The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 640 The Remnant Mice
Inside the folding space, a splendid palace stands, which is the hiding place of the group of mice, and all the remnants of the rebellion are concentrated here.

The leader is located in the main seat, lined up, there are men, women, old people, and children.

Below them, people of all colors stood respectfully, waiting for their orders.

"Ten witch gods, how many more days will it take for you to call out the lich?" Sitting in the middle was a short old man with a short katana across his knees. The patriarch of the family, Ryuichiro Yagyu.

Yagyu Ryuichiro woke up after that battle. At that time, the Yagyu family was almost wiped out because of the rebellion. His awakening saved the survivors, and finally fled here to join some other rebel forces.

There are ten people wearing black robes, different men and women, with strange patterns carved on their faces, they are the top ten witch gods in Thailand.

One of them spoke with a hoarse and piercing voice, "In up to three days, we can establish a perfect ceremony, summon an army of liches, and a Lich King."

"That will be the capital of our negotiations!" Another witch god said in a deep voice, "However, that man is really terrifying, and we can't guarantee whether we can pose a threat to him."

"So, try not to confront it, it would be best if it can be resolved peacefully," said another old witch god.

"But, will they agree to us? When they besieged us, they were merciless. No one will show mercy to betrayers." An old man with a typical oriental face spoke slowly. The old man's posture was elegant. , wearing a white robe, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, his lazy eyes slowly scanning the words on it.

This is a Chinese man named Li Kun. He was from the same era as Ou Wanting and enjoyed a high reputation at that time. He just woke up a few days ago and found that his sect had joined the camp of the gods and had been wiped out.

He wants to avenge them.

"However, having said that, is there really an army of liches here? Don't fool us." The only child spoke, his voice was immature, but his tone was vicissitudes, his eyes were deep and sharp.

"It is recorded in the ancient books of our family, and we have also used the secret method to confirm it. My lord Pope, please don't question your companions at this time." A Thai witch god snorted coldly.

This little boy has blond hair and blue eyes, fair and tender skin, like an exquisite porcelain doll, holding a scepter and wearing a pure white robe. It is none other than the Pope of the Holy See of Light.

Every generation of popes will have a saint child, the so-called saint child is the pope's second life.

From birth, the Holy Child will be placed in the Olympiad Circle, and will not be allowed to move around. Gradually, his soul will die and his body will remain.

Once the Pope is killed, his soul will occupy the body of the Holy Child and resurrect him.

As the Pope of the Holy See of Light, he disdained witchcraft and the like, and when he wanted to say something more, the hall suddenly shook violently, and a wave of terrifying aura came from outside.

"It's that guy!"

The pope's delicate and handsome face suddenly paled, showing a look of horror, "I was killed by him once, and I am very familiar with his breath."

The others stood up abruptly, their faces solemn and surprised, and there was already a panic below.

"How did he come? How did he find this place?"

"What should we do? Are we going to fight?"

"What are you fighting for? Run away! Are we stronger than gods?"

"..."

"Stop arguing, calm down!" Yagyu Ryuichiro shouted, "Can you escape for a while, or for a lifetime?"

As he said that, he took a deep breath, looked at the ten witch gods in Thailand, and said, "Ten witch gods, please complete the ceremony as quickly as possible and summon the army of liches. I will go outside to deal with him! What do you say? ?”

"That's the only way to go." Li Kun said.

"I have no objection." The pope said.

"I will do my best!" The ten witch gods looked determined.

Outside the palace, Ling Yu walked slowly with his hands in his pockets, his hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

About a thousand people poured out of the hall, and the pope was at the front, looking at Ling Yu from a distance. .

"Mr. Ling, we just want to seek a place on earth, we don't want to be against you, and we hope you don't make things difficult for us. There is no direct grievance between us."

"There is no place for you on earth." Ling Yu stood still, looking ahead calmly.

"As long as you help us speak to the world, we will have a place on earth." Li Kun said with a blank expression.

"Why should I speak for you?" Ling Yu said casually.

"Because if you speak for us, we will remember your kindness and will help you when you need help." The Pope said coldly.

"Is there any other reason?" Ling Yu slowly pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets.

"If you don't speak for us, then..." Ryuichiro Yagyu smiled slightly, and stopped speaking at the right time, which was meaningful.

"Oh."

Ling Yu yawned casually, and withdrew his palm from his trouser pocket.

"He's going to do it! Array!"

"Just block him, don't think about killing him, or you will pay an unimaginable price!"

"Buy time for the ten witch gods!"

Thousands of people dispersed immediately, and fought in a special way, spitting out ancient syllables. Luminous lines appeared under everyone's feet, and the lines spread and condensed, forming a huge magic circle.

This is what Li Kun taught everyone. He is a master of formations, and the ancient books he has been reading are about formations.

Ling Yu walked over step by step, calmly and calmly.

Every time he took a step, the aura on his body became stronger. After taking six steps, he had crossed thousands of meters and stood in front of the big formation with overwhelming aura.

"hold onto!"

Standing at the eye of the formation, Li Kun felt a huge pressure, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the formation pattern on the ground.

The magic circle erupted with dazzling brilliance, and it circulated like a huge golden bell. The bell echoed between the heaven and the earth, like an ancient and obscure language, containing the power of gods and demons.

This is a top-level defensive array!

Ling Yu took a look, then drew a stroke in the void with his finger, and a symbol emerged, slowly drifting towards the formation.

Everyone looked at the symbol, and their minds were in a trance for a while, as if they were affected by the artistic conception in it, each stroke was majestic, and there was a trembling majesty.

"Don't get distracted!"

Biting the tip of his tongue, Li Kun suddenly woke up and yelled.

At this moment, the symbol touched the magic circle, and time seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone's expressions were frozen on their faces.

The next moment, the magic circle disintegrated, the big clock shattered, terrifying energy fluctuations surged, the storm swept through, and the people in the circle suffered heavy injuries. Only the strongest escaped.

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