MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 448 in the name of the Lord

The isolation formation cast by the priests of the Western Continent easily smashed Li He away.

Cheng Queyi's attack is more than skillful but not enough to damage, so it can't produce much more effect than making the opponent angry.

On the contrary, the black-robed priest's anger shot instantly hit her hard.

If it wasn't for Zhu Xingguo's extraordinary skill [Guardian of the Gods] hanging his life, it is estimated that he would have died by now.

Just like this, Zhu Xingguo, Wang Wen's chief apprentice, was dragged here, and he couldn't use any more tricks.

Calculate the time.

It was only a minute and a half away from the teleportation port in the Western Continent, and everyone in the academy had been killed or injured.

Even the 100-fold realm that Mi Lailai from the 800th floor borrowed money from Chen Hansheng was wiped out by the red-robed high priest.

There was even a big hole in his stomach, which was crushed by the reborn No. 1 man in black robe.

Seeing all kinds of things in front of him, the flesh and blood on his face has been corroded by the blue-gray energy to the bone-seeing Mi Lailai, and his empty eyes are full of despair.

The Western Continent robes that appeared this time were different from the past.

In the past, even if there was no Wang Wen, other people would be able to exchange hands several times back and forth and win or lose.

But this time, everyone was completely helpless? !

The enemy is too terrifying, and there is no solution to the menacing strength. If Wang Wen doesn't come back, everyone will die!

The academy members present were clearly aware of this.

Everyone's heart is filled with haze and puzzlement - why does the strength of the Western Continent have such a huge increase?

In the face of this crushing level of strength, no matter how many layers of tower climbers make attacks, it's like child's play.

How can this be fought?

Just when everyone's heart was ashes.

He Ji, who was kicked away by the man in black robe, suddenly found a faint sound coming from the collapsed room of the dean beside him.

When the voice of the black-robed man who was stepping on the rice and crushing it vigorously in the distance was carried by the wind and carried to the vicinity, the dust flying from the dean's room suddenly stagnated in the air.

He Ji heard a slightly hoarse growl in his ears:

"Dragon Valley, open!"

The voice fell, and a bright purple light leaked out like water, spreading to a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye, including the transmission light port.

This small square world seems to have entered another strange bright purple world.

All the priests in robes ignited bright purple flames out of thin air.

There seems to be a keen connection between each flame. Once generated, you will chase after me and connect with each other, just like a wildfire on the grassland quickly blazing into one.

Those who react slowly will be immediately swallowed up by the flames, and will be reduced to ashes in no time.

Only high-ranking priests have quick eyes and quick hands, and they can use blue-gray energy to extinguish them without waiting for the flames to expand.

The dust in the dean's room seemed to be interfered by some kind of force, and it quickly fell from mid-air to the ground, gradually revealing a figure standing up slowly.

Seeing the figure's face, He Ji shouted in surprise, "President Li is still alive!"

Li He walked out of the flying dust, although his face was ashen and bloodied, his expression was still calm.

He didn't take any embarrassing words, he just nodded slightly and took it as a response, staring intently into the distance.

He Ji followed his line of sight to the purple flames that bloomed from time to time in the crowd, and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "The field of eight hundred floors! I thought my boss's climbing speed was abnormal enough, but I didn't expect President Li The speed is also so terrifying! As expected of the Tianjiao duo who made a bet to revitalize the academy!"

As he was talking, his words changed and he asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you use this skill earlier?"

Li He still didn't turn his head to look at him.

It's just that two lines of clear tears were unconsciously drawn on the calm face, and two parallel water marks were washed out on the dusty skin.

In the field of the 800th floor of the World Tower, who knows the speed of burning money.

Even Boai Top Milai needs to borrow money from the boss to open up the field. How many points can a broken dean who can't make ends meet for a long time?

No need.

It's useless. .

It's a pity that it is now at the juncture of life and death, not to mention money, life will be lost.

No matter how unwilling you are, you can only bleed with tears.

Li He silently counted the amount of money consumed by the casting field, and shed tears silently.

Before he could finish mourning his lost points, the scene in front of him made his brows wrinkle deeper and deeper.

Obviously, the bright purple flame may be useful to ordinary priests, but it can't hurt the black-robed man at all.

The scene seems to be one-sided, but in fact, as long as the opponent's high-end combat power is not eliminated, it is completely useless.

