Mo Yinge was embellished with holy flames, as ethereal as a god.
Her feet touched the sea of sand, and surging volcanoes stretched out one after another. The mountains, ridges, mountainsides, and foothills were all composed of holy flames.
The magical sand sea that Khufu had accumulated for thousands of years turned into lava.
Suzaku Shadow, the goddess of fire!
Khufu finally showed a look of horror. Why does this human woman still have an unimaginable supreme totem on her body? Why were the shackles of the plane suddenly broken off? Why is her strength still increasing?
This is not magic at all! ! !
Khufu was roaring, shouting, envious, and jealous in his heart
But there didn't seem to be much fear.
"It seems that this is not your real body?" Mo Yingge thought thoughtfully. In this state, her eyes were extremely terrifying, and she could understand the essence of the matter at a glance.
Then she shook her head again and said, "This is your true body. It seems that you have a back-up plan for resurrection?"
Seeing that Mo Yingge revealed the mystery, Khufu simply stopped pretending.
"Hehe. That's right, you guessed it right. Even if my body is destroyed, so what, just wait, in this eastern land, I, Khufu, will come back sooner or later!"
Khufu gave up his resistance and understood that this space had become his tomb.
"But I'm very curious about where your power comes from. It's obvious that you are not the Archangel of the Holy City. Also, I hope you can withstand the backlash of this power, otherwise I won't have the chance to collect your body."
This space can no longer accommodate the Suzaku Divine Shadow, and its wings have even stretched out into the void.
Before Khufu finished speaking, the entire space was completely annihilated by the Suzaku Divine Shadow.
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At the top of the pyramid, a man wrapped in white pharaoh's robes pushed aside the heavy coffin and stood up.
"Has my other body been wiped out?"
"Hehe. It's interesting!"
Khufu's eyes swept across this northern land. The memory of this body still stayed before the battle. He still needed to slowly sort out the broken memory fragments that were sent back.
But now, he has to leave here first.
The destruction of another body means that he encountered an unimaginable crisis.
It seems that this mysterious eastern land does not yet belong to him, Khufu.
Only a little bit of the underworld army was left beside the pyramid, and they were called back by Khufu to retreat.
"Old Bangzi wants to leave now?!"
Suddenly, from high in the sky, a sky-covering phoenix shadow fell down, and the brilliant Nine Heavens Holy Flame fell, burning directly to the ground. In the end, he didn't even have time to enter the pyramid and was still looking at the unlucky ones, including many monarch-level Hades.
Khufu, who was standing on the top of the pyramid, was shocked.
How could he be hunted down so quickly? ?
This time there is no need for the Underworld Frog to slowly pull the pyramid, Khufu will directly take the lair and run away.
He hadn't figured out what was going on yet, so he naturally left first as a courtesy.
In the starlight coordinates, the towering Pyramid of Khufu quickly disappeared.
But at the last moment when it was about to disappear, a pair of divine claws followed the pyramid into the void space.
"Tear~~~!!"
The space was torn open as easily as paper, and the portal had dissipated. However, Mo Yingge tore the space apart forcefully, and a ferocious and twisted deep space gap hung high in the sky over Northern Xinjiang.
Finally, the Suzaku divine shadow covering the sky slowly dissipated, and two items were retrieved and fell on the ground.
One is the golden dome of the Pyramid of Khufu, and the other is the dimensional triangular mirror that activates the summons.
Both items are rare treasures!
"Go back to your hometown!!"
Khufu was quite reliable. At least he took away the Sphinx and the Horus Condor in the end. Of course, he also paid a corresponding price for it. He was followed by Mo Yingge who followed the space trajectory. Go up.
"What God of the Underworld? It's just a dead dog that has lived for a thousand years!!" Mo Fan was also exhausted, but leaning on the Great Wall, he still cursed, with an expression of relief on his face.
They won this war after all!
The army of the underworld was refined by Khufu into the undead monster that was demolished by Mo Yingge in a few strokes, so Zhan Kong could also free up his hands to help Mo Fan, so the poor Sphinx was almost disemboweled. In fact, if it weren't for Khufu fished it away, and it was estimated that it would be torn into pieces in a short time.
