is a virtual shadow, this huge sound proves that the tower of the gods really flies up from the ground.

“What is going on here.” Everyone was amazed to see that this huge tower of gods and gods swayed and flew, all stunned and overwhelmed.

After the tower of the gods and the gods flew into the sky, they even merged with Murong Huatian, making the golden light on Murong Huatian even more dazzling.

If the sun can be seen above the sky, then Murong Huatian is brighter than the sun.

Ling Feng’s eyes squinted straight ahead and forced two words from the mouth: “Flee.”

“Hahaha… It’s too late.” The soldiers of the Allied Magic Alliance are just about to retreat. Murong Huatian immediately rounds his hands, and a black hole vortex with a diameter of several hundred meters is formed instantly.

“Ah,” the more than 100,000 Gods and Magic Alliance fighters near the Tower of the Devil were immediately involved in the huge black hole of the space, and even the soul fluctuations disappeared without a trace.

“Damn.” Ling Feng leaped high, his hands were ten fingers like blue, and quickly drawn out countless golden runes, whistling to the black vortex.

The runes were printed on the vortex, exuding the same golden glow as Murong Huatian, sealing the half of the swell of the vortex.

Ling Feng grabbed some time for his subordinates, and the soldiers behind the team immediately turned around and prepared to escape the range covered by the tower of the gods.

However, without the help of Ling Feng, they could not open this black and white mist.

“The power will also seal the taboo of the taboo.” Murong Huatian sneered, one-handedly, shouting: “Broken.”

The golden runes that were sealed on the black vortex, screaming, immediately dissipated into nothingness.