Versatile Mage

The dark cloud fog is peeled apart, one layer at a time, without knowing how many layers, and you can see an emerald mountain.

But where did the mountains come from in all the magic, so huge and so tall, how many mountains do you need to know to be able to support the terrible height??

At this time, the members of the Prohibition Society cannot help but look back. When the mountain slowly approached the city land and approached this part of the Wongpu River, the people discovered with horror that it was not a mountain at all and that the distinction was a giant head!

This skull comes entirely from heaven, crosses a divine line, arrives in this flourishing world, suddenly and extremely shocked!

Compared to this world of mythology, it is so true that its horns, its dragon beard, its dragon kiss, its eyes, every part of it contains ancient divine power, and all living beings must kneel down and bow to their knees, including mankind.

St. Totten!

It was the ancient god of the last era, sheltering all things, but also the survival faith of mankind.

Although the advent of magic makes people self-reliant, it does not mean that the ancient gods are not powerful!!

Humans replaced ancient gods with magic systems, and how many human beings, how many more wars did it take to end the era of the Totengu gods...

And the reason why God calls it God is that even by himself, he can strike a race, a world devastated!

Green Dragon, the head of the four great Saint Totems!

It comes down to a flourishing city of humankind, a city that looks a little tiny, not to mention humans and sea demons on the ground and in the ocean.

The head of the dragon in the cloud.

This image of ancient myths colliding with modern cities,

Even the members of the curse, who are accustomed to all kinds of light and land departure phenomena, are already stuck as wooden chickens.

This scene was seen by all the turbulent sea demons in the city and the bitterly struggling human magicians in the city. Most importantly, the dark clouds that pervaded the whole demon finally dissipated!

A cloud scattered, a blue wave of magnificent body.

The foggy spot gradually cleared up and remained the vibrant green trunk.

At that moment, people felt the world had turned upside down. They looked up at the earth hanging in the sky, and the ridge of the mountains appeared on the earth...

But those are just the trunks of this ancient Chinese god.

You can see the gaps in the sky and constantly pour hundreds of holes in the sea waters of Desperate Falls into the city. At this time, they all fall on the body of this ancient dragon, but only wash its age loess like a river.

Not long ago, people thought that the falls from the sky hole were finally over, until the dark cloud fog completely dissipated before they realized that such a giant dragon had covered the magic capital, blocking the endless falls of terror...

This body, how vast, how stunning.

Why did you ever think that such a creature could fill the sky, make it look so crowded, even a little small, that it would take dragons to make all kinds of curves on the chest, belly, and tail to fully accommodate it? What would be a horrible scene if it were a complete stretch?

Now the people of the Prohibition Society finally understand why the Impenetrable Demon King and the Ruins of the White Spider Emperor are so close to the existence of God, but this green dragon that surrounds the demons is clearly the creator level, like from the dark depths of the universe, should not have appeared in this small world.

“Look... is there a man standing on that dragon's head??” The members of the trials in Jing 'an District shouted.

Several of them were sent to high places to observe this mysterious creature in the sky.

Just observe such a thing, a sense of blasphemy will rise inside, until they find it even more incredible to see a figure in the head position of the blue dragon.

Feng Li hastily rushed to the heights, his eyes swept over many ruined high buildings, saw the head of the dragon that was heading toward the Devil's Capital, and saw a man standing between the dragon horns.

That man is so small compared to the head of the dragon, otherwise the magician's perception is almost invisible, except that all things are born to crawl beneath the body of this ancient totem god, why can that man stand on the head of God???

And why is it that the more he sees, the more familiar he is!!

……

Towards the south end of Baoshan, on the shelter lookout tower, a bloody woman leaned on the edge of the tower, holding the water vapour that had fallen in the sky with her hands and pouring heavily on her face.

She opened her hair full of dirt and her numb eyes stared out over the beach as she slaughtered.

“Mo... Mo Van?” She saw the man on the corner of the dragon, the one who stood on the dragon.

“You're hallucinating. Hide and rest.” Aytuğtu rushed over and held on to the herdsmen.

“That guy, he really does.” The shepherd pointed to the man on the dragon horn.

“If you're dying, don't worry about him...”

……

In the waters of Pudong, an old man stood among the demons, and his feet were filled with sea demon bones, almost becoming an island of corpses.

The old man's Zhongshan suit has been broken and shattered, confronting him is a shining demon emperor with a silver glow all over his body.

The demon emperor was struck by the dragon's body on the beach, and the old man couldn't help but look back and see the dragon's head and see a man standing on the dragon's head!

“Movan, St. Tutten...”

Song Qiming's tired face revealed a hint of comfort, but his feet were no longer stable.

Older and older, they are constantly regressing.

At its peak, you must be able to behead this demon emperor.

Fortunately, the afterlife is daunting.

“Ling Ling, Grandpa can't stay with you.” Song Qiming slowly backwards.

His back was covered with demonic corpses, white and copper crusts. When Song Qiming fell, tens of thousands of demons and demons scattered in horror.

Song Qiming's body was buried in those demonic shells. As an old cleric, he was able to have so many silver paved surfaces as his coffin. There was no slight regret in his heart.

Qingtian hunting house.

Ben is a small hunter's firm that he founded after retiring. He taught some young people with potential to deal with the demonic events of the Demon Du. He was born in the Demon Du, died in the Demon Du, was silent, was brilliant, had a distinguished reputation, and was gradually forgotten...

What can I do for the devil in the end, to witness the birth of a legend in my old hunter's office in the twilight years, why can't I leave satisfied?

Demon Doo, will not perish because of the fall of an old man like himself, but will be a true newborn!!

The dragon, the one who woke him...