Versatile Mage

Ten kilometers north of Zhenbeiguan, the thousands of underworld fibers started running around scared, they were a group of slaves themselves, they had no will power at all, as long as they felt stronger than them, they would turn into a group of rats.

The giant eyes of the Pluto Frog burst out, and the demon on his back burned it to bitterness. Even if all the Underworld symbols were called out to print, and he died defending his thick body, the back of the Pluto Frog was still burned out of a huge cave, and it started to jump, trying to get out of this terrible flame.

Neha, that flame is on its back. The Pluto Frog can't shake it off. It can only suffer so much that it can roll around. I don't know how many innocent underworld creatures it has crushed...

“Hahahahahaha, what a surprise, two traitors appeared in my feast, and they all came together.” Cardinal Cold looked at Movan and laughed like a lunatic. I didn't know if it was laughing at his failure or laughing at Movan's own death!

Unas' death prevented the Cardinal Cold Lord from finding a point of exasperation. He released his outrageous resentment to those who guarded the town, and more importantly, the entire people of Kitahara died under the trample of the underworld army...

“My lord, I won't let you bother with such a role. Leave it to me.” The Orange Ghost knew this was the time to give a warm look to the blue deacons who stood behind Movan.

Those big blue coats are a few steps away from Movan, unwilling.

To be honest, they were really scared that Cold Lord would kill all of them in anger. He would do something like this in the character of Cold Lord. Who knew there was another traitor in there, didn't that happen to exasperate Cold Lord and just give them a few opportunities to perform!

Cold Lord stared at Movan without answering the praise of the Orange Ghost and those big blue coats.

The Orange Ghost jumped from the head of the Pluto Frog, and the Pluto Frog's indiscriminate jump up and down did not affect his movement.

The Orange Ghost is obviously a poison magician, he also trained the power of poison on himself. As he approached Movan, this guy's body began to produce a nauseous poison change, and a muscle-like thing grew up like a poison tumor, making him look like a poison beast all over!

Orange ghosts on the ground, as if they had learned the way some monsters attacked, they were fast as a lightning bolt, and a blinking kung fu arrived in front of Movan...

“You think you're brave enough to lurk to us and stop us, even if you can't... but you have no idea that dying here is the most benevolent punishment!” The Orange Ghost is a big man, and his voice is hard to hear.

Movan stood there, he was not concerned about this orange ghost at all. He saw the group of face books. The ghosts of pain were flying back from the walls of the city. Thus, the Cardinal Cold Lord had perceived the danger he was facing...

It can be seen that those bitter grievances are the killers of Cold Lord, the source of his mighty power.

Ling Ling was actually wrong when analyzing the Cardinal Cold Lord. This guy is by no means of his own weak, super intelligent type. He is absolutely not weak himself. Especially his body still contains a huge evil energy similar to the power of the devil. This energy is kind of like condensing the accumulation of evil beads, which can create a horrible resentment power of the Red Devil!!

“Unaware of the lift, Lord Orange Ghost will give you another eulogy!!” The great blue mourner wrathfully surrounded Movan with an orange ghost.

Movan's demonic fire has actually swept for almost two kilometers, and the orange ghost, the great blue sorcerer, and several other blue clothes in the most central position can't even be detected...

Indeed, too powerful a force does not exist in front of the ignorant and those whose power is not at all at the same level, unless it is truly manifested!

“I pulled your tongue first!!” The Orange Ghost felt all of Movan's contemptuous insults, yelled and directly launched a poisonous tumor attack.

Toxic tumor muscle madness bred countless teeth, it looked like hundreds of monsters with poisonous fangs at the same time bite towards Movan. After seeing this powerful poisonous illusion attack, the surrounding blue clothes were afraid to hurt themselves and let some distance behind them.

Believing that orange ghosts have a lot of grudges too, they want to take this short-sighted thing to exasperate!!

With his teeth all around him, Movan fell into a cage full of hungry beasts, blocking all areas where he could hide.

“Dead!” The orange ghost's face appeared in his teeth with a grin.

Movan raised his eyes, as if to see a joke of a jumping clown as indifferent, his face was full of scars. With the rise of the demonic bloodline, an exaggerated demonic mark appeared on it. After crossing his ears from his eyes, he drew from his forehead to his chin. A pair of bloody, inky demonic eyes became bright and full of danger under the cover of this wicked demonic mark!

