"Boom~~~~~~~!"
There was another loud noise, and the two priests in black were not spared, and they died without their bodies intact.
Liu Ru, who was fighting with several other cursed beasts, had a look of surprise on her face.
Obviously this dark red steel skeleton is Fang Gu's undead, but if he had sent this skeleton to kill the people in Huacun before, no one would have survived. The strength of this dark red skeleton is too tyrannical. War General The level of cursed beast can be solved with just a few more hammers!
Without the flanking attack of two cursed beasts, Liu Ru felt much more relaxed. The dark red skeleton looked like it was still unfinished. It took heavy steps and rushed over, continuing to attack those black beasts. Killing cursed beasts...
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"Xing~~~~~~" Little Flame Fairy's clear voice rang in Mo Fan's ears. She was telling Mo Fan's father that the new missiles have been loaded and are waiting for reflection at any time!
A cold smile appeared on Mo Fan's lips, and he stared at the deaconess who was struggling to use defensive magic.
High level mage?
I have never seen a weaker high-level mage than her!
What's the use of more defenses? As long as it's not a high-level defensive magic, the Meteor Fist brought by Little Flame Fairy can completely wipe her out!
When the deaconess saw another kind of brown flame appearing on Mo Fan's body, her whole face twisted together.
She could barely resist the fourth-level fierce fist, but if Mo Fan's meteoric fist, which was comparable to high-level magic at the beginning, hit her, she would lose several lives.
Brown and bright red, once these two flames are intertwined, over there is the meteor fist possessed by Little Flame Fairy + the fourth level fierce fist. This is a super fire fist that can blow away the fleshy corpses!
"Stop...stop!!"
Just when Mo Fan was filled with killing intent, a timid voice came out.
"I told you to stop, otherwise your friend will die!" The voice seemed a little more determined, and he tightly clenched a dagger-like stabbing tool in his hand.
The dagger was placed on Zhang Xiaohou's neck. It was so sharp that it could cut Zhang Xiaohou's skin with just a light touch.
Zhang Xiaohou still had that dull look on his face, even though the sharp blade was at his neck. He didn't seem to have any big reaction.
Mo Fan frowned and stared at this person coldly.
"Hong Jun, what are you doing!!" Su Xiaoluo scolded angrily.
Village chief Xie Sang also looked puzzled. He looked at Hong Jun who suddenly attacked Zhang Xiaohou. He said hurriedly: "Hong Jun, the Black Church is not a good person, what are you doing??"
"Village Chief, haven't you figured it out yet?" Mo Fan saw through it at a glance, his face full of ridicule.
"Hahahaha. Well done, well done. I didn't expect that this little gray-clothed cultist like you would come in handy at a critical moment. Very good. I will support you after I go back. You are better than these few who died." The priests are much wiser!" The deaconess burst out laughing.
"Hong Jun, how could you do this? We are all from the dangerous village and we must follow the instructions of our ancestors..." Su Xiaoluo was also stunned. She never thought that Hong Jun was actually from the Black Church.
But. Hong Jun has been staying in Weiju Village like everyone else. How could he have contact with the Black Church?
"Hmph, don't mention any ancestral teachings to me. They are really a group of people living in primitive tribes. How can idiots like you who chant ancestral teachings all day long know the beauty of the outside world. But just because of you old antiques, I was born In a shabby place like yours, let me, a mage, be unable to even raise his head in front of my classmates!" Hong Jun roared.
"Three years... You have only been away from the village for three years, how come you have become like this in three years?"
"The second month after I left Weiju Village, I never wanted to go back in my life, if it weren't for the orders from above. Do you really think I would go back to the village? What is there in the village, except for the ancestral teachings, is just a bunch of stupid people doing cheap farm work , for the rest of his life. And why is it ridiculous that the Well Water God doesn't allow him to leave the village? It's all bullshit!" Hong Jun simply spit out all the resentment he had accumulated against the village for a long time, with a ferocious face like a ghost.
"Then...then there is no need for you to join the Black Church. I don't hesitate to be punished by my ancestors, I don't hesitate to drive away the people from Yangyang Village, and secretly take away some water from Kunjing every month, just to keep you on the path of the mage. Walking on the road will be smoother. Make you stronger than those who laugh at you..." Village Chief Xie Sang said with despair on his face.
"It's too slow. The water from Kunjing has an effect on cultivation too slowly. What the Black Holy See gave me is beyond what you, an old man, could have imagined!" Hong Jun said.
"Don't worry, when you become a priest in black, you will be able to get whatever you want, money, women, status, respect. Anyone who dares to laugh at the antiques you crawled out of the soil can be turned into a black beast. Demon, become your slave!" The deaconess laughed sharply.
The two flames on Mo Fan's body have not been extinguished. There are members of the Black Vatican in Weiju Village. This is something he did not expect. After all, the people in Weiju Village are isolated from the outside world. It is difficult for the Black Vatican to lurk in, even if they lurk in. , had no effect on them, but they didn't expect that Hong Jun, who had been away practicing magic for three years, had been corrupted.
In other words, this person was unwilling from the beginning and was a slave of desire from the beginning. What the Black Vatican gave him just satisfied everything he had.
"It turns out it's all because of your greed. Are you worthy of the dead villagers?" Su Xiaoluo asked angrily.
"A group of people who live like slave farmers, how does it matter if they die? They talk about how great and sacred the ancestral precepts are all day long, but in the eyes of outsiders, they are just a joke!!" Hong Jun said.
Xie Sang could no longer speak a word. He violated his ancestors and even killed villagers, just to satisfy his son's desire to become a respected magician. Who knew everything would turn out like this...
Thinking of the villagers who were killed by Fang Gu seeking revenge, and thinking of this son who was a stranger to him, the village chief Xie Sang was completely depressed. He sat on the ground as if he had no soul.
"Village Chief." At this time, Zhang Xiaohou's voice came over.
The village chief Xie Sang raised his head blankly, wondering why this silly boy called him.
"To be honest, I always thought you were from the Black Vatican." Zhang Xiaohou had a look in his eyes and said in a calm tone.
The village chief was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning of Zhang Xiaohou's words.
But for some reason, he felt that the tone of this silly boy's words was not so dull...
"Brother Fan, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble." Zhang Xiaohou ignored Xie Sang, but looked at Mo Fan with a smile on his face.
Mo Fan smiled knowingly.
The calamity flames and rose flames that had never dissipated on his body suddenly became more powerful and surging, burning the surrounding area a dazzling red.
Damn it or die, does this deaconess really think she can escape by using this little traitor? ? (To be continued.)
