Magic Chef of Ice and Fire - Chapter 178

Chapter 178—The Selfishness of God's Persons (I)

The combination of ice and wind, the two half-god masters flew up, and the body floating in the air made a roar of unwillingness and pain. The fierce voice was full of anger and unwillingness, and some blood was floating in the air. Although the fusion of magic did not have their life, but the two elements of ice and wind into a sharp breath has been deeply imprinted into their bodies, combat power sharply reduced by more than 50%, coupled with physical trauma, they Each has only 30% of the remaining combat power.

At this moment, both the degree and the injury have thought of one thing, that is, escape, yes, now they have lost the confidence of the battle, all they can do is to escape. However, just as they are ready to mobilize the last force, even at the expense of escaping from this horrible magic cage, the breath of death has quietly enveloped their bodies.

The last scene I saw in the life and the wounds was the smile of the ice, but in their eyes, it was the smile of death. The gray sickle is transparent, bringing out a phantom-like black awn in the air, everything is so simple, a perfect wave, the gray figure has quietly disappeared. At the same time, everything is over.

The airborne and the boundary injuries are still in a position to escape, but at this time their bodies have solidified, so they are suspended in the air, as if they exist there.

The light at the eyebrows converges, and the magical atmosphere around the body disappears. When I read the ice, I don’t even look at the two gods in the air. I turn around and walk to the white people behind me. If you can escape from the 11th-order dark curse of the death of the gods after being weakened by 70%, then the degree of damage and the boundary injury may not be half-god, but unfortunately, they are only half-god.

At the same time as the ice turned, the two bamboo rafts in the air had turned into bamboo powder, and even the traces disappeared without disappearing. In this world, there is no more of their breath.

The expression of the ice was very calm. When he came to the white man, he first made the ground, but he took off his coat. Then, the water element naturally condensed around his body and turned into a water column. Constantly scouring his body.

The white man has recovered a bit of energy under the treatment of the water element and the self-treatment of his own light and vindictiveness. He was surprised to see that the black carbon head in front of him gradually became clean, and the surprised light gradually became a horror. "You, How could it be you?"

Nian Xiao smiled and said: "You still remember me! The predecessor of the sage." As he said, he bent over and saluted the sage. Yes, this face is fortitude. The white man who is persevering in character is the dawn of the glory of the sacred knives that will run through the heavens and the earth, and guides the ice to get the sacred sorcerer. Although Nian Bing has not seen him, his voice and the sacred breath are deeply imprinted in his mind, so. When he saw him in the spirit of the ice, he recognized his identity.

The sage looked up and down the ice, and could not help but frown a little, as the owner of the light. He can clearly feel the deadness contained in the ice, although the ice has been hidden deep, but he is the source of death. "Read the ice, are you not in the Yangon continent? How come here, still Has it become like this?"

I sighed with ice and said: "This is a long story, the predecessor of the sage. How do you feel, is it better?"

The Holy Teacher smiled and shook his head. He said, "Thank you for saving me. However, my injury is too heavy. In order to have a chance to win the game, I used the kind of damage to use the kind of attack. It has already been hurt. I am afraid that it will not be restored without decades of hard work. This is still thanks to your water system magic treatment. Otherwise, I am afraid that even if there are no two people. I may not be able to live. But I do not understand, you obviously have a breath of death. But why is the magic used so pure? I remember that you are the whole magic of cultivation. Look at what you are now. It should have become a big deal. But even if it is a big magician, how can you be a magician? May not sing a spell?"

Nian Xiao smiled and said: "This is not a secret. When the spiritual power reaches the ability to resonate with the magic elements in the air and become true friends with them, then these magic elements no longer need a specific voice to command. It only needs to be guided by its own magical power, and with the control of mental power, it can naturally generate magical power. In fact, every magician knows this truth, but only wants to have the ability to fully resonate with magic elements. And it produces the power that I need, but it is not that simple. I just got lucky and I did it." Is it good luck? If luck is so dead and reborn, I am afraid that not many people will choose. Nianbing can have current achievements and can only be described as miracles. When he left Green Mountain, his magical power did not change, but his spiritual strength finally entered the realm of Dacheng. He had a wonderful feeling in his mind. He clearly knew that he had entered the ultimate realm of Tianmao. Although this realm is not complete, the first effect is that magic no longer needs a spell, no matter what stage. The eleventh-order curse is the strongest magic that can be performed by the ice. Even such magic does not need to sing a spell. He is convinced that even if he is facing the goddess of ice and snow, there is also a great chance of victory.

The magical power consumption is not reduced when the magic is applied, but the time to sing the spell disappears. With the special physique and the innate temperament of death, the ice is still far faster than the ordinary magician.

The wound on the sacred teacher has gradually healed under the action of the water element that continues to be urged by the ice, but the injury inside is not so easy to recover. He cultivates the light and vindictive, and has more resilience than the ordinary warrior. But once it is hit hard, the effect of restoring magic on him is extremely limited, and most of them can only rely on their own resilience.

"How do you fight with that Fengshen? He seems to be robbing you of things." asked Nian Bing.

The sage nodded and sighed with a long sigh. "If I knew that the continent of God was like this, I would never choose to come here. But now it is too late to say anything."

