Chapter 623

Yu Shangrong charged in the air.

A vigorous wind formed in front of me.

Basil's eyes were red, and he said, "four corners, please God!"

The rest of the wizardry cast four circles of light quickly.

"Great wizard,

" please listen to my request,

"please use the power of my wizard,

" come back, soul!

"the four sides can't stay.

"The long people there are thousands of feet tall,

" just waiting to search your soul.

"Come back --"

the sun is out of the sky all around, and the huge purple circles gather together, and they all fly towards basil.

Yu Shangrong's body was shining, still calm.

When he saw this, he knew that Basil was much better than he had imagined.

Among the wizarding practitioners, the junior sorcerers can only perform some basic sorcery, such as healing and expelling, which is equivalent to the practitioners below the Vatican sea; the middle-level practitioners can master the primary and intermediate witchcraft array, witchcraft traps, witchcraft, and control the mind and heart, etc.; the higher-level witchcraft practitioners can arrange large arrays to block thousands of troops Horse In addition to knowing all the above powers, the wizard also has the ability to control the dead and invite God to come.

Basil is clearly in the last category.

Yu Shangrong flashed three false shadows

On the left, middle and right, the space becomes hazy.

Those remaining witchcraft practitioners were instantly crossed by Yu Shangrong's figure.

Chi, Chi.

Chi, Chi.

A chill flashed across their necks.

One by one, the figures fell from the air.

Fall into a cliff.

They're dying!

He tried to block Yu Shangrong's steps with his life.

All the witchcraft practitioners, with their magic halo, rushed to Yu Shangrong one after another.

Yu Shangrong just tried to wave his sword.

I've come back to the three souls.

Hundreds of witchcraft practitioners have fallen

Just then, a purple cloud formed in the sky.

Cover two people.

Purple rain falls!

……

This is not ordinary purple rain.

Every drop of purple rain can run through the body, corrode the soul and destroy the will.

Yu Shangrong calmly, 360 degrees of rotation, when he faced the youth in Zhenghai, took a palm print.

Hold on to the dragon's paw and push hard!

Bang!

Young Yu Zhenghai left the scope of purple rain and drifted toward the direction of the natural moat.

"Elder martial brother -" exclaimed Yu Zhenghai.

But the next second, Yu Shangrong was covered with purple rain.

It's like a waterfall.

From the outside The shadow of Yu Shangrong was not clear at all, and his life and death could not be judged.

Young Yu Zhenghai feels the vigorous Qi under his feet, which is rapidly weakening It means the same thing.

He got nervous.

Purple rain completely blocked the view

Basil and the rest of the witchcraft practitioners almost believed that under the power of the sages, even the eight leaf Yu Shangrong would be severely damaged.

So many people have been sacrificed and such a great price has been paid It's worth it.

Basil's depression in his chest gradually cleared up.

As long as you can kill Yu Shangrong.

It's worth it!

It's worth it.

The purple rain lasted a quarter of an hour.

Young Yu Zhenghai felt the vigorous Qi under his feet and could no longer control it and dissipate!

He fell down.

Almost at the same time, the purple rain broke out in the sky sword Gang! The sword Gang forms the umbrella like shape, flies upward, blocks all the purple rain outside!

Yu Shangrong stepped into the air with empty hands, his eyes were tough, and his three figures were empty. He continued to rush forward!

See this!

Even Basil suddenly had goose bumps!

"Not dead?!!"

At first, Yu Shangrong was just wandering around in the purple rain.

He tried to wield every sword and cut off the purple rain This is also the basic lesson of practicing sword in the rain. For him, even in a waterfall, he can keep the water out of his body. This is his kendo.

"It's impossible --"

Basil's mouth trembled, his pupils changed rapidly, and his expression was in a state of confusion. Yu Shangrong's three figures had already come to him.

The remaining five sorcerers stood in front of them.

Basil waved his Scepter: "how can you kill me if you don't have a sword!"

Yu Shangrong's face was cold and stern, and a slender sword burst out between the index finger and the middle finger, taking the finger as the sword!

