Chapter six hundred and seventy six: Divine beast strikes
"Oracle, where are you going?"
The gloomy voice of the leader of Immortality came from behind. The oracle leader felt that her scalp was numb, and her whole body seemed to be immersed in cold water. She almost instinctively mobilized the mind power in the sea of consciousness, but the usual pounding
The mind power that was as vast as the sea was like a pool of stagnant water today. No matter how hard she pushed it, it didn't move at all.
"Master, my subordinates have no faults!"
The oracle's face was pale, and her telekinesis had been cut off. She was now a weak woman without the strength to restrain a chicken. Facing the leader of the Immortality who could not resist even the leader of the light, she could only submit and beg for mercy. The leader of the Immortality burst out laughing.
, there is a trace of heroism in the face that has regained its youth, and such a smile is actually very good-looking.
It's just that his hands are not as beautiful as the expression on his face. The leader of the longevity cultivator puts one hand around the Oracle's slender waist, and the other hand goes around the back of the neck. The Oracle's face is pale.
Bai, he heard an unsettling gasping sound in his ears, and only heard a "Oops" sound. Oracle's whole body tensed up instantly, and his eyes looked at his chest in extreme surprise and disbelief.
The leader she had worshiped for decades, who was known as the most merciful person in the world, actually blasphemed one of the three oracles in the sky chariot surrounded by the immortal army. The oracle couldn't help but tremble.
The hands that reached into her arms seemed to be covered with barbs, and every touch caused great harm to her.
"It's been thirty years?"
The leader of the Immortality Cult clung to the Oracle tightly, holding her waist firmly with one hand, while the other hand was brutally torturing the pair of jade peaks in the Oracle's arms.
, the oracle was ashamed and frightened, staring ahead with dull eyes. The leader of Changsheng showed a greedy smile and licked the oracle's delicate and lovely ears. The oracle shook suddenly and suddenly came back to his senses.
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"Leader, no"
The Oracle suddenly remembered the scene when she was elected as one of the three leaders of the Immortal Cult. At that time, it was also in a magnificent palace. She stood out from the many disciples of the Oracle Academy and saw the legendary figure for the first time.
The leader of the church, the oracle at that time completely regarded this person as her whole life
She could only look up at the place of admiration. She was inexplicably excited as she watched him put down the first silver crown on her head. She still remembered how she kissed the back of his hand with tears of joy, but she could not have imagined that thirty
Years later, this person would actually do these things that she could never imagine.
"I've been a virgin for thirty years. It's really hard on you."
The leader of Changsheng became more and more presumptuous, and his hands were no longer satisfied with stroking across the chest. He slowly pulled out his palms, and then with a sudden force, the gorgeous robe was immediately torn open from the middle, and the pale pink satin was smeared
A pair of extremely alluring peaches wrapped around his chest jumped out, and the strange atmosphere suddenly became fragrant and extremely gorgeous. With greed in his eyes, the leader of the longevity cultivator pressed harder, and the oracle was turned around by him.
This is a woman with a beautiful appearance. Although she is not the most beautiful woman in the country, she can still be regarded as beautiful and fragrant. Especially since she has been in a high position all year round, her natural graceful appearance and inviolability are very attractive.
Take a sip of saliva, God
Yu was well maintained, and she was a virgin, with skin like snow and a light fragrance. When the gorgeous robe was torn open, the plump peaches holding countless temptations trembled slightly, and there was an irrepressible wave.
The semen shot up from the Changsheng Cult Master’s lower abdomen to the top of his head.
"Leader, no"
Oracle bit her lip. The long hair that she always combed meticulously on weekdays was already a little messy. The sweat from nervousness stuck her bangs to her cheeks. Coupled with the blush due to fear, the long hair was directly tied to Changsheng.
The leader's vagina was aroused to the extreme
, that evil hand fiercely covered the pale pink breast wrap. The silk satin breast wrap was of good quality, slightly cool with a touch of smoothness. There was a trace of eagerness in the eyes of the leader of the Immortality Cult, and his fingers grabbed the edge of the breast wrap.
, and then withdrew violently.
"Replying to the leader, something bad is going on!"
At the moment when the snow-white and plump double peaks popped up, an anxious message suddenly came from outside the door. The leader of the Immortal Cult reached the top. His eyes wanted to eat the oracle. After a slight pause, his reason finally won.*
*, the Immortal Cult Leader is the Immortal Cult Leader after all. Although he was already burning with desire, he felt the fear and uneasiness of the messenger from the voice of the messenger, so he stopped.
"Just wait here for me to come back."
The leader of the Immortality Cult touched the delicate chin of the oracle's leader, kissed the pink and white cheek, then his expression suddenly changed, and he regained his solemn and sacred feeling, and walked out with a leisurely pace.
"What's up?"
The leader of the Immortality Cult came out, and the messenger outside the door was subconsciously stunned, because according to common sense, he had to go in to report, how could the leader come out in person to ask, "What's the matter, tell me quickly!"
The leader of Changsheng frowned, and the person who reported the message was shocked. Only then did he react and hurriedly knelt down. He was about to kiss the tips of the leader of Changsheng's boots, but the leader of Changsheng stopped him extremely impatiently and asked in a cold voice: "What?
Something is not going right, please tell me quickly!"
"The leader of Guangmu sent someone to convey the news that a magical beast was released from that sect!"
The messenger said tremblingly, and the leader of the Changsheng Cult suddenly glared and said angrily: "This is not the first time that magic beasts have appeared in the world. What is there to be afraid of?"
He thought that something terrible had happened, and he even put aside his attempt to pass the Battle God level, but he didn't expect that it was such a news. Seeing the leader of the Changsheng Cult, the messenger was so angry that his legs softened and he knelt down.
He fell to the ground, his shoulders were shaking, and his face was very pale and he shouted in a hissing voice:
"Leader, it's not a monster, it's a group of monsters. Our knights can no longer withstand it."
"What?"
The anger of the Immortal Leader was instantly replaced by doubts and shocks. A group of magical beasts? Even the knights can't resist it. How powerful must these magical beasts be? Besides, where did this Dao sect get the magical beasts from?
"Start!"
The leader of the Changsheng Cult kicked away the frightened messenger. With the sleeves of his robe swung in a hurry, he hurriedly walked towards the top of the Sky Chariot. That was the best viewing angle from which he could see everything on the battlefield.
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A dozen elite guardian knights stayed on the top floor. When the leader of the longevity cult came in, their faces were all pale, and their eyes were full of fear. The leader of the longevity priest glared at them a few times with suspicion and anger, and he was almost there.
Looking out the window, even though he had lived half his life, he was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.
I saw dozens of behemoths galloping on the vast plains of King's Landing. Those extremely tall monsters were often more than ten meters tall. Even the most elite members of the Knights were like weak ants in front of them. They were golden, violent, and greedy.
Blood, the leader of Changsheng took a quick look at these huge
The most conspicuous thing among the creatures is a golden beast with hair hanging on the ground. It has a sharp horn on its body-like head. Every impact is accompanied by a destructive energy field. The Immortal Cult Master has a look on his face.
After a while, he murmured: "Golden beast, this is the beast tribe!"
"Move the prayer group in front of the chariot!"
The leader of the Changsheng Cult turned his head and shouted at the attendant who was following him. The attendant in plain white clothes nodded hurriedly, turned around and ran out.
"Well, Ling Feng, you actually got together with the orcs. The remnants of the