Apocalypse Magician

Li Xingkong approached in surprise, and finally understood why Mo Xianwu dared to provoke a powerful being who could defeat the giant lion beast. It turned out that he was even richer than Zhukara, and he actually carried a holy magic scroll with him.

But what Li Xingkong didn't know was that after the noble banquet, because of the shock of the Forbidden Curse Magic Scroll, Pope Mo Nantian ordered the Church's Twelfth Factory to study the production technology of the Forbidden Curse Scroll. However, the highest level of the Twelfth Factory at that time was only Saint There is a god-level magic scroll in between, so the Twelfth Factory must first conquer the production of god-level magic scrolls.

However, to this day, even if no matter how much manpower and material resources are spent, the success still falls short, and a small magic scroll cannot carry the huge power of god-level magic.

However, as a by-product of the failure, several holy magic scrolls were made, so one was given to Mo Xianwu for self-defense.

"Hmph, this fly is really annoying." The big man waved his palm, and the black flames hit Feng Moxing, who was already entangled at close range. Even though Feng Moxing was extremely skilled, the gap in strength was too huge, so he had to temporarily He ducked to one side while the big man continued to approach Mo Xianwu and Luo Yingxue, "If you two beauties don't know what's good and what's good, don't blame me for letting you suffer first."

Although Mo Xianwu was extremely angry when he heard this, he was not as skillful as Xiaoxue at the time. At this time, he was racing against time to deploy the water magic master class defensive magic. There was no time to engage in unnecessary verbal disputes with him.

Luo Yingxue, with a solemn look on her face, concentrated on reciting this magical spell that was frozen thousands of miles away. She was like a saint, bathed in the pure radiance of water magic, and shouldering the lives of everyone.

The big man once again used black fire to drive away Feng Moxing, and then he came to the magic defense arranged by Mo Xianwu. He stretched out his hand and slapped it. The black flame burned the water magic element, and Mo Xianwu's magic defense was crumbling.

Therefore, Mo Xianwu had no choice but to gather all her strength and continuously replenish the passing magic elements in an attempt to stop the spread of the black fire.

With such a huge consumption, Mo Xianwu knew that he couldn't last long, but he had to try his best to hold on, because this was the only known way to deal with the black fire.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the water magic defense shattered like thin ice. Mo Xianwu was overwhelmed, his face turned pale, and he felt dizzy, and he might fall down at any time.

Seeing that Mo Xianwu was in danger, Feng Moxing stabbed Mo Xianwu with his sword regardless, not retreating even in the face of the black flames flying towards him.

However, for the big man, all struggles and entanglements are insignificant, and at this moment, his own strength has reached the peak of the eighth level.

Mo Xianwu barely stood still without falling, her nails dug deeply into her palms, and she tried her best to drive away the dizziness with pain. As the leader of everyone, and the only great mage level combatant, Mo Xianwu kept telling herself that as long as she still had breath, Now, we have to be responsible for everyone’s lives.

So he deployed magic defense again, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the condensed water magic elements instantly collapsed, leaving only Mo Xianwu's unwilling and desperate eyes.

"Boundary of the sky, wall!" In the little time that Mo Xianwu and Feng Moxing had bought together, Li Xingkong finally completed his unskilled space magic and launched a cliff defense.

The black flames that were so powerful all the way met the space barrier and immediately stopped their usual tendency of starting a prairie fire.

Mo Xianwu looked at Li Xingkong in surprise. Although there were a few magicians in the church who knew a little about space magic, they could only make some storage rings. I had never heard of anyone who could do this like Li Xingkong. Display cliff defense.

Outside the space barrier, the big man was shocked at first, and then furious, because this touched upon his most unbearable moment.

The big man waved the black flames like crazy, turning into countless fire snakes and rushing towards the space barrier. For a time, there were countless shadows, as if the demons of hell were showing their ferocious faces.

However, even though they used the same space magic, Li Xingkong's cliff defense was far inferior to Xiaoxue's back then, and cracks appeared from time to time under the big man's crazy attacks.

Li Xingkong gritted his teeth and held on to the space defense magic. At the same time, he held six third-grade magic crystals tightly in his palm so that when the cliff defense was broken, he could activate the galaxy protection in time.

Time passed minute by minute in the stalemate. In just a short moment, it seemed that centuries had passed, until the big man's rising strength stopped climbing, and finally settled at a position only one step away from the ninth level, with a flushed face. Li Xingkong, a trace of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and even snowflakes began to fall in the air, setting off the dark red stone walls, giving people a sense of a world of ice and fire.

Luo Yingxue finally finished reciting the magic spell. The holy magic scroll shone brilliantly, like the scorching sun in the sky, and everything in the world lost its color at this moment.

The temperature in the space dropped sharply, and the snowflakes became more and more numerous. Then the ice on the ground spread, and in a moment it became a world covered in silver.

The big man was surrounded by black flames, constantly igniting the approaching snowflakes and ice. However, the water magic elements swept through like a sea tide, threatening to drown the black fire.

As his hands and feet gradually stiffened, the big man finally felt a hint of fear. He was about to jump into the air, but found that his legs had been fixed to the ice on the ground. At the same time, his whole body began to freeze. He was powerless to break free.

This Thousand Miles of Frozen Magic is also famous among water-based holy-level magic. It is only below the god-level. If it weren't for the gathering of fire spirit veins here, which reduced the power of water-based magic, the big man would have become an ice sculpture.

"Damnable human beings, go to hell with me!" At the last moment, the big man's expression became fierce, he released his original power and hit the ice on the ground hard, threatening to destroy us together.

With one blow, the earth trembled violently, and the entire mountain swayed left and right. The ice on the ground cracked, and countless torrents of lava spewed out. The ice and snow melted instantly, and the space returned to a fiery world.

The tenth-level monster used its original power to trigger the eruption of the earth's fire spirit veins. The power of the ice-covered thousands of miles immediately disappeared, and the mountain was overwhelmed and began to collapse. For a time, countless boulders fell from the sky in the torrent of lava. The scene was extremely chaotic, and no one had time to take care of themselves.

The big man got rid of the shackles of the thousands of miles of ice and transformed back into the original form of the nine-headed worm, still looking awkward with only one head hanging on his neck.

Once the Warcraft enters the ninth level, even if it is not a race that is born with the ability to fly, it will now have the ability to fly in the air. Therefore, the nine-headed insect will take advantage of the powerful physical body in its original form to fly out of this place.

Hiding or brushing against countless falling rocks, the Hydra even saw the morning sunshine outside. For the first time in his life, he felt that the morning sun was so warm, as if hope was right in front of him. From now on, the sea and the sky would be brighter. As long as he recovered from his injuries and came back, He will definitely be able to dominate the situation.

However, just when the Nine-Headed Insect was about to be happy, a pillar of fire fell from the sky, and he narrowly avoided it. Looking up, he saw a big fiery red bird flying from the sky. It felt vaguely familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered The Cloud-Crossing Fire Crane that he once tortured cruelly.