"A leader-level demon!"
The Hellfire Demon looks like a giant skull, but its head is made of bull's head and goat's horns. Its body is covered with a layer of skin that tightly tightens the bones. It is so lean that it has bone spurs coming out of its joints, and they are burning black. Fireworks look so powerful and terrifying!
The wrinkles on the old priest's face were covered by the sacrificial lines that had been drawn for decades, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was, but the man in blue robe thought he must have been frightened to death.
"Such a commanding demon will cause a disaster even if it appears in Xichuan City. It just needs the blood of your broken village to completely summon it!"
The man in blue robe laughed, and even the traitor beside him got carried away.
"Hey, what gives you the confidence to think that an incomplete commander can sweep everything? Boy, as a villager, don't you know that the twelve villages have gone through many hardships, and why only three of them still exist now? ?"
The old priest said calmly, not affected by their words at all.
"Hmph, it's just your luck. What's there to be proud of? Countless unknown villages disappear every day on the map. Those guys who only know how to pretend to be gods and ghosts will disappear with your village today!"
"Alas~ It seems that you have really forgotten the inheritance of your ancestors." The old priest sighed.
"Old guy, stop nagging, the Netherworld Flame Demon will finish him off quickly...what's going on?!!"
The man in blue robe didn't want to have any more conversation with this lowly and ignorant wilderness man. He was wondering why the Hellfire Demon hadn't dealt with this old guy yet. When he looked back, he saw a scene that stunned him.
An old man was wearing a shabby sacrificial robe and holding a dark fire stick in his hand. In front of him was a terrifying skeletal Balrog tens of meters tall. The Balrog clenched his fist, but no matter what, he couldn't swing the room-sized fist. Go down.
One of the finger bones of the Nether Skeleton Balrog is comparable to the old priest's entire body, but its huge fist seems to be held up by a broken stick, and the conflict in the scene is extremely contrasting.
"How can it be?!"
The man in blue robe shouted in disbelief, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.
Seemingly feeling that his actions were very inelegant, he suppressed the panic in his heart, stood firm, and asked loudly: "Let's just surrender, don't make any more useless struggles, you will die as soon as the magic circle is restored!"
That's right, it was just a small accident that he summoned across borders. As long as the Balrog completely enters this world, this broken village will not be manipulated casually.
"Hey, young man, don't be so impatient. Old man, I haven't used magic for a long time. It's inevitable that I'm a bit rusty. Let the 'guest' you invited have a rest and we'll have a good talk."
The old priest lightly stamped his staff on the ground, invisible ripples rippled out, and a bright 'light' suddenly bloomed in his turbid eyes, as if the lead dust was washed away in an instant, and he seemed to have seen through all kinds of things in the world, transcendent!
The huge and terrifying Netherworld Flame Demon was like a little pet at the mercy of its owner. It obediently obeyed the old priest's words and ran to lie down next to the Golden Flame Fire Tree.
"Who are you?! How can there be a magician like you in this wretched place?!" The man in blue robe almost went crazy. Originally, he just wanted to come out and relax before the plan, but he ended up being unlucky for eight lifetimes. .
"This is also what I want to ask you. Who are we and why do we want to destroy the stronghold?"
The old priest walked forward slowly, the sound of every step he took echoed infinitely, and the color of the surrounding scenery faded with every step he took. When he and the man in blue robes met their eyes, they were already in a pure white space.
"A spiritual mage? I was the one in trouble this time, but just wait, we won't let your village go." The man in blue robe smiled bitterly, and then threatened the old priest again.
If Mo Yingge were here, he would know that this was an old tradition of their Black Church, and he would have had a bad mouth before he died.
"Since you don't tell me, then I'll come and see for myself. Don't young people know how to be more considerate of the old people? The old people have to do everything themselves."
The old priest and the man in blue robe looked at each other, and the man in blue robe's eyes instantly became chaotic. The old priest was forcibly reading his memory.
Moreover, it was a very simple and crude method, and the consequences were nothing more than cerebral palsy and dementia. Anyway, the old priest didn't care.
On the other side, Mo Yinge was still chasing the black beasts one by one. When he saw three guys running over to stop him, he waved his hands, knowing that the real master was finally here. Killing those black beasts was not interesting at all.
"Come on, you three come together!"
He opened his mouth to express hatred and ridicule, but Mo Yingge also didn't care, he just hit them, so as to prevent them from hurting ordinary people.
But what she didn't notice was that despite such a huge turmoil and the scurrying black beasts, not a single villager died.
Those black beasts were running around, but they couldn't find anyone specifically where they were.
They waved their claws forward, but in fact they just waved lonely. The real people were far away, and they couldn't hit anyone at all.
There is no doubt that these things have been under the spell of the psychic system from the beginning, and their perceptions have long been tampered with.
Even Mo Yingge and the three members of the Black Church intentionally or unintentionally ignored the surrounding environment.
"Fight, there's nothing to say!"
Mo Yingge's jade-white and delicate fist cut through the air, as if it was ignited, and the fierce fist was blasted out!
She has already been able to read the star path, so she can release the intermediate magic very quickly. It doesn't take a few seconds at all. She can draw the star map with just one hand, and her movements are quite coherent.
When the punch comes out, the flames follow.
The three guys from the Black Church still have some skills. One person hurriedly released the earth element rock barrier, another put water protection on himself and his companions, and the third person was drawing the thunder element star map.
"Too slow, too slow!"
Mo Yingge glanced at the gathering speed of the thunderclouds in the sky, and then accurately judged its landing point. In one thought, he followed the wind track and changed his position, easily dodging the thunderbolt's attack.
And she completely destroyed the rock barrier with a single powerful punch, and at the same time, she evaporated the water guard.
"Little Flame Fairy, try possessing me, and we'll fight the bad guys together!"
Little Flame Fairy bumped into Mo Yinge's chest, as happy as a baby swallow returning to its nest, and immediately disappeared, while Mo Yinge's body ignited with brown flames.
"Xing Xing Xing~"
"You said you have mastered a new trick recently and want to show it to me?"
Unexpectedly, Little Flame Fairy gave her a surprise. The little guy actually learned to think and work hard on his own. He is really her considerate little cotton-padded jacket.
"Hoo~~"
A pair of flame wings unfolded behind Mo Yingge. These were not the wings formed by her using the special effects of the Shuoyu Flow Flame, but the wings controlled by Little Flame Fairy and simulated using her own brown calamity flames.
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