Chapter 408

The deputy general looked at his general with a smile. He had never been with the wrong person in his life.

"Don't let go! Support me! " Wumachao slightly lowered his head and said in the tone of command. The vice general followed him in life and death. This kindness naturally valued.

But at this time, the deputy general's body has been torn by suction, leaving only the hand and the sincere smile.

I don't know for a long time, the scream in my ear is gone, and the suction is gone... Br >

wumachao gasps violently, looks up and says, "I said I would"

I didn't finish saying that, because wumachao saw the deputy general, without suction, the deputy general's body dropped down.

I really hold his hand, but only the hand and the smile.

Wumachao released the vice general's hand and straightened up slowly. The black hole in the air had disappeared.

Slowly turning back... The hundreds of thousands of troops behind him are gone. Apart from his deputy, nothing is left. This makes wumachao feel like he is dreaming.

A breeze passed slowly, wumachao took off his helmet, his hard face seemed to be old, his eyes were unwilling and guilty!

The other side only used one move!

One move!

His most elite army is gone. At this moment, wumachao feels like heaven is joking with him.

Why there are such people in such a low position? No wonder purple shirt rebelled and even persuaded her to surrender. What she said was true. If she did, hundreds of thousands of soldiers would be saved!

But I didn't listen, so I caused so many casualties. How should I face the dead soldiers!

This kind of death has no meaning at all!

The breeze messed up wumachao's hair. The black hair was still covered with white hair, which gradually became white.

In an instant, his black hair turned white, which was a general's remorse, and he deeply regretted his orders.

Wumachao suddenly knelt beside the deputy general, put his hands into the ground, and dug a pit with his own hands.

One moment.

Two.

Three.

Wumachao buries his deputy on the spot, buries the earth immediately, picks up the ancient artifact beside him, and stands up!

Looking at the skeletons not far away, and those standing in the void, Wu Ma Cao said in a cold voice: "today you kill my 100000 soldiers, tomorrow I kill you millions, millions! Until the day when blood is dyed in the sky, or you will not die forever. I curse you with my soul

The death mage made Jie Jie's voice.

Curse rebounds

"Today, I'm Wu Ma Cao! But if there is an afterlife, I will still stand in your opposite position! " Wumachao gradually exudes a sense of terror, and the ancient artifacts in his hands are also shining.

This is the time for the death mage to wait. I haven't fought for a long time. Finally, I can fight one-on-one!

"Be careful! He wants to explode the original God and the ancient artifact! " Purple shirt suddenly exclaimed.

A few people are stunned, don't they? Choose suicide?

Wumachao, who is full of guilt, has lost the desire to fight. If he listened to the advice of the Heavenly Master, how could such a thing happen? Who is responsible for the death of 100000 soldiers? Only his incompetent general!

"You are really strong! But no matter how strong it is, it's better to wait for the wrath of the supreme. I'll wait for you on the way! Hahaha! "

In the crazy laughter of wumachao, the body was more and more bright, and the violent breath was sweeping around, while the ancient artifact gradually cracked, and a breath of destroying the sky and destroying the earth was merging.

The death mage pours out one breath, Jie Jie.

No air

I saw that Wuma Cao was wrapped by a layer of transparent "bubbles".

Boom!

The wumachao in the bubble became a light spot, and then exploded with the ancient artifact.

Only see "bubble" inside in distortion, colorful energy seems to be very irascible, want to break out but be "bubble" to package.

Zi!

There was a crack on the surface of the bubble, and then more and more cracks appeared.

Suddenly, the "bubble" exploded, and the ground of the whole Ji's family trembled. The border of Ji's family was almost broken.

If the forbidden air did not absorb the first wave of damage, the consequences of this terrible self explosion would be unimaginable.

But the nearest death mage was also affected by the impact and even glided backward.

This kind of self explosion is a qualitative change. It's not only the ancient artifact added by the yuan God, but also the abnormal death mage who was shocked to slide backward for several meters.

It has to be said that the self explosion of wumachao was effective, at least let the death mage back.

Bang.

The death mage who glided backward felt that he had met something. He looked back.

Word, my God, the mobile phone fell to the ground. This is the latest iPhone xsmax. It's not easy for Xunfang to buy it for himself. It's the highest matching one. Then it fell to the ground. The death mage's heart was broken.Take a look, if there is meat on the face of the death mage, it will definitely vibrate.

Because there is a crack in the screen, I'm a perfectionist. How can I allow such a flaw.

Looking for Fang, he took a look: "I'll buy you a new one if I don't fish in the future."

No fishing? Don't you want my master's life? Play first. Maybe you will get used to playing?

"Gentlemen, let's go first." Xunfang smiled and left first with the death mage.

Tang Wei and big brother green also know each other and go first, leaving Yihong and Zishan.

Zishan's mood is a little complicated. It's a pity that so many people have no time to blink.

Yi Hong sees his wife's face depressed and hugs her gently. Yi Hong, who can't speak, can only express herself by action.

It's not easy for Yihong to take the initiative. Zishan doesn't say anything, and gently hugs Yihong.

"Purple shirt, or don't go." Yi Hong is talking about three days later, which is expected to be more tragic.

Purple shirt killed a lot of people that night. Today, it's just a pity. It won't change my opinion because of this.

Leave Yi Hong's arms, purple shirt light said: "I will go."

"Oh, well." For the request of purple shirt, Yi Hong has no brain to agree. Of course, if you touch the bottom line, you won't agree.

For example, Zishan asked for the same bed, which Yihong would never agree to. If she wanted to make some achievements, it would be nice to have the same bed with Zishan.

Zishan breathed, turned around and looked at Yihong, sipped her lips: "will you come to bed tonight?"

This sentence is undoubtedly touching the bottom line of Yi Hong.

At this time, Yihong was very serious: "purple shirt, I will severely criticize you for this. As a girl, how can I put forward such a request? Even if it is to be put forward, it should be put forward by me."

"Then you mention it." Purple shirt did not say good gas, the taste of the living widows is really not good.