I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

The six bronze coffins trembled violently in the air, and the people in the coffin had apparently mobilized the largest Mana, the void was collapsing, and the wind flowing between the cracks.

The entire sky seemed to become a big face covered with scars at this moment, and the terrifying huge mouth opened wide in the middle.

At this moment, everyone heard a heartbeat, like a cowhide drum, beating between heaven and earth.

Even people's hearts quivered, and those with insufficient cultivation hurriedly increased their blood flow rate. It was difficult for them to control themselves, their minds swelled, and they were unable to control themselves.

"She woke up."

Pope Gregory's voice was low and he looked at the sky with firm eyes.

Zhang Xuansheng was naturally unaffected, but he found that even Joan's face was not very good, and he knew how strong the magic power of that heartbeat was.

The six bronze coffins in the sky no longer sway. If this indecent situation is seen by the adult, there is no need for them to find a way to break free.

At this time, I don't know if it is an illusion. Many people feel that they have opened a pair of eyes between the world and the earth, looking at everyone, as if they have been seen through.

At the same time, that pitch black, dark red, heavy and depressing magic power flowed out of the big mouth.

Like sticky demon blood, falling from the sky, it will be spilled on the earth, turning this holy place into an abyssal purgatory.

Joan's gaze was full of disbelief. Although her practice time was not comparable to those of older people, her talent was obviously excellent and she was naturally an insider.

How high is the quality of a person's magic power, and how strong is it to create such a world-like scene when it escapes?

Is this really the power that the fourteenth step can have?

Or is it that the ancestor of the Demon Dao has already crossed that line and achieved the fifteenth order unprecedented?

Zhang Xuansheng also frowned slightly. Although he had never seen a real fairy king, he still asked Doudou to help him watch the video in Jiuxiao OL. He also saw the fairy king's shot in the copy of "Sura Dragon King War God" before.

The OL of Jiuxiao is equivalent to a semi-real world, and the level of strength and Tao Ze perception are consistent with the real world.

In his view now, this so-called ancestor of the Demon Path, even if it is not the strength of the Immortal King, is definitely not an ordinary Immortal Venerable level that can be measured, probably a half-step Immortal King?

He turned his gaze to the Pope, feeling that the old grandfather's words were a bit untrue, really just let me be a shield to protect your Holy Guard?

How do I feel that you can't handle the other party by yourself!

In the air, the sticky and strange magic power fell like magma on the defensive circle constructed by all the mages before, and the circle seemed to have been suppressed by heavy objects, making a squeaking sound, which seemed unbearable.

"Da——Da——Da——"

The sound of footsteps sounded between heaven and earth, not hurriedly or slowly, but as if stepping on everyone's heart.

A huge black mouth in the air walked out of a woman wearing a black and purple close-fitting robe.

The woman looks very young, a typical Western beauty, with long black hair, which adds a touch of grace to her. A close-fitting robe outlines her figure vividly and full of temptation, but her temperament looks a little bit It's so cold that people dare not look directly.

Of course Zhang Xuansheng was not in this list. He looked at this Mebis with interest, saying that he was an old witch, and it was well maintained.

Mebis lifted his hand lightly and waved it slowly, as if he had wiped something off the drawing board.

Then the six bronze coffins were opened, and six figures emerged from it, knelt down on one knee, all bowed their eyebrows, and waited for instructions.

"Boy, who are you now?"

Mebis said lightly, looking at the old pope condescendingly, as if she was the queen of the kingdom of God, and Gregory was just a sinner waiting for trial.

Zhang Xuansheng didn't understand too much, so he had to rely on Joan's voice translator to figure it out.

"Gregory Leo, I didn't expect you to be as young as the legend."

The pope was not angry either, and sighed after introducing himself.

He now somewhat understands why this ancestor of the Demon Dao did this. No beautiful woman wants her face to grow old, let alone the peerless demon flower of the other party.

She desires strength, longevity, and beauty. For her, she is above everything else, and all creatures can sacrifice for her.

Although Gregory has lived for a thousand years, he is far from living enough, but this is the end, he died peacefully, and is remembered by posterity on the inscriptions, engraved in the group of pope statues in the Holy Land, no. Is it good?

He believes that a person's life should not be measured by length. The monks in the East often retreat for hundreds of years, and how much life can they really enjoy.

Those who have lived for tens of thousands of years may not have a better life than him.

The same is true for Mebis in front of him. He knows that the first spirit of the soul mound almost never wakes up, and it relies on other people to collect life force for it.

What's the point of staying asleep even after living for millions of years?

In the air, Mebis' mental power swept across the entire square, as if examining his own army, not caring about the gazes of the Holy Guard soldiers.

Only when she saw Zhang Xuansheng, her eyes stayed a little longer. She had heard that the Ninth Spirit was killed by a young man from the East, but she didn't care much before.

The ninth spirit is just a tool for collecting life force, she can promote and train at any time, and she doesn't care about that Eastern man.

Because at this stage of her, the world's incomplete will, it is already difficult to punish her, even if the other party is blessed by the world's will, it is true that he does not kill him.

But she didn't expect that this man from the East would be so handsome!

Don't kill, then bring back the soul tomb for good adjustment and teaching.

Zhang Xuansheng couldn't help feeling a bit of cold in his heart, looked at Mebis in the sky, and said to his heart that this old witch would not think anything wrong about herself.

"Is this your helper?"

Mebis smiled, a little disdainful, she was not born in these years, just waiting for that world to come again, not wanting to wake up and waste more life.

But seeing that the time is approaching, what if she was born and killed the Holy See?

The pope didn't answer, but spread the voice like Zhang Xuansheng: "Little friend Xuansheng, you will fly up with me when the war begins. The Magician Legion needs to protect the holy city. We have a lot less power and may need your help in advance. "

Although Zhang Xuansheng was a little bit slanderous in his heart, he nodded in agreement, feeling that he was on the thief ship, and said he had to clean up the mess himself in the end.

He wondered if he could not deal with Mebis today, would it be a matter of fooling a few thugs from the upper world.