Versatile Mage

“Boom ~ ~ ~ ~ ~! ”

There was yet another loud noise, and the two black priests were not spared and died without a corpse.

Willow, who is struggling with several other cursed animal demons, is full of surprise.

Obviously, this dark red steel skeleton is the spirit of Fang Valley, but if he had sent this skeleton to kill Hua Cun before, none of them would have survived. The power of this dark red skeleton is too strong, and the cursed animal demon of the warlord can only be solved by a few more hammers!

Without the clamping of the two cursed animal demons, Liu Ru's side became much easier, and the dark red skull looked completely unintended. After taking that heavy step, he rushed over and continued to slaughter the black animal demons and cursed animal demons...

……

“Xue ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" Xiao Yan Ji Qingling's voice rang in Movan's ear, she was telling Movan's father that the new missile had been loaded and was waiting for reflection!

The corner of Movan's mouth drew a grim smile and his eyes looked at the woman deacon, who was struggling with defensive magic.

Advanced Magician?

I've never seen a superior magician weaker than her!

What's the use of more defense? As long as it's not high-end defensive magic, Xiao Yanxi's meteor fist can wipe her out!

When the female deacon saw another brown flame on Movan, her entire face was twisted together.

She barely stood up to the fourth level, but if Movan had started with a meteor that was comparable to high-end magic, she would have lost a few lives.

Brown and red, once the two kinds of flames are intertwined, there is Xiao Yanqi's Meteorological Fist + Grade 4 Fist, which is a super firefight that can bomb the corpses of the meat mound!

“Stop... Stop!! ”

Just as Movan was murderous, a slightly weak voice came out.

“I told you to stop, or your friend would die!” The voice seemed resolute, holding on to a knife-like stabbing device in his hand.

The dagger rests on Zhang Xiaohou's neck, sharp enough to cut open Xiaohou's skin.

Zhang Xiaohou still had that stubborn look on his face, even if the blade of favor was around his neck, he didn't seem to have much reaction.

Movan frowned and looked at the man with cold eyes.

“Hung Jun, what are you doing!!” Su Xiaolo scolded furiously.

Xie Sang, the village chief, was also confused. He suddenly looked at Hung Jun, who had attacked Zhang Xiaohou, and said hastily: “Hung Jun, the Black Holy See is not a good man either. What are you doing?? ”

“Mayor, don't you understand?” But Movan saw it at first sight, and his face was filled with laughter.

“Hahahaha, well done, well done, I didn't think you, the little Grey Clothes, were really useful at a critical time. Good, I'll carry you with me when I get back. You're much smarter than these dead priests!” The female deacon suddenly laughed.

“Hung Jun, how can you, we are all people in a village in danger, to follow the ancestral teachings...” Su Xiaoluo also stayed, how could she not think that Hung Jun was actually from the Black Holy See.

However, Hung Junming, like everyone else, has been in a dangerous village. How can he possibly have contact with the Black Holy See?

“Humph, don't give me any ancestral training, it's a bunch of things that live in the original tribe, like you idiots who talk about ancestral training all the time, how do you know the beauty of the outside world? But because of your antiques, I was born in a shitty place like yours, and I couldn't even lift my head in front of one of my classmates!” Hung Jun growled.

“Three years... you've only left the village for three years, how can you be like this in three years? ”

“In the second month of leaving the village in danger, I don't want to go back in my life. If it weren't for the orders of the superiors, you really think I would go back to the village. What's in the village, besides the ancestral training, is a bunch of stupid things that do cheap agricultural work, all my life, and because of the ridiculous what well water gods don't allow to leave the village? It's all bullshit!” Hung Jun spit out all his long-standing resentment of the village. He looked like a ghost.

“Then... then there is no need for you to join the Black Holy See. I will not hesitate to be punished by my ancestors, regardless of the people who drive Yangyang Village, to steal some water from Kunjing every month, not just to make you walk smoother on the magician's road, to make you stronger than those who laugh at you...” said Village Chief Xie Sang-man in despair.

“Too slow, this Kunjing water worked too slowly on the cultivation, the Black Holy See gave it to me, you old man can't imagine!” Hong Jun said.

“Don't worry, when you become a black priest, you can get whatever you want, money, women, status, respect, whoever laughs at the antiques you crawl out of the earth, you can turn him into a black beast demon and become your slave!” The butler smiled.

The two kinds of flames on Mofan's body did not go out. He did not expect that there were party feathers of the Black Holy See in the endangered village. After all, people in the endangered village were isolated from the world. It was difficult for the Black Holy See people to lurk in. Even if they lurked in, it would be of no use to them. However, it was not expected that Hung Joon, who had been out for three years to practise magic, had been corrupted.

Or he was unwilling from the outset, a slave of desire from the outset, and the Black Holy See gave him exactly what he deserved.

“Is it because of your greed that you can afford to die villagers!” Su Xiaolo asked angrily.

“A group of people who live like slave farmers, how much it has to do with death, how great and holy the ancestral training is all day long, but it is a joke in the eyes of outsiders!!” Hong Jun said.

Shasan can't say a word anymore. He disobeyed his ancestors and killed the villagers, just to satisfy his son's desire to become a respectable magician. Who knew it would turn out like this...

Thinking of the villagers killed by the search for vengeance in Fang Valley, thinking of this son, who was already a complete stranger to himself, the village chief Xie Sang was completely flattened, the whole person sat on the ground and had no soul.

“Mayor.” At this time, Zhang Xiaohou's voice came.

Mayor Xie Sang raised his head blankly and did not understand why this fool called himself.

“Seriously, I always thought you were the Black Holy See.” Zhang Xiaohou had some divine colors in his eyes and said in a plain tone.

The village chief stunned for a moment and didn't really understand what Zhang Xiaohou meant.

But I don't know why, he feels that this idiot doesn't sound so dumb...

“Brother Fan, I'm sorry to bother you so much again.” Zhang Xiaohou no longer cared about Xie San, but looked at Movan with a smile on his face.

Movan will smile.

His constantly undisturbed flames of robbery and maze burst into flames, burning bright red around him.

Goddamn it or die, does this deacon really think she can get away with using this little traitor??