Night Crow Lord - Chapter 498
Chapter 494
Chapter 494
Looking at the diffusion of the black mist, the long distance of the long -distance capital, a team of church wearing a blue -green robe, was serious.
“Wind, die.”
The storm sacrifice Tejuyi’s face was gloomy.
As a sacrifice of the Eye of the Storm, he can feel the will of the wind.
In the dark mist, no “will” came.
Feeling the “wind of wind” in the surrounding dead, he felt a fear of fear.
“It’s so quiet, it’s too quiet!”
Behind Trumini, a black -haired youth storm sacrifice, his nose twitched.
“Do you feel it too!?” Tiromini stared at the other person, and the opponent’s face even had obvious fear of fear.
“This is definitely not a wicked god -level worship. I think it is a bishop.
The young man shook his right hand and clenched the necklace hanging on his chest. The expression on his face could not see anything except fear, and he had long disappeared.
“Those dark fog are part of the evil god !!!” The young man’s expression was very excited.
There is no doubt that the wind will die because of the weird black mist.
Not only the wind, there are others. As long as it is shrouded in the dark mist, anything with will will die.
Everything is used as the object of attack, even if it is the dead spirit wandering in the wilderness, it has not been let go. Even the soul of various churches and churches has not been let go.
Not only did people die, the soul has not yet come out, and no soul leaves from the dark mist.
Plane: Dark Magic Stage.
This is a plane that spreads all kinds of strange props.
Various seemingly weird, seemingly ordinary props, everywhere in this plane.
In the center of the plane, a person wearing a strange and exaggerated costume is standing on the stage.
The gods believed by the Magic Division, and the “gods” magician with multiple levels of strength.
Or called “the God of Dark Magic”.
He killed the former “God” who occupied this plane and captured this plane as his stronghold.
“Oh? Run?”
At the moment of the resurrection of the evil god Garga, he turned his head and looked at a metal jar in the corner.
Raise your right hand–
Snapped.
With the crisp sound, the metal jar turned half a circle.
Organic?
The magician sneered, a black light flashed with his eyes, and a small hole appeared on the metal jar.
“The god of the fog. You really stayed in your back, but unfortunately, you still die.”
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then turned his right hand with white gloves.
A blood -red card appears in his hands:
“You are really hard to find. If you don’t have some hands and feet, you can’t find it, and you can’t sell it.”
“Just, if you want to use this thing, you have to be a sacrifice. Since you have already ran, you can’t continue to use it, so take it as a sacrifice.”
Gently throwing the blood -colored card upwards, and the magician’s hands were intertwined.
A pair of huge white gloves emerged out of thin air, grabbed the metal jar, and then pinched hard.
When the opponent’s palm opened, the metal jar inside had disappeared.
In contrast, a metal jar appeared on the soles of the magician.
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Raising his feet, he gently kicked the jar.
The jar flew out, and a black arc was drawn on the stage. After turning around, stopped in the front of his positive, and stopped under the red card.
The falling red card was accurately on the metal jar and stood on the small hole that could not be checked.
The next moment, he raised his hands, and a joke smile appeared on his face:
“Open the door and close the door.”
“Who calls? Call me.”
“Saw my head and smash my brain.”
Under the spell of children’s horror children’s rhymes, the surging magic condensed into a wooden saw, and a door was emerged –
Then, the wooden saw stretched into the door.
The next moment, horrible screams came out of the metal jar.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“It’s really annoying pigeons.” The magician shrugged his shoulders, and his hands crossed together. Instantly, countless sharp blades emerged and pierced into the door.
Sneak ——
With the sound of the flesh and blood, the screams stopped abruptly.
On the pores on the metal jar, there was a trace of blood flowing.
Blood, touched the card blocked in front of the pores.
Instantly, a blood -colored saplings appeared on the blood -colored card, and then a branch touched out, slowly stretched out from the pores.
The scream of sobbing sounded again.
The metal jar shook violently.
The magician stood in the distance, watching the metal jar shaking, watching the sapling on the bright red card became thicker and taller.
“It is worthy of the Duke of Blood Tree.” The magician watched the blood tree growing and sighed, “It is really amazing to deprive others of the blood veins and give another person, but”
The admiration in his eyes became cold instantly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t trust you.”
Having said that his palm stretched out, his wrist lifted, as if he held up, and then, he crossed the left and right.
A dark metal fragments suddenly appeared in the position of the blood tree growing, piercing the blood tree.
The dark power poured into the blood tree.
Starting from the pierced place, black continues to spread.
It seemed to be aware of this black abnormality, and the blood of the blood flashed on the blood tree, and then the black that originally spread quickly began to fade back.
The roots stretched out of the metal bottle trembled and extracted the power at a faster speed.
The shaking of the metal bottle becomes smaller and smaller.
And the magician looked at this scene, the deeper the smile on his face:
“Duke of Blood Tree, I didn’t expect you to stay with your back.”
At the moment he sounded, a red light flashed again on the blood tree, and then a human face appeared on the blood tree, which was the face of the Duke of Blood.
His slightly squinted eyes stared at the magician:
“How come, I have always adhered to integrity trading, this is just to prevent it.”
“Just in case?” The magician held the dagger and wiped it on the white gloves of the left hand.
“The rear hand left in the god of the fog.” He stared at this face that grew up on the blood tree, and then turned his sight to the metal tank. “It seems that you have completely mastered what the God knows in the fog.But I advise you that it is best not to appear often.
“Search for me?” A trace of indifference on the face of the Duke of Bloodshop. “They can’t wait for me to immediately become the world’s strongest god in the shell, and then be wiped out by the void shell as a priority reserve food?”
(This chapter is finished)