"Brother Zhan Qing!" Mu Yun exclaimed and hurriedly squatted down. The light on his right palm flowed, and a rich white light surged out of his palm. In an instant, Zhan Qing's entire body was wrapped in it, and powerful energy quickly poured into Zhan Qing.
Inside Qing's body, Zhan Qing's face, which was already as pale as paper, regained its color slightly, but his internal organs were seriously injured. Even with the healing power of vitality magic, it could not be completely healed for a while.
On the castle, Ming Shaoqing had been drained of energy from his body due to the forced use of the Light of Extinction again. At this time, he was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. His face was bloodless, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were staring at the Temple of the Dead.
Mu Yun and the others beside him suddenly felt a sense of resentment in their hearts. A sinister look appeared on the corners of their mouths, and they whispered to themselves: "It turns out that you, a stinky girl, ruined my life! Even if it's my appearance or spirit today,
Even if we are all destroyed, we will not let you return to Shengluo Continent!" After saying that, he struggled to support the ground with his arms and slowly stood up against the wall.
"Cursed warriors, listen to the order!" Ming Shaoqing pointed with his right hand at the dying seven kings, and ordered to his subordinates in the castle, "First take them all to the death row," then pointed to the Temple of the Dead and continued,
"Kill all those people again!"
"Yes!" There was a neat response from the castle, "Rumble!" After a while, the heavy door was slowly opened, "Crash!" There was a neat and heavy footsteps inside, thousands of people.
The black-faced warrior, neatly dressed and with a stern face, slowly walked out.
As soon as the black-faced warriors came out of the castle gate, half of them immediately divided into seven teams and flew towards the Seven Kings, while the other half, filled with murderous intent, formed an offensive cone formation and flew towards the Temple of the Dead.
direction.
At the gate of the Temple of the Dead, An Zimo raised his head and looked at the entire Temple of the Dead, and slowly said: "This temple has been sealed by a forbidden curse. Without strength above the divine realm, it is impossible to open this door."
Mu Yun looked back at the hundreds of black-faced warriors flying towards this side, and said anxiously: "What should we do then? Those cursed warriors are about to attack. They are all as strong as the Heavenly Domain Martial Gods. A few of us can't do it at all."
Unable to fight.”
"I'll hold them off for a while, and you guys should quickly find a way to open the door!" Yu Haoxuan didn't wait for anyone to respond. He jumped into the air and rushed towards hundreds of cursed warriors.
"Haoxuan!" Mu Yun couldn't help but shouted worriedly when she saw him flying away.
Yu Haoxuan heard Mu Yun's cry, turned around slowly, smiled gently at her, and said: "Yun, don't worry, I'll be fine." After that, he turned around again and began to recite magic.
The spell came: "Great God of Ice, swear by my soul, use my body as a tool, use my blood as a guide, release your infinite power, destroy this evil world that blasphemes your majesty, and destroy those ugly souls."
Destroy it!"
Slow and passionate spells came from Yu Haoxuan's mouth, and the entire blood-colored sky suddenly froze into oval-shaped marks, as if the sky was inlaid with pieces of dazzling rubies, sparkling, and floating in the air.
The temperature suddenly dropped, so cold that even breathing seemed to stop. Pieces of goose feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, but the color of the snowflakes was blood red.
Yu Haoxuan's arms crossed in front of his chest at a very fast speed, bringing up a white afterimage that enveloped his entire body. A blinding blue light burst out from the afterimage crazily, and the aura of powerful energy was suddenly filled with energy.
A place with a radius of ten miles.
"Woo!" The extremely cold wind roared in the sky, making everyone unable to open their eyes. Red snowflakes fell on the bodies of the cursed warriors, making a rustling sound, and feathers came from the sky.
Haoxuan shouted as if from the Nine Nether Purgatory: "Feng!"
A hint of cold murderous intent flashed across his charming face. The heavy snow stopped in an instant. All the red snowflakes condensed into a piece of red ice crystals. The hundreds of attacking cursed warriors also turned into ice sculptures in one breath.
Their eyes were full of disbelief.
"Poof!" As soon as the super ice forbidden spell was cast, Yu Haoxuan spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then his body slowly fell into the Dead Sea below like a kite with its string broken.