Chapter 391: The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (9)
The consciousness in his mind suddenly changed, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Ao Junxie's waist. At the same time, the five fingers covered with blood cut by the strings waved rapidly.
The sound waves of the beast-controlling spells echoed through the mountain tops.
Countless monsters began to surge toward the Holy King like rocks...
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bones shattered.
As the Holy King waved his fists, swarms of monsters were torn apart one by one, fell down, and died. But there was not even a single stain on the gorgeous white robe.[
Taking advantage of the brief moment when the magic army rushed around, Qingkuang had already hugged the injured Aojunxie and retreated back to Ming Qianhe, Beast King, Xiaobao and others.
However, the power of the Holy King was too powerful. The hundreds of Warcraft legions had just stood up when Qing Kuang had just retreated and before he could say a word to his teammates.
, has been cleaned up by the Holy Spirit!
Thick body parts and bones were piled up in thick layers under the steps of the altar.
Today, on the top of the Black Rock Peak in the Evil Land, in this ancient place that has been peaceful for thousands of years, countless lives are destined to be trampled and ended.
The surroundings became quiet again, falling into a deathly depression.
The Holy King gently flicked away a small piece of the broken fang of the Warcraft that fell on his sleeve, still nonchalantly, and still whispered in a methodical manner:
"Okay, it's quiet now! You lowly warriors really won't shed tears or give up until you see the coffin! Now, let me see what else you can do to disturb me!"
The Warcraft Legion was completely wiped out, and on the top of Black Rock Peak, apart from Qing Kuang, the Beast King, and Xiao Bao, who had completely lost their fighting power, only the Evil Land clan was left!
The Holy King glanced lightly and looked at the dark crowd.
"Wu Mian, now, on the top of the entire Black Rock Peak, there is only one complete sect left in your evil land..."
"Yes...yes! The Holy King, the people of the Evil Land...obey the Holy King's orders..."
Before the Holy King could finish speaking, Wu Mian had already confessed to himself tremblingly.
"Then what are you waiting for!"
The Holy King suddenly shouted loudly, and Wu Mian was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground...
The dark disciples of the Evil Land began to slowly squirm towards Qing Kuang and the three of them. The sound of frivolous and guilty footsteps, like a death knell, came closer and closer, becoming increasingly clear.
"Wu Mian! You are really a master of ancient martial arts in vain! I, Ao Junxie, although I am only a spiritual warrior in Fengyun Continent, am ashamed to be the same as you!
How can you stand by with such indifference and help the evildoers! Even if you save the people in the evil land, they will always be stigmatized as murdering their own kind and will be infamous for thousands of years! Sleepless, you coward!"
Ao Junxie pointed at the black-robed warrior who was walking at the front of the team and cursed loudly and angrily.
Wu Mian just lowered his head and strode forward, silently.[
"Jun Xie, don't waste your efforts. Why should we be angry at such a selfish person?
The evil land is destined to live in darkness forever. They are reviled and ridiculed by the world, but now it seems that they are not unjust at all!"
Qing Kuang glanced at Wu Mian coldly and whispered.
Hearing Qing Kuang's words, Wumian's face suddenly froze, and even his steps stopped. It was as if someone had suddenly uncovered old wounds and poked at the most vulnerable part of his heart...