"If you don't have a sword, you can't kill people!"Straight body, two fingers forward!

Chi -

Jian Gang is a string of five.

Five people fell.

Yu Shangrong continued to rush forward, as fast as lightning.

Bang!

Sword Gang around the scepter, through Basil's heart, leaving a blood hole.

Seeing that there was no basil, Yu Shangrong turned to dive Flying towards the youth in the sea.

Basil looked at his chest in disbelief, bleeding.

The purple rain faded quickly in the sky.

The purple diaphragm is also rapidly fading.

The top of the abyss gradually quieted down In the twinkling of an eye, he was left alone, struggling to float in mid air.

His plan is perfect, from Loulan to Rouli, from designing traps to ambushing in the abyss.

Only wrong calculation is the same: Yu Shangrong's strength.

Basil looked down and saw Yu Shangrong's figure straight down Desperate to save the falling boy.

He seems to understand something Remove your strength.

Fall down.

The sound of the wind passed by my ears.

"Even if you die, I will see you trapped in the abyss!" Basil fell headlong.

He continued to sink.

His eyes were always on Yu Shangrong.

Yu Shangrong clapped his hands forward and his fingerprints flew down.

But the sinking speed is getting faster and faster.

The abyss seems to be bottomless

There were practitioners who tried to explore and explore the secrets of the abyss. After generations of efforts, countless practitioners died and came to a conclusion: those who enter the abyss are mortal.

The only hope for survival is to give up halfway and return immediately!

I don't know how long it has fallen, the light in the sky has become dim, and the surrounding is as silent as night, as dusk falls.

Yu Shangrong takes his hand print again!

The dragon claw like palm print grabs Yu Zhenghai, who continues to sink into the abyss.

Seeing this scene, basil cried out: "give up!"

Yu Shangrong's eyes were calm and indomitable, and he waved with one hand!

Whoa!

The palm print catches the youth in Zhenghai and flies upside down.

"It's late," Basil said

Yu Shangrong felt that the abyss was producing a strong attraction.

He wants to control Qi upward, but because of the huge consumption of energy, he can only keep the balance with this power.

It leads to his stagnation in the dark void.

"If he dies, all Loulan will be buried with him!" Yu Shangrong's tone was indifferent and loud.

Basil fell from above, and the residual force held him back.

Cough

"Why?" Basil's heart trembled.

Shouldn't the spearhead be directed at the Rouli?

He died on the Rouli people's territory, and it should be Rouli talents who should be investigated by the magic heaven Pavilion.

Yu Shangrong tried to drag his hands, but he found that Yu Zhenghai was sinking rapidly and was in a coma.

A palm up, hit in the body of Zhenghai, way: "live well."

Yu Zhenghai broke away from the attraction and flew upward.

Basil couldn't understand: "an ordinary person, worth it?"

For an ordinary person, to bury a Baye, this account is not worth it!

Out of this, Yu is bound to shoot himself from the sea.

He looked at Yu Zhenghai, who was gradually flying upward in the sky, and said calmly: "a lot of things are worth it if you think it is worth it."

Basil seemed to understand something.

He thought of the past and the dispute between Loulan and Dayan.

Think of the 70 thousand corpses on the Gobi desert.

I think of the ancient Luojiang river which is red with blood

There is no end to disputes and no more to struggles.

Great sages once said that human beings are the best fighting animals in the world.

To the end, for what?

"Perhaps, this is the root of the stronger inflammation than the ten thousand people..."

Basil suddenly burst out of his body residual purple force, flying out of the last cotton candy like purple cloud, flying upward.

Drag Yu Zhenghai Flying in the direction of the graben.

"Unfortunately, I have no more power to save you..."

“…… I just want to let the people of Loulan go. "

With that, basil closed his eyes and burned with a strange purple flame.

This is the last dignity left by the wizard in order to prevent himself from being manipulated by other witches The fire of self Immolation.

The fire devoured him little by little Until dissipated in the abyss, no trace.

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