Chapter 135: Different dimension space

"Hehe! Don't just watch, we are fighting for the Kalin tribe now." A humorous and friendly voice appeared in Shi'n's ears. A black figure flashed, and a person had already arrived at Shi'n's side, which was Aiolos.

"Divine Warrior?!" Seeing Aolos, Shi'an immediately pointed at the Holy Songling and asked Aolos, his eyes full of surprise and surprise. People who had reached the level of Martial Saint of Shi'an knew deeply how difficult it was to become a divine warrior. It required amazing talent and unremitting efforts. This kind of person who only existed in the legend suddenly appeared in front of him, Shi'an would naturally be very surprised.

"Nonsense, it's naturally a god warrior." Aiolos looked at Shi Ang and said, "It's better to fight quickly. The enemy's four god mages have come to support him." As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed, and Aiolos's figure had appeared several feet away.

"Four Divine Masters!" A shocked expression appeared on Shi Ang's face again. Oh my God, when did there be so many strong people in this continent? But even though they were surprised, after hearing Aiolos's words, a silver light flashed on Shi Ang's body, and the thin sword in his hand was slightly raised. Shi Ang followed Aiolos and rushed towards the four martial saints of the Weitian Empire.

The powerful momentum was stirring in the air. The four martial saints of the Weitian Empire pressed against Sheng Songling's left hand tightly, and sweat continued to slide down on their foreheads. The golden and silver-white air mass collided between the two sides, and strong winds spun.

Looking at the four martial saints of the Weitian Empire coldly, Sheng Songling sneered on his face, and a sudden light of light burst out from his eyes. He raised his right hand high and pointed at the four martial saints of the Weitian Empire, Sheng Songling slashed his right hand, which was constantly venting golden fighting spirit.

"Peng!" With a loud bang, under the attack of the right hand of Sheng Songling, the silver-white light ball composed of four martial saints kept shaking, and it might break at any time. However, after finally shaking for a while, the silver-white light still stood up, but it was much smaller than before.

A trace of blood slid down from the mouths of the four Martial Saints of the Weitian Empire at the same time, and their faces were as white as white paper. Under the blow from the right hand of Sheng Songling, the four Martial Saints of the Weitian Empire were injured at the same time. In front of the divine warriors, the gap between the Saint and the God level could not be compensated by only the number.

In the Aishi Continent, a divine mage can be comparable to 100,000 powerful and well-equipped soldiers, but the four great magicians cannot have the same evaluation. Although four great magicians can also cast the forbidden spell, their essence and actual strength are different from that of a divine mage.

"Hmph!" A cold snorkeling came from the mouth of Sheng Songling. Facing the four martial saints, three golden lights flashed across Sheng Songling's face, and the golden divine fighting spirit on his left hand also surged again and again with the flash of golden light on his face. With the flash of the golden light of Sheng Songling, the silver-white light balls in front of the four martial saints of the Weitian Empire collapsed in an instant and turned into a white light. Among the white light, four golden lights hit the chests of the four martial saints.

A mouthful of blood was bursting out, and the four martial saints were knocked out at the same time, without chasing them. Looking at the four martial saints flying out, a cold light appeared in the eyes of Sheng Songling, but then he immediately returned to peace.

After breathing a long sigh, the Holy Songling slashed at the four martial saints with his hands slightly in the air. Four golden lights attacked the four martial saints with extremely violent momentum.

Without paying attention to the four martial saints, the Holy Songling slowly turned around, his eyes narrowed into a thin slit in an instant, with a terrifying light, and then he opened it suddenly, and the colorful colors flashed in his eyes, and the energy in the air also changed with the change of the Holy Songling's eyes.

In front of the Holy Songling, several tiny figures appeared. When these people appeared in front of them, bursts of energy fluctuations suddenly came from the air. Under the influence of the powerful energy fluctuations, the air around the Holy Songling actually made waves of twists. In the energy fluctuations, an almost unresisting power shrouded everyone in the battle, making people feel chilled.

Facing the four golden lights shot out by the Holy Songling, the four martial saints of the Weitian Empire had no choice but to concentrate all their strength in front of them and gather on their hands. The huge silver-white ball of light hit the golden fighting spirit of the Holy Songling in an instant.

There was no sound of collision. When the golden divine fighting spirit collided with the silver-white holy fighting spirit, it seemed to be unhindered at all, and it hit the silver-white holy fighting spirit.

Four muffled groans sounded at the same time, and then a bunch of gorgeous blood scattered in the air.

Looking at his chest in disbelief, a hole as big as a fist appeared there. Due to the fierce battle, the blood that had flowed rapidly in the bodies of the four martial saints found an outlet to vent, and rushed out of the hole frantically, constantly spraying it in the air, clusters, extremely colorful.

The silver-white light lit up on the four martial saints. They wanted to block the hole that kept bleeding blood. They all knew that the Cardinal of the Church was not far from here. As long as they could hold on until they arrived, they would still be likely to survive under the Cardinal's sacred healing technique.

"Hehe!" A strange laughter appeared behind the four martial saints. A chill suddenly rose from the hearts of the four martial saints. He turned around in surprise. What appeared in front of them was purple and silver-white light in the sky.

It turns out that Dou Qi is so beautiful! This is the only thought left in the mind before the consciousness of the four martial saints of the Weitian Empire was annihilated.

The temperature in the air was decreasing, but the four priests could only watch their bodies slowly stiffen, their blood slowly condensed, their magic power slowly passed, and their consciousness gradually disappeared, but they could not make any resistance. Is this the strength of the divine mage? Is this the feeling of death?

"No!" A roar suddenly came from the mouth of the flame priest. A strong fire elemental power suddenly surged between heaven and earth. His eyes slowly closed opened in an instant, and lightning shot out terrifying gazes, which surprised the great elder with extremely strong mental power.

