Versatile Mage

“What now??” Su Xiaolo asked softly.

Having arrived here so easily, who knew that Fang Gu had become like this, he had no heart to stop this havoc, or that from the beginning this guy was an unforgiving man, his heart was so filthy!

“Blood, more blood.” The orbits of Fang Valley suddenly became empty. It felt like a pupil had been dug out, and a ghost could be drilled at any moment!

He stood up, seemed a little stiff and dull, but he smelled manic blood all over his body, his mouth completely open to eat several of them alive.

“He's starting to turn into a corpse!” Liuzula retreated quickly.

At first, Fang Valley had a little bit of a vibe, and from what he said, he also had a little memory, but it would make him smell like a rotten corpse.

This is not a living person at all, but a monster that has been here for many years, corrupted and spoiled, even the soul has been entwined to death into a grim ghost of greed!

Fang Valley is dead, even the soul has been replaced, all that is left is an empty shell that is no different from the body outside!!

The square valley in the robe jumped up, his hands turned into green hairy claws, the first target was Su Xiaoluo.

Blood, need more blood. If this ancient king is to truly recover, he needs more blood from his descendants to sacrifice. It is the blood of the ancient king's Orthodox descendants that is flowing on Su Xiaoluo...

“He should not have gained the true power of the ancient king to kill him!” Liu Ru said.

Fang Gu's breath is evil, but not as powerful as he thought. He may not be the body and soul that the ancient king really wanted, so he becomes a corpse and a puppet and an empty shell like now!

The living man turned into a corpse. This was a rather horrible evil trick. Liu Ru saw Fanggu rush towards Su Xiaoluo and then grabbed him and threw him down heavily on the ground.

Fantasised into claws, Liu Ru had no mercy on his men and stabbed his sharp claw of blood into the heart of the valley.

Originally Liu Ru thought that the robe would have a strong defensive capability. It was difficult for her to cause damage to the other valley, but her paws easily penetrated through the armour of the robe, touching the meat that had clearly rotted in Fang Valley, and easily penetrated his heart.

The heart inside was no longer beating, more black blood spilled out, Liu Ru hurriedly retrieved his retrieval and looked at Fang Gu with amazement.

It's hard to hit!

This Square Valley is no match for a hit!

The strength and defense of his corpse was no more than that of a servant-grade rotter. He looked down at the square valley, which had begun to twitch, and saw his face twisted and ugly. Liu Ru suddenly thought he was a little pathetic.

Inherited the magic of the ancient king and controlled the kingdom of the dead?

He had no idea that his life had long been smoked by this robe with only one shell left, not even his soul.

He is just a sacrifice of the real resurrection of the ancient kings, one of them for over 2,000 years.

The black blood spilled in the valley, the body gradually detached from the robe, and the fallen Hercules was a dry leather bag, even the hair turned into dead grass.

And that black robe, after ingesting all the life energy in the Valley, drifted back to the Blood Throne like a ghost.

Ming's robe is hollow, but can sit on it like a living person. Under the cap is like a pair of deep red ghost glamour eyes, staring at each of them here, through the body to see the deep soul, everything inside is easily perceived.

“This dress cannot be worn.” Liu Ru took a breath.

It turns out that the dreadful thing is not the square valley in this armor, but this armor is evil!!

“Buzz ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

The whole altar suddenly swayed violently when the three of them didn't know what to do.

Black space twists, spirals, bends, unknown faults, and a wind of pristine space slowly falls from the top of the heads of the three.

Zhang Xiaohou raised his head, but found a black cloud of madmen gradually appeared on the top of his black head. A loud head danced like the wind, making a sharp and painful roar.

“The altar is spinning… is Sha Yuan going on his next space drift??” Liu Ru said.

Counting the time, dawn has arrived, that was the last time Sha Yuan space drifted, if the ancient king is to be resurrected, then his ideal place must be the inner city, since he is to become the supreme ruler of the kingdom of the dead, then surely he will not show up alive in his kingdom!

“Blood, just now Fanggu said that more blood is needed. Is it possible that the resurrection of the ancient king needs a vast pool of blood, that is, to sacrifice those in the inner city??” Su Xiaoluo suddenly rang something and hurried to say it.

Millions of people, once they fall into Sha Yuan, it is more than a blood pool, it is completely a sea of blood, then all living people are sacrifices!!

The Black Holy See must have learned all about it in some way so that it could control Sha Yuan for whatever it wanted.

Rather than celebrate a death festival for themselves, they are all here to revive this dead ancestor who has been dead for over 2,000 years!!

The altar swayed violently and they were already a little unsteady.

“What do we do, we have time!” Liu Ru's mind is blank at this moment.

Zhang Xiaohou climbed up and stared at the strange armor...

His lips had been bitten, Zhang Xiaohou climbed up from the swinging ground and swept the wind rail toward the robe that swung over the throne.

“No, don't do this. You'll be the next valley.” Su Xiaoluo knew what Zhang Xiaohou wanted to do and hurried to wake up.

“I can't care less!” Zhang Xiaohou couldn't think about it. The space was already changing. There was not a second to think about it.

……

Before rushing to the robe, Zhang Xiaohou immediately felt endless magic urging himself to wear it, as if wearing this robe would solve any disaster!

Looking back at Su Xiaolo, as if to remember her, the next second Xiaohou had already hit the robe.

The robe has the power of suction, and once someone hits it, the robe breaks itself down and quickly attaches itself to the person.

Zhang Xiaohou regretted making this choice because he felt like a demon with a big mouth open, waiting for someone like himself to come in...

Regret was useless. Zhang Xiaohou closed his eyes. He just hoped that before he really became as dry as Fang Gu, he could really make the army of the dead, even if it was just an idea.

However, just as those evil robes were wrapping Zhang Xiaohou's body, a powerful hand grabbed him and threw him out of the bloody throne!

Zhang Xiaohou was thrown out directly, and when he flipped in the middle of the air, he saw a strong back!

This shadow is so familiar that he would have joined the military magician. It was this man who could fight the Winged Wolf alone that brought a huge impact to his heart...

“Chief instructor! ”

Zhang Xiaohou fell to the ground, but his eyes suddenly wet and he screamed as hard as he could!!