Ideas!

A mind stares, the space around Movan unnamed a flicker!!

“Table!!!!!!! ”

The space was shattered into countless pieces like a huge smash in the mirror, while those ridiculous poison teeth turned blue powder in the eyes of this idea...

The fierce poisonous tooth attack swept in like a shocking wave in the previous second, but the next second the wind was calm and disintegrating nothing left, leaving an orange ghost with a face full of poisonous sores still in front of Movan, full of incredible and frightening!

Orange Ghost, a robust beast filled with poison tumors, also crushed his body. His head lingered empty in front of Movan's eyes and eventually fell like a rotten coconut.

Every dying member of the Black Holy See would wonder, is that the kingdom of death that their cardinal archbishop called really exists?

If they existed, they would now be reborn, such as when a new nobleman came to enjoy eternal life in the kingdom of death, and others would be slaves.

If it does not exist, it will either disappear completely from the world or become an unjust soul, either of which is painful or unhappy.

The moment the orange ghost's head rolled down, he didn't have such doubts in his mind, he just didn't understand why he was so defeated, why he died in the hands of such a blind kid, or was killed by an ideological eye for a second, how weak he was in front of him, he couldn't stand the other party to use a one-and-a-half trick!!!

“Didn't you like your masterpieces? Try them yourself!” Movan glanced coldly at the big blue coats behind him, all of which had become unstable.

Movan walked up to these big blue coats and twisted them like chickens.

Obviously the most straightforward and simple move, these big blue coats had no room for resistance, so Movan threw them directly into the dead ocean.

To ensure that these big blue coats can be torn to pieces and experience the brutality of a true underworld army, Movan also throws them in different directions to ensure that there are enough and powerful underworld creatures there to experience!

A screaming voice soon came along, that kind of painful taste Movan sounded wonderful, no wonder some psychological perverts like this screaming, the more tragic the screaming is the more exciting... Movan is not a psychological pervert, he only cruel to such a cruel person, only a cruel person makes such a scream, he will think it is a pleasure!!

Several large blue coats were torn flesh and blood, including the blue coat called the Lawrence, which was thrown by Movan to Medusa the Scorpion.

Scorpion King Medusa would have been wary of Movan, who knew he'd thrown a high-ranking human magician at him so friendly.

Other underworld creatures did not dare to rob Scorpion Medusa at all. They saw the sorcerer wrapped in Scorpion Medusa's hair. Scorpion Medusa herself did not eat, but the snakes on his head were more than greedy.

They flew out of their bodies, each wanting to taste the first piece of meat that was the freshest. Unfortunately, this piece of meat was still a little too small for them to share. Scorpion King Medusa's hair began to have some expectations. Movan could throw a few more wonderful humans...

The rest of the blue clothes were thrown out by Movan. They obviously don't have the ability to resist the underworld creatures themselves, and those underworld creatures are eating them off the hook, regardless of whether they open the door to them or not.

These blue coats are beautiful images of the creatures of the underworld waiting to witness the ravages of the North Plains, but how do you know that you have come to this end? In that extreme fear, few blue coats will truly bear the dream of the so-called land of death above 10,000 people!

The Cardinal Cold Lord did nothing to Movan's actions.

In his view, all his men were dead and none of Unas had come of importance. Unas' death had given him the idea of killing everyone but himself. Movan did him a favor by doing so, so he was not angry, but smiling, laughing extremely bright and distorted.

“Does it work?” Cardinal Cold Scoffs Movan.

With the arrival of the Hoof Pyramid, the underworld army has begun to trample, the Wall of Magnificence is but a procrastination, and Movan's massacre is nothing more than an outburst of anger, and nothing will change the entire swallowed fate of the North.

If you flee to Flying Imperial City, will the Underworld Army stop their trampling??

“I'll send you to hell one by one.” Once again, Movan repeats the words that have been screamed in his heart countless times!

“Kill me, you too fail miserably, what a tragic Oriental race, lamb livestock die… and more interestingly, you can't even kill me!” Cold screams become loud and sound like a ghost baby screaming, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me!! ”