Long red hair flew over the head of the flame priest, and his face was full of ferociousness. A strange light appeared in the eyes of the flame priest. The flame element power in the air was so strong. The flame priest's face looked like crazy, and his face was constantly swaying. The flame priest slowly muttered something in his mouth.

Under the stimulation of the flame sacrifice, two other three priests also recovered. The body, which had just been traumatized by Xue Ji's ice magic, became active under the urging of the fire magic power. But they all knew that this was just a return to light under the influence of the flame sacrifice.

Since you cannot defeat you, let us-

Let's die together!

The obscure spell began to slowly spread from the mouths of the four priests. The strange spells in the four priests exuded a strange rhyme under the chanting of the four people, which made a strange tremor in the heart tremble under the chanting of the four people.

What appears in the air is no longer ordinary magic power, but a very strange power. Under the influence of this power, everyone seems to be in a strange space, without any force.

"What a weird magic!" Old Hawking's face was heavy, and a magic power burst out in an instant. The staff waved repeatedly in the air, and the head of the staff, which was emitting a trace of magic power, formed a unique hexagram pattern in the air.

The symbols in the pattern are constantly rotating and changing, emitting inexplicable power. In the center of the hexagram magic circle, a ball with a strange pattern is rotating rapidly.

He slightly bit his tongue and pointed at the middle of the magic circle. Old Hawking spitted out a mouthful of essence and blood, hitting the ball in the center of the magic circle.

His eyes dimmed in an instant, but after a moment, a strong light suddenly burst out in Old Hawking's eyes. The huge hexagram pattern turned faster and faster, bursts of brilliant light burst out, and finally turned into a huge ball of light. On a large area of ​​land beside Old Hawking and the four great priests, there was a raging magic power.

Flying away from the center of the five people's battle, the Great Elder and Xue Ji looked at the center of the battle in surprise. Under the shock of layers of magical power, a large area of ​​land turned into powder.

"Ancient Magic-Four Soul Magic Formation!"

The four priests shouted loudly at the same time, and various colors of light burst out in their eyes, and finally hit them together, thinking that they became a powerful magic power, and the powerful magic power shot in all directions. Looking at the magic ball formed by the four priests, the faces of the Great Elder and Xue Ji changed color slightly at the same time.

Once such a powerful magic ball explodes, its power is enough to match the forbidden spell.

The huge rotating light ball was constantly twisting, and finally turned into a beam of light and shot into the staff of the old Hawking's right hand. At this moment, the magic power around the old Hawking disappeared, and a strange gravitational field formed near the old Hawking's body, and there was a dead silence.

His face was full of solemn expression, and his eyes were suddenly calmed. The staff suddenly waved at the four priests. Old Hawking's shriveled lips swung up and down, and a strange magical sound appeared on Old Hawking's mouth.

"Space Magic--"

"Extradimensional space!!!"

The world paused at this moment, everything paused at this moment, and the magic power that had been strongly turbulent also disappeared into everyone's perception at this moment.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and everything around him returned to dynamics. The wind and sand in the sky kept blew up the dust on the ground, covering everyone's eyes. An inexplicable feeling appeared in everyone's mind, making people feel dazed.

Everything is settled into peace.

Four terrifying roars sounded above everyone's heads, and four lightning-like figures flew to the place where the four priests and Old Hawking had just fought, but what appeared there was a deserted area. In the center of the desolation, Old Hawking's figure stood there, and there was nothing around him.

"Bastard, where did you get my Xiaoyan?!" An old man with long red hair stared at the old Hawking in the middle of the venue, his face full of anger. In his words, strong fire magic fluctuations continued to spread around. Beside him, three other old men were also full of grief and anger.

"I sent them to another plane, to put it simply, they were dead." Old Hawking's face was calm, without any change in expression.

This extremely calm voice seemed to have a thunder in the clear sky in the ears of the four old men, which made the four people feel in a daze.

"Are you late?" an old man murmured, his glittering eyes dimmed in an instant, "What are our efforts over the years? Why... Why..."

"I'm going to kill you..." The old man with long red hair shouted loudly and waved his staff high in his hand.

"Ximen Qing, stop!" A majestic voice appeared behind the four people, and three old men wearing red sect bishop robes came to the four old men.

Aiolos, Shion, Holy Songling, Xue Ji and the Great Elder came to Old Hawking.

"Hawking, Holy Songling, are you two?! I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!" The leading cardinal looked at the people in front of her, with a smile on her face, "As long as you are willing to escape from this war, hand over the heretic Thunder Dragon, and be loyal to the Church, I can guarantee that the Church will never make things difficult for you two." The Cardinal's voice was filled with a strange majesty and an inexplicable kindness.

"Sir, this..." After hearing the Cardinal's words, the old man in red immediately screamed excitedly, and the eyes of the two other three old men also flashed, but then it became darker again.

Before the old man in red finished speaking, the Cardinal waved his hand slightly at him, "This is God's will. Do you want to disobey?!"

"I dare not!" The old man in red closed his mouth with difficulty and flashed aside, but his face looked at Old Hawking with anger.

"Do you think this is possible?" Old Hawking looked at the Cardinal coldly, "Don't you understand the purpose of my disappearance from everyone's sight more than a hundred years ago? If your church has not yet understood it, I think your church is really stupid."

"Okay, okay, okay!" The Cardinal said three good words in a row. Every time he said it, the expression on his face became colder. He turned his head and looked at Sheng Songling, "Where are you?! Is he the same?"

"certainly!"

"Okay!" The Cardinal's face suddenly became extremely cold, "You two sinners who should have surrendered a hundred years ago. Today God has given you a second chance. Since you don't want to cherish this opportunity, let you know what the price you will pay for offending God."
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