The ghost wizard looked at the bat corpses on the ground and the bronze ghost cauldron knocked to the ground in the west. He knew that the situation was out of control and was beyond his control, so he could simply eliminate him. A sudden idea came to him instantly. heart.
No matter how hard the Qing Ling Emperor tried, he could not get past the ghost wizard's mind power circle by even half a step. He could only use more powerful demonic energy to destroy it. The body gradually became more and more ferocious, and the western limbs began to swell and become severely deformed. The originally smooth brown skin suddenly festered, and the skin was covered with wrinkled black scales, and a large amount of black blood spattered in the west.
The ghost wizard squinted his eyes and scanned the Qingling Emperor's every move. If he allowed him to let it go, the consequences would be disastrous. He could only give it a try and go all out. He chanted the mantra, twisted his hands into a five-pointed star formation, and the black and white under his feet A magic circle of two colors suddenly appeared, and a humanoid figure slowly appeared from the magic circle, an angel on the left and a demon on the right. Twelve feather wings spread out behind him and flew into the sky.
The ghost wizard shouted angrily: "Holy magic spell, twelve heavenly swords."
Immediately, the demon behind him slowly opened his hands as ordered, and a red ornate main sword landed quietly. The twelve wings behind him immediately turned into small red lightsabers, hovering behind him.
The Qingling Emperor was still struggling desperately in the telepathy array arranged by the ghost wizard. The demonic energy emanating from his body became more and more intense, seeming to dye the entire corridor black and swallow all the light.
There were only thirteen lightsabers in the darkness, which were particularly conspicuous. The ghost wizard's eyes were cold and ruthless: "Destroy"
Immediately, a dazzling and hot light burst out, lifting all the black demonic energy in the corridor. A huge and earth-shaking light force jumped out from the ghost wizard's body and merged with the demon angel behind him.
The demon envoy held this power in his hand and slowly grasped the red main sword. It moved without any wind, making the ghost wizard's clothes rustle. The ghost wizard's eyes were cold. He looked around at the Qingling Emperor who was neither human nor demon, and felt disgusted. .
Twelve small lightsabers soared into the sky, and the dozens of meters thick soil on the corridor were all lifted up and shattered into powder. In the blink of an eye, the entire Evil God's Cave ceased to exist. As far as the eye could see, there was only a huge deep pit and a winding road. In the winding passage and deep pit, a huge black heart stood motionless and intact.
Not far away, there is a transparent crystal coffin with many broken ice cubes scattered around it, making it particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.
Twelve small lightsabers were hung high in the air, and a dense formation of twelve lines with different patterns appeared under the lightsabers.
The demon angel slowly waved the incomparable main sword in his hand, and struck down the head of Emperor Qingling, which began to have horns. The twelve small lightsabers passed through the magic circle like a rainbow, turning into sparks falling from the sky, with dazzling light. Like the scorching sun, making it difficult for people to open their eyes and focus, it was so majestic that it quickly attacked the Qingling Emperor.
"Rumble..." There were continuous loud noises, and the void seemed to be torn apart by the sound of swords, creating bursts of sonic booms. The hard ground within a hundred meters radius was immediately hit hard by the sword's power, and instantly collapsed, sand and dust flowed to the west, and twelve sparks followed the main sword of the Demon Lord and hit the Qingling Emperor mercilessly.
Qingling Emperor gritted his teeth and took the main sword of the Demon Envoy with both hands. The evil spirit blood provided him with a steady stream of power. The demonic energy around him made a terrifying and eerie roar.
The two incompatible forces of water and fire pulled each other, and no one was convinced by the other. The first twelve sparks came, like beating notes, beating rhythmically on the Qingling Emperor, breaking the balance.
Qingling Emperor was covered in scars, and some fragile parts were penetrated by sparks one after another, forming a fleshy hole. Black blood splashed along the west part of the hole. He was half-kneeling on the ground in a miserable state, gasping for air, and his eyes were dark. A look that doesn't want to be outdone.
The ghost wizard was startled at first, and then looked at the scarred Qingling Emperor in front of him indifferently. It was unexpected that he could still survive despite the thirteen lightsabers of the demon angel. He couldn't help but marvel in his heart that the evil spirit blood gave him such a powerful body.
Emperor Qingling roared loudly, his mouth slightly raised to reveal a strange smile, half-smile but not a smile, and he stared at the ghost wizard coldly.
Citron of the Sea
A paper crane flew quickly towards the fairy tree where the elf saint Xueyou was.
The paper crane seemed to have spirituality and automatically fell into the palm of the elf saint Xueyou. Xueyou opened the note and saw that according to the spies, the Qingling Emperor drank the blood of the evil god and was going on a rampage to fight the ghost wizard. The scene was extremely chaotic.
Xue You turned around with a troubled expression on her face. She didn't know how to tell Princess Qing Pheasant for a moment, so she could only put the note into Princess Qing Pheasant's hand.
Princess Qingzhi was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses. She read the note carefully and said in a panic: "Father..."
Mei Ji also learned the news in advance. The breeze blew on her face, her pink skirt danced gracefully, and she stood proudly and charmingly on top of the castle, holding a wine glass and looking at the green trees in the west, under the blue sky. Looking at the mountains, Panjian said coldly: "The fish has taken the bait, it's time to end this farce."
Mei Ji had no expression on her face, lightly tapping the ground with her pink high heels. The silver magic circle flashed past. Behind her, a pair of crystal clear ice wings spread out gorgeously. She jumped up and flew towards the Evil God's Cave.
When Princess Qingzhi saw the message on the letter, her face turned pale, and her heart suddenly became cold. Her whole body trembled slightly, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground. Xue You, with sharp eyes and quick hands, reached out to help up Princess Qing Pheasant who was about to fall. Her eyes were as gentle as water, and she was very worried about Princess Qing Pheasant's condition.
Princess Qingzhi couldn't believe her father: "Why did you drink the blood of the evil god? Didn't he know that he had to pay the price with his life? It's too reckless. I even found the spirit clan's sacred object, the soul-catching stick, but why didn't he wait for me?" , just for a moment.”
The choking voice became heavier and heavier, like a muffled thunder in the sky, and he couldn't help but burst out the emotions in his heart. The uncontrollable emotions were like water bursting from a dam, gushing out thousands of miles, and then a more violent storm hit her fragile heart, and she cried.
Xueyou lamented, unable to bear it, and used her delicate body to barely support Princess Qingzhi's crumbling body, letting her tears freely vent.
After a while, Princess Qingzhi regained her composure, held her head high, pretended to be calm, and stared at the unconscious Zhang Xiaofan reluctantly. She was graceful and walked over. At this time, Zhang Xiaofan's face was rosy. After the past few days of careful nursing, his body was recovering well and his wounds were healed.
Suddenly, Princess Qing Pheasant bent down and lowered her head, close to Zhang Xiaofan's face. Even his breathing could be heard clearly. He seemed to be still unconscious in his sleep. .
She stretched out her fair little hand to touch Zhang Xiaofan's simple cheek. This was the first time Princess Qing Pheasant took a close look at Zhang Xiaofan. It turned out that he looked so handsome and mature. She sighed: "It would be great if I were Baguio. I could accompany you with this song." You are here." The voice was sad, showing helplessness and reluctance.
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