Versatile Mage

Sha Yuan

The White Tomb Palace, covered with ghosts, is like a black, stirring cloud, again like a giant gray hurricane tray tucked over the palace.

Falling from the heights are bloody rainwater, and countless remains of dead spirits. Weirdly, those wreckages are obviously broken to pieces. After mixing up the flowing blood water, they actually come together on their own, like a pile of clay, by a group of children who don't know the art, many of them limbs, sternum inside, heart, spleen and stomach set outside.

These strange dead spirits are not the army of the Hoof, but the men of the ancient Dudu Corpse King, who constantly merged the mutilated dead spirits into this "big chop” corpse, barely resisting the hard silver band of mummies.

Skeleton armies pile up into mountains, like a skeleton, and put them on the white tomb palace to prevent the monsters of the cow's head from destroying this precious palace, and one of the cow's head monsters, cast from gold all over his body, has walked down the long white staircase of the tomb.

Its golden body slammed hard against the staircase, and the white staircase cracked a long mark that spread all the way to the middle position.

“Psst!!!!!!!!!!! ”

Copper cow heads, silver cow heads, golden cow heads, for a moment these cow heads became the main force in the defeat of the Tomb Palace Dead Spirit Guard, shocking the depleted earth beneath the Tomb Palace constantly shaking and shaking.

“Fire God - Nifeng! ”

A blast of fire stood on the long steps of the White Tomb Palace

The flame rose high above him, almost casting a red flame peak.

And at the top of that mountain, a pair of flaming wings appeared, stunning and shocked, as if the sleeping and extinct phoenix of the mythical Mount Phoenix had been awakened, with infinite anger staring the spirit of the underneath!

As the fire of God descended, the blood rain in the sky was completely evaporated into red gas, and the sky was red as blood. The blades of fire in the sky crossed like a thunderstorm, causing a series of astonishing tears.

At the top of the mountain, the phoenix suddenly dived down, bringing an unprecedented fire of annihilation with its own body.

Though the Fire God Phoenix Wing Exhibition is only 50 meters long, but as it swept past the staircase, the flaming red wings reached two kilometers. When it approached the slope occupied by the First Regiment of Bulls under the staircase, it took a sweeping force to wipe out the heads of copper and silver cows!!

One kilometer in the direction of the two wings of the fire god Phoenix, this exaggerated and horrible fire line is precisely where the phoenix has passed, even without the immediate burning of grey bovine head monsters, there is still a sea of fire pool in the area swept by the phoenix, no one can die, but suffer some more pain than those momentarily disappeared, in the end, few can escape such a hegemonic and powerful fire god!

Only the golden cowman's head stood under the stairs, his whole golden metal skin was also slightly deformed. His rough face was filled with anger, and he could feel a terrible dark wind gushing wildly. The target was the man with the divine fire!!

“Huh!!!!!!! ”

The Golden Bull roared, his eyes staring dead at Movan.

This gaze has strange spiritual magic, and when Movan's eyes are in contact with it, an unnamed gust rises from his chest, as if he would never do anything else without separating himself from this Golden Bull head monster.

Provocative gaze?

Movan realized that this was the magic of the head of the Golden Bull and immediately released his dragon sensation!

When the dragon sensation came out, Movan was surrounded by a dark substance, which swelled as the red flame slowly faded, expanding into a black dragon's figure.

Dragons' favorite foods include cows, and there are all kinds of cow monsters in the West. Their flesh is delicious and delicious. The vast majority of cows have an innate fear of dragons in their bones, just like chickens fear a swirling eagle!

Sure enough, the head monster of the golden bull who was so arrogant and provocative just now trembled all over his body, risking some cow knees directly on his knees on the ground...

On this occasion, the Tomb King flew out, and the bronze gun in his hand locked the neck of the Golden Bull head monster. It was a sweep, raw sweeping the head of this Golden Bull head monster off the neck position, the gold slag was all over the ground, the gold head was heavy, smashed on the white ladder, the ladder actually broke several levels.

Unlike the shape of the vast body of the Mountain Mountain Body, the Dead King is a perfectly intact human form, even wearing an ancient martial arts robe, holding a bronze gun that does not know how many dead spirits have been slaughtered, but with a white bone, sharp and muddy head.

In Movan's view, the corpse king is more like a living and dead man, flexible, powerful and intelligent.

Before this, Movan had never seen the Dead King. The Dead King glanced back at Movan. He should have already known about Movan from the Nine Phantoms and other dead kings. After killing the troubled Golden Bull head monster, he turned back and looked solemnly respectful...

For the first time, Morvan saw such a polite corpse. He didn't know how to return the favor for a while and had to scratch his head embarrassingly.

“Ugh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~” Suddenly, the voice of a wicked woman came from near the cliff next to her.

How did Movan feel this person's voice was familiar? When he looked over there, he discovered that a hawk witch flew up from under the cliff and swept away at himself.

The witch's face, Movan, was sure she hadn't seen it, but she had an eye covered in black.

She grinned her teeth and was horrible. When she saw Movan, she wanted to meet his enemies for generations. The grey feathernails came down like rain. There was no place to hide.

Several iron corpses stood up at this time, blocking these nail feathers for Movan, but unfortunately, they were dragged into the air by the hawk witch, instantly torn to pieces by the vengeful hawk witch!!

Movan felt a little sorry for the old irons, but when he thought they were not thinking themselves, there was not much psychological burden.

But this hawk witch, have you seen her yourself?

“My eyes, my eyes, return my eyes!!! ”

The hawk witch's voice was sharp, forming waves of sound sweeping down the ground.