Above the clouds, a ray of golden fire merged into Mo Yingge's body. The battle between the two divine birds was over. Blood rained in the sky. It was not known who won and who lost, but Mo Yinge could feel the power of the Golden Crow. The excitement coming from the soul, this kind of pure battle, even if she died, made her feel joy from the bottom of her heart.
Mo Yingge's long hair was fluttering, and she was the only one left on the huge Fangba Plain.
The dark cracks in the sky have not healed for a long time, which is shocking. The earth has been ravaged over and over again, leaving scars everywhere.
Mo Yinge put away the triangular rhombus utensil. She didn't know whether it was because she grabbed it by force, or because Leng Jue was using it forcefully before it was completely intact, so it was already covered with cracks.
"It can still be used, but it's a pity. It's such a waste of natural resources."
Looking back at the devastated land, Mo Yinge used the last remaining power of the Holy Plane in his body to chant the Holy Word Mantra again.
The murmuring voice turned into the wind and blew across the land of Northern Xinjiang
Purify the remaining resentful souls here, may the deceased rest in peace, and may the future be better.
The wind blew up the ashes of the dead, which were completely purified in the Holy Word. These ashes will eventually fall to the earth and become nourishing seeds. While repairing, the place will become full of vitality. This process will not take too long. If it continues With some assistance from plant mages and earth mages, Fangba Plain will soon be restored to its original appearance and even more vibrant.
The world is such a cycle, destruction and regeneration, death and reproduction, fallen leaves returning to their roots, and endless life. Human beings have already adapted to this environment. Otherwise, how could it continue to this day?
"Isn't this possible?"
Mo Yingge slowly walked to the edge of the Great Wall, looked at Mo Fan and smiled.
"How can a man say no!" Mo Fan pouted. At another time, he would definitely have to talk back a few more times, but now he is too tired, and the sequelae of demonization have begun.
The power of darkness and ice and snow on the ancient Great Wall was dissipating. She picked up Mo Fan who was leaning in the corner below the Great Wall and threw him onto the cracked Great Wall.
"Hahaha, well said, how can a man say no?!" Zhan Kong caught Mo Fan from above, tucked him under his arm, and burst out laughing.
Although he also had a lot of injuries on his body, it was much better than Mo Fan who was completely weak.
"Thank you for your hard work." Qin Yu'er gently hugged Mo Yingge. She didn't know the battle process between Mo Yingge and Khufu, but she could fully imagine the thrilling experience.
"Well, let's go, this war is over."
After they left, the majestic divine wall collapsed inch by inch, but this time no one was worried anymore. What was left was only the joy of victory and the aftermath.
And on the other side. Our great Pharaoh Khufu is furious.
That damn stupid human being actually told himself that the ancient country in the east was so empty that the army of the underworld could march in unimpeded and seize the country of ancient magic and civilization that dared to compete with the country of Khufu. As a result, it suddenly appeared. Such a woman, with the power of the Holy Plane, directly blocked her own army!
That oriental woman is even more outrageous than those archangels. The power of the archangels is also inherited through the continuous improvement of the Holy City from generation to generation. Although Khufu also knows that the source of the archangel's power is also related to the holy plane, but It was the heavenly father who first established the original holy city who divided his power into seven parts and created an existence like an archangel based on the power of the holy plane.
But there are no traces of the Holy City on Mo Yingge, but he is as powerful as a god from the holy plane descending to earth. The ripples of holy light on his body make the pure dark light he borrowed weaker by three points!
She doesn't speak the truth about magic. Is she the biological daughter of the Holy Plane? Otherwise, how can she master the Holy Power of origin? !
A human who has not yet reached the level of the forbidden curse turned Pharaoh Khufu into the most filthy and insignificant undead. Such a person should not appear in this world at all.
"Hehehe, you will pay the price for your actions, little girl. There will be someone more willing to deal with you."
But before that, Khufu had to build a golden dome for his pyramid. Without this thing, he could not easily borrow the underworld from the dark plane.
It's just that materials are a big problem. Even if Khufu has built one before, it is absolutely impossible to make another one that is exactly the same.
And that Dark Messenger, why would a fallen angel go against him? And the stupid lion, the Sphinx, couldn't even defeat that evil boy. The more Khufu thought about it, the more angry he became. Maybe he should find some helpers.
Lucheng, a small city on the Northern Plains, is no bigger than Bo City.
It is very close to Northern Xinjiang and is one of the farthest cities from Feihuang City. If Moyinge and the others had not stopped Khufu's underworld army, a disaster would have inevitably happened here.
Fortunately, the place is now empty.
But at this time, the silence was broken by the voices of several men and women.
It was Mo Yingge, Zhan Kong and the others.
They didn't go to Feihuang City, they didn't go to accept the honor that belonged to them, they just dragged their injured bodies to this small city to have a small gathering.
The so-called honor is insignificant. What they want is protection. If they achieve it, it is enough.
There are no lives lost in Beiyuan, there are no rivers of blood, and there are no mourners everywhere. This is the greatest appreciation and honor for them!
As for the celebration, a few of them are enough.
"Hey monkey, go to the supermarket next door and get me some food. Brother Fan, I'm starving to death."
Mo Fan was being held by Zhang Xiaohou. He was suffering from the demonic backlash, but he was in good condition and his injuries were not too serious. After all, there were still people fighting alongside him.
"Isn't this not good? No one goes to get it directly?" Zhang Xiaohou said hesitantly.
"Are you stupid? Without us fighting bloody battles at the front, this city would be gone. What's wrong with me going to get some food?" Mo Fan said confidently.
The entire city was gone, leaving only these things that we didn't have time to take away. Of course, useful things would have to be moved later.
"Go ahead and get me some food and drinks." Zhan Kong chuckled and took out a bottle of wine from his arms. You could tell from the look that it was his treasure.
Zhang Xiaohou had no choice but to go shopping in the nearby supermarket, but in the end he left the money even though there was no one there.
Randomly walking into a small restaurant that didn't even close the door, a group of people occupied a table, adding the last bit of life to this deserted city.
Little Lingling was kidnapped by her sister, so there were only six people here including Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Zhan Kong and Qin Yu'er, as well as the little follower Ding Yumian who was following Mo Yingge.
The main thing was that Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou and Zhan Kong were bragging and chatting among themselves, while Qin Yuer and Ding Yumian hit it off immediately and sat aside and communicated quietly.
Mo Yingge held his head and watched them chat quietly with a smile.
It feels so good to have everyone together well!
Isn't this what she wants?
"Come, let's have a glass of wine together!" Zhan Kong shouted, slapping the table, regardless of the several lesbians present.
Qin Yu'er rolled her eyes at him, making a cup of ice and brewing wine from snow.
Mo Yinge's eyes lit up, and he imitated her and used the wind as a cup to drink the fire.
Ding Yumian's hand that was obediently pouring the juice suddenly froze. He was still showing off his magic control. He puffed up his cheeks slightly. Isn't this bullying?
"Cheers to life, to life!"
Mo Yingge raised his "wine glass" and shouted.
"Respect life, wish you live!"×5
After a small gathering, Zhan Kong took Qin Yu'er back to Tianshan Mountain. They might have some minor troubles next, so it would be better to hide deep in Tianshan Mountain.
Qin Yu'er's name is still on the list of the Holy Inquisition Tribunal. If anyone knows that she came out of Northern Xinjiang, they will definitely come to investigate. As for Zhan Kong himself, he has never thought about how to face the people in his family, huh , let’s limit it to the old man.
Since you don't want to face it, then continue to choose to escape. When one day they are strong enough and no one in this world can easily do anything to them, there should be no need to hide.
If possible, who would want to live in seclusion?
Mo Fan's physical injuries are not bad. The main reason is that demonization has seriously affected his mind and soul. The most obvious one is the regression of his cultivation. Fortunately, he did not use this power when he was in the Parthenon. Otherwise, he might It will take three to five months and half a year to cultivate.
However, Mo Yingge still drove him to the Parthenon and asked Xinxia to give him a good check-up.
Before leaving, Mo Yinge gave Mo Fan the Resentment Tree Heart of the Heavenly Crown Purple Lime Demonic Tree. When going out, you still need some trump cards. No matter how big the backlash and consequences are, it is still better than hanging outside.
Living is more precious than anything else!
"Respect life"
Using water to make wine, Mo Yingge finally sprinkled a glass of water on the devastated land, hoping that life would return in the coming year.
