Versatile Mage

"Yu Yuan is stepping closer to the inner city." Waiting for Mu He to speak, Mo Fan’s voice rang.

Mo Fan’s words have been smashed in the hearts of the people, as if the internal organs have been shattered!

Yu Yuan is approaching the inner city! !

I wish to be the first to react and recall the few times that appeared before the Yuan.

For the first time at the end of the Shaying River, the west side of the ancient capital, separated by six or seven hundred kilometers.

The second time it appeared in the salt pond, it is already a place of dangerous village!

The third time is 30 kilometers in the North Outer City, only 30 kilometers away from the city!

This time, it appeared directly in the city. Although the Beicheng District has been engulfed by the undead Wang Yang, it is indeed a step by step approach!

Once this can be easily annihilated, the 煞 煞 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在 在

I wished to be trembled, and the pupils were enlarged to burst, and he could not imagine this picture! ! !

"The next time the drift of the Yuanyuan space is the death of all of you, whether it is the same ordinary people as the city, or the high-ranking mages, all of them are dead, all dead!

"Ha ha ha ha, grand ceremony, by that time is the grandest and most glorious moment of our Holy See, and we will also be crowned with this grand ceremony, and everyone will surrender to the feet of Sarang, and surrender. For his great wisdom and creation!"

The madness of Hujin is in stark contrast to the silence and despair of the entire Campanile Master.

Yuan Yuan, it turned out that this is the plan of the Black Holy Church.

It is no wonder that Zhang Xiaohou will see Mu He in the vicinity of Qi Yuan, it turns out that all of them are operated by them... In the face of such a situation, would anyone still think that Zhalang and his men are just a group of rabble? ?

This Sarang is really a **** of death, creating the dark **** of death! !

Life has never been described as cheap in his eyes. A millennium is just a venue for a grand ceremony. The undead army is surrounded by the unmanned army, and he climbs the ladder, and then millions of people in the city. Many magical wizards of the Magic Association. Despair and death, as the most vivid red carpet, let him step on the ladder of death and scented slabs, stepping above the burial funeral, and let the whole world be his means and glory. Shivering and surrendering! ! !

Shengdian, this is the grand ceremony of the Holy See! ! ! !

Why is it so terrible, can there be a terrible heart in Saran? ? ?

Standing on the bell tower, the Deacon of the Black Holy See has been worshipping the north. The ridiculous piety is speechless, but even more so that everyone’s soul collapses. This heart is more than the sacred Sarang. This is the death that tells the world the name of his Saran in this festival! ! !

Han was regretted, and his dying heart began to regret.

If the decapitation plan is implemented, the city of millions will be destroyed, and the slang will be destroyed. This person has no room for fear. It is really a complete death!

However, what is the use of regret now?

The undead Wang Yang surrounds the inner city, and the Yuanyuan may appear in the center of the inner city before the next dawn. The small inner city will be swallowed up by this **** furnace, including a million city people...

The tears fell wildly, and Han’s lonely squatting on the ground, a generation of magical arrogance turned into a helpless old man at this moment.

"Sar...Sarang, you want to take everything, but... I am Han, please... please, let me go through the city." Han’s voice was shaking.

The president of the Church of the Bell Tower Magic Association, the peerless magic seems to be a bubble, leaving only such a begging.

The high-ranking officials couldn’t believe it and looked at Han’s silence. Han’s silence, which never compromised with any dark forces, actually made such a move, pleaded with the Black Holy See, and stumbled to the Cardinal Sarang. That’s the heart has been stepped on. What kind of low-cost, is that the spirit to break the embankment to how messy? ? ?

The mysterious white man stood there, full of empty eyes.

It turned out that I had no contact with the real plan of the Black Holy See, and I had lost such a perfect body!

The mausoleum of the ancient king cannot be stopped under the shackles.

Yan Yuan also drifted the space into the inner city, and the entire inner wall city was dragged to the abyss of hell.

The so-called hope of reeling silk is to let everyone no longer have a little hope, and to do a good job of becoming a sacred sensation of the Black Holy See.

The mysterious whites swept over the released high-rises. Every high-level face was as desperate and ignorant as everyone else, but he knew that one of them was already laughing at the bottom of his heart, laughing like a devil. The city stepped on the foot of the black hoop!

"It's useless, the president." The mysterious white man slowly floated Han.

If Sarang really wants to trample on the majesty and dignity of the Magic Society for thousands of years, he has already done it.

Just like the madness of the deacon of Hujin, the slang is to seal the gods. To become the **** of death that the whole world is shocked, it is necessary to bloom this festival, and it must be destroyed by the whole city.

This festival, I do not know how long it has been planned.

The Secrets of the Black Holy See are far more than their magic associations know.

They know the secrets of a dangerous village, know the relationship between Bocheng and the dangerous village, know the secrets of the Yuanyuan, and know how to control the Yuanyuan...

Waiting to die, really have to wait for death? ?

The mysterious gray man supported Han’s silence. He glanced at the high-rises that were released, but where can he see the flaws.

What's more, knowing that the so-called house arrest is actually a collective execution, will those high-level executives really feel at ease? ?

Everyone has a desire to survive, even if the Guardian Master is now going to kill them and fight against the person who made the final fight, it is not necessarily a slang, but his own people are both hurt.

Just as the mysterious gray man was so desperate and angry, a Guardian Master came slowly and handed it to a mysterious gray white man with a short note.

The mysterious white man opened the note. When he saw a symbol on his face that he could only understand, the eyes were slightly shaken...

This person finally brought the news!

The mysterious gray white man quickly read, and the look on his face changed little by little with the words written on it. Finally, his hands could not help but tremble.

Hope, this line of words is the real hope! !

The mysterious white eyes suddenly locked Fang Fang, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou and others, but once Salam was still in it, he immediately whispered a few words in the ear of Han.

Han’s empty eyes also have a hint of color.

“Really? Is this person credible?” asked Han.

"Absolutely credible!" The mysterious whites said very positively! !

"But, can they really do it?" Han said.

"There is no choice, you have to give it a go, hope that it will be hope again!" Shen Shi white said with an unusual firmness.