Read the ice: "Yes! This is the world of God, clearly the mainland of hell."

The priest shook his head and said: "No, I am not because of the environment here. In fact, I really like the environment here. Under the pressure of the environment, everyone must work hard to survive. But I am tired of it. The relationship between the gods and the gods. Here, there is only a swindle between the gods and the gods, not to mention any family and friendship. Only mutual use and interest relations. This is the root of my disgust. From the surface, all the gods They must accept the rule of the Lord Gods. Now the seven main gods have been waking up from cultivation. However, they have never effectively controlled the gods. In order to survive, everyone here is extremely selfish, perhaps Only when the lost empire threatened them could they unite. They simply don’t understand that they can only survive better if they are completely combined. Fortunately, the seal here limits the fact that the gods cannot set foot on the mainland of Yangon. Otherwise, Everything will become confusing. You should also hear it. Here, for food, people can eat people, this is the root of the mainland in Yangon. unbelievable."

I missed the ice and nodded. Road: "Have you ever thought about leaving here? Go back to Yangon."

The priest shook his head and said: "Don't say that I can't leave, I can leave, and I won't leave. The main gods are good to me. I am here, and I can balance some between Gods. Relationship, I never want to see what I am most afraid of happening."

Nian Bing understands that the Holy Spirit is most afraid of the gods going to Yangon. If such a thing happens, I am afraid that the mainland of Yangon will face a huge catastrophe. "How many gods are there on the land of God?"

The Holy Teacher said: "There are about 10,000 people. I don't know the exact number. The two you just killed are the middlemen of the gods. If they have a hundred years of cultivation, they may be able to enter God. In addition to the seven main gods, there are six or seventy god-level gods. Among them, the powerful ones will be the successor of the gods, just like the gods who fought with me. He is older than me. To be hundreds of years old. It is a genius who cultivates the wind and vindictive spirit. If the gods can unite together, then the strength can only be described by horror. Think about it, tens of thousands of masters and martial arts masters, Among them, there are nearly a thousand gods who are equivalent to the Wusheng level. There are dozens of god-level masters who are even stronger than the gods, and the seven main gods above them. They want to sweep the Yangon continent. It’s very easy. Oh, yes, you came from the mainland of Yangon. Was the bottle of the Meodas seal really taken away?”

I read the ice and nodded silently. "Yes, I was taken away by a lich. I was not the opponent of the Dragon King, but I grasped the timing of the production of the Dragon King and succeeded." ""

The sage smiled and said, "This is a good thing!"

Read the ice, "Good thing? Don't you be afraid of losing the war that came out after the mainland returned?"

The sage teacher said: "That will be the scene I most want to see. After ten thousand years of rest and recuperation, although the number of gods has not increased, but the vitality has basically recovered, if this continues, one day God will I can't stand the life here and set foot on the mainland of Yangon. At that time, it will be a disaster for the entire human race. A group of selfish gods will destroy the entire human world. For more human beings to live peacefully, in order to maintain the mainland of Yangon. Calm, I hope to lose the mainland back. The battle between the strong will inevitably make the land of God crouch again, even if the continent of God wins, they will not be able to make a difference in a while. As for the loss of the mainland, its The area is nothing smaller than the Yangon continent. There is no need to influence the Yangon continent. Even if there is influence, the number of human beings lost in the mainland will only cause human transformation, not human destruction. With unique advantages, I hope that you can make efforts for the future of mankind."

I read the ice and smiled. "Maybe, but I only hope that I can live a peaceful life with my family. It is a last resort to come to the land of God. Here, I am only trying to restore my vitality. Some things." You don't know, on this continent of God, the main gods can't be the masters. It's not so easy to leave here. Who will say the changes in the future? Take a step and take a step. I am also selfish. People, however, if someone wants to destroy the environment in which I live, I won’t stand with it. The Fengshen seems to have not died yet, would you like me to help him get rid of him?”

The priest's gaze swept the wind **** in the distance. At this time, Fengshen was slowly climbing from the ground. The placket on the chest had been soaked with blood. Originally, he had been lying on the ground and pretended to die. climb up. His breathing seemed to be a little short, and the battle with the Holy Division consumed most of his combat power, and he was attacked with full force. Although he was forced to suppress the serious injury by his own cultivation, he has lost most of it. Fighting power, from the process of killing the ice to kill the two, he is very clear, even in his heyday, it is not easy to win this mysterious person. He was deeply impressed by the attack of ice that could launch powerful magic without swearing spells. At this time, his eyes are full of fear, as a selfish god, he is very clear about his destiny.

The priest shook his head and said: "Forget it, if I rush to kill, then what difference do I have with these guys? Fengshen, let's go, not everyone is like you."

Fengshen stunned, looked at the sage, and then read the ice, his eyes showed a complex light, but he did not leave, but instead stepped over to the sacred teacher, looking at his sly look, can not help but frown "Why, the Holy Teacher will let you go, don't you leave?" If Fengshen is his own enemy, I am afraid that he has already destroyed him.

At this time, Fengshen has no arrogant appearance. "Where? Where do you go? Even if you don't kill me, if you leave now, you can meet my life with a World of Warcraft."