Li He's eyes fell on the center of the chaotic priest group.

There was a bright red there.

A man in a red robe stood quietly among the flying purple flames, as if there was an invisible barrier around him, no matter how hard Ziyan tried, he couldn't get close.

Noticing Li He's gaze, the masked face of the other party also slowly turned around.

Li He's heart just flashed a trace of unease, when he saw the other party raised his finger and pointed to this side.

Regardless of how he turned over, he rushed towards the nearest bunker.

His body was still in the air when a big hole was broken, and he barely relied on inertia to roll into the bunker, and began to vomit blood.

The field of purple flames naturally dispersed.

He Di, who was still standing still, was shocked.

Just as he was about to find cover together to escape, he saw the tip of the red-robed man's terrifying finger moved towards him.

The young Li Hyuk was at least a moving target and not easy to aim at.

At this time, He Di was like a fixed target, with two eyes looking at each other's fingertips almost forming cross-eyed eyes, which meant that the target of that finger this time was probably the head.

For a moment.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

Finished calf!

There was no sound.

He Di's right shoulder and half of his upper body disappeared.

It was as if an empty semicircle appeared on his body, and he turned tattered and lay on the ground without making a sound. The blood from the wound gushed out with the pump like a flood from a sluice gate, and soon the beach became a patch.

The red-robed man's attack missed.

Not being kind.

Instead, the whole person was knocked to the ground by a fist that suddenly appeared in the void.

The high priest held up his mask and looked up at the man who appeared beside him.

Mo Ran was gasping for breath, wearing a pair of gloves with red stripes on a white background on both hands, blazing flames on the gloves, but the color of the flames was red and white.

He came from an unknown distance.

Sweaty and angry.

Seeing the man in black robe not far away, the anger on his face grew even stronger.

He still remembers what he talked to the man in black after seeing the effect of strengthening his physique when he got the essence of divine power.

The opponent's mouth was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but turned around and went to war.

This made Mo Ran feel that he had suffered an extremely sinister and vicious deception!

At this moment, looking at the tragic state of everyone in the academy, he pointed at the disabled man on the ground and roared at the man in black robe: "This is what you call peace??"

The man in black robe not far away laughed disdainfully.

Open your mouth to say something.

But he saw Mo Ran roaring, "Fuck you, peace?" and then he threw his fist at the red-robed high priest who had fallen to the ground.

The glove crossed the air.

The red and white flames burning on it skyrocketed to a range of almost one meter, and the next second, it contracted and condensed, sticking tightly to the surface of the glove.

In the process of shrinking and shrinking, the temperature doubled.

The large area of ​​space around the light port became distorted and blurred, as if the air was being dried up in an instant. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Some of the unlucky priests who were directly opposite Mo Ran could still maintain their full body shape at a distance, only to be burned until their skin turned red and screamed.

When the distance was a little closer, the whole body was directly carbonized, and when it was shaken slightly, it fell and shattered the black charcoal.

Such a powerful and angry blow.

But he stopped less than an inch away from the forehead of the red-robed high priest.

Even if Mo Ran exhausted his master-level physical strength, he could not get closer to half a point.

Mo Ran stared at him and watched as the man in red robe slowly got up from the ground, raised his hand slowly, and lightly pointed to his forehead.

A huge fear suddenly rose in his heart.

A soft and flat female voice came into my ears: "In the name of the Lord, obliterate."

Boom!

Beyond the light mouth.

A headless body fell to the ground, and then as if it was blown away by the wind, it turned into sand and drifted away a little bit.

Western Continent.

On a huge area of ​​scorched earth.

Wang Wen is "visiting" people who are not shy.

A lot of shy young people run away with bare buttocks.

There were also those who couldn't run and squatted on the ground hugging their heads and screaming.

On the other hand, some middle-aged and elderly people were surprisingly calm, staying quietly in place to watch the strange scenery around them.

What kind of power can produce this large scorched black ground with no grass?

Is it the wrath of mortals who have committed too many sins to prompt the gods to punish them?

Or did the level of human technology break through the boundaries again, resulting in another devastating blow to the originally harmonious ecological environment?

Wang Wen stood in front of these people.

First, he gave them some "changed" clothes with a wave of his hand.

Then he asked, "You just came back from the dead, did you hear any strange words?"