After Becoming The Tyrant

The sword in the White Robe Angel Hand is cast in silver, and the middle is a long gold wire. The holy slamming distribution of the holy slamming is above the sword when it is dense. When the sword was awakened by the white robe monks, the holy rigs broke out, and the air as if there was an old holy song to be a whole sing poetry, solemn, the holy, the whole is full of space, and it is expelled all. Divoritation.

As a sacred bless, this is not the first time to deal with dark creatures, but this is definitely the most dangerous.

When he didn't look at him in the shadow behind the king, he felt a long-awaited chill - since he resonated with angels, he had little to feel like this.

Don't move someone's treasures ...

When the devil whispered to this sentence, the white robe monk felt the endless vagada of four sides. What kind of existence is only a malicious, let him feel that pressure is multiplied?

I can't say that when I first mention the ancient devil, I always don't have the most serious description. They are all the disaster in the world - dance with them, only falling!

White robe monks no longer hesitate, after he holds the silver sword, he will gradually add, and the long sword will not enter the desktop. Lightning-like silver is flipped, go to the king - he looks out and he can briefly integrate the angel, the devil in front of you can stay in the world because he is a contract with the king. As long as the king of the contract is, the devil will be expelled back to Yan.

The devil gacred his king across the chair, and he took out the long distance from the king.

Lightned silver light stopped in front of the king, and the devil's dark pupil was printed with silver light trajectory, and dismissed it in half an air.

"Expel!"

Without emotional sound echoed in the account, here has become a battlefield.

The map made a lot of tags floated in half, it did not be burned by the fire. On the paper, all the swords of the marked swords showed a dark red of the fire. At this time, the crossed knife sword flew up from the map, and slammed the White Robbery, whited to the other side of the long table. When the sword came from himself, the white robe monks heard the crying of faintness.

That is countless crying together.

The man's woman, the child's child ... Just like all people who die for innocent dismissions, they put so many unsolic anger in the voice. At that moment, the white robe monks launched a battlefield that followed by the battlefield, the squad, the white bones, the king's words were still in the ear - that is their sin, they are bringing killing to those devout believers .

Shakes only in a short moment, the flame of the white robe monks jumped silently, he quickly woke up.

At that moment, he held a silver sword, it was in the chest while retreating.

A collision of a teeth of teeth is stirring.

White and silver long sword in the hand of the white robe collides with the long bone sword in the hands of the devil.

When the monk monk was swayed by the swords of the world, the devil took the gods. At the same time, the holy fire in the ground was swallowed toward the king, but they were blocked - a group of black slender butterflies hovered on the side of the king, when the butterfly flew, the composition made a difficult gate barrier, they Continuously burned by the holy fire, but there is a new black butterfly flies out from the bones wearing the king.

As if it is a grand performance of a gorgeous light and shadow.

The whole account became a stage, the devil collided with the sword in the hands of the monks, and some Mars were brought out. In the holy fire, countless black butterflies dance, the world's brightness and darkness are sitting together, sitting in the dark middle world.

White robe monks went back, and the robes on his body were smashed in a strong airflow, just like a wing.

It is also true that a pair of people who have a deceived wings have emerged behind the white robe monks - Angel's shadow once again appeared on the white robe monks, and his face is difficult to gender, his pupil It is getting more and more clear, the mirror is clearly reflected in the entire world's reflection.

The sword in the white robe monk melted down, and turned into his body into his body.

The Holy Spirit recovered in his body.

At the moment, the king that was originally in the Wo was raised his hand, and the bones on his fingers became hot at this moment. The thick black fog turned out in an instant, and those array on the ground disappeared clean, only the black burning fires were ignited. The door of a hell is slowly rising, and the whirl in the door of the hell is slowly turned.

- The ground is only a camouflage!

The king and the devil really need to do it, transfer the battlefield to hell!

Only in hell can you let an angel are officially fallen, and you will never recover back to God.

White robe monks are in the special time of the angel awake, he realized this, but it has not been powerful. If the black fire is turning, the devil turned in half air, and the long bone sword was forced to retreat. At that moment he retreat, the black fire swallowed him, and the swirl broke down dark light. Between turning between, there is no place to empty, and there is no left in the account.

The king, the devil and the white robe monks disappeared in the account.

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hell.

The devil is in a sleeping king, and the first time he took the king into hell in the way. This king is directly entering hell, although there is a protection of the right handle of the king, the difference between the mortal and hell plus the pressure of the door of hell, or let the king fall into sleep.

If the king wakes up, it will find that hell's days is more deep than him.

The sulfur rain of the large piece of sulfur is dripped from the sky, and a horrible thing is brewed in the bloody sky. The speed of the death on the ground is more accelerated than before, and the long-in-life, the long winds began to scrape the cold.

At this time, there is a lot of ginger in hell.

White robe monks have been completely incapacitated for angels.

The snow-white wings are unfolded in the air, and the sulfur rins dripped from the sky will disappear from the instant to the angel. The angel opened his eyes, and He was coming with the devil.

The devil blows a whistle.

The long-awaited dreams rushed from the nearest sulfur lake, and quickly rushed to the devil. The four hoes on the carriage collide with the teeth. The devil will fall into the carriage, and a crow is flying away from the bus and falls on the carriage.

The angel looks at the devil in high, there is no action.

"It's really happy."

The devil lips rose, revealing a mask-like smile, his longjan's long sword in his hand did not know when it had disappeared, and it was replaced by a white bone foot. He holds the top of the scepter, sharp stereotypes, with a flat land, wind rolls, his black dress.

"The first drop of blood is an acquaintance."

St. Wal.

On the night before a thousand years, St. Wal is run through the chest by the white bone rod, nailed to the earth, His blood stains red Silver Sankn Emblem. Today, today, the first angel who was pulled down from the hell was summoned to the god of the country to get a referee, becoming the angel of St. Wal.

Look, sometimes the fate is so touched.

Angel looks at the smiling devil.

He exhibited his wings and gently fanned.

Next, He directly fludted to the devil.

The devil is pleased to welcome the white bone sink to welcome his clothes, and his tail has a touch of foggy. One of the millennials seems to be re-appeared, but this killing will become more complete, more ... do not die.

The black butterfly is hovering from the devil's side, and it is covered with dark clouds in the sky, and the angel in the clouds is surrounded by sharp sorrows.

A whole hell seems to be cheering.

A whole hell seems to be expected.

Looking forward to the blood drops of the Holy Spirit.

The cloud group formed by the black butterfly is being dancing, such as the draft dance, in the first level of the dragon, is the power of the devil who decides to die.

"It's you……"

Angel finally said in the first sentence, and there is a brilliance that belongs to people in His pupils. It is memories. Through the millennium light, the memory of Saint War in the pure white is in recovery.

"This is destroyed ..."

If an angel, I can't say it complete, the torrent of the black butterfly is whistling to sweep Him. He had to close the wings, and the white wings were blown out, and the dark clouds were shredded. At the moment of the butterfly group, the devil gripped the white bone sink lightning, his ends were raised by the rapid airflow, as if there was light tour of lightning on his clothes. .

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The devil's face with a mask smile, the scepter is a sword in his hand, and a distorted arc is cleared in the air.

"Time is not."

The angel's words were interrupted, the first round of the two sides broke out in an instant, and the wind rolled up in the air, and the sulfur rins that were continuously dropped from the sky were rolled out in this storm. Angel pulled out His fire sword, armor quickly wrapped the whole body, the stepping of the devil in the hands of the armor was in engraved on the armor of the ancient texture, issued a harsh sound.

Angel sword.

Trial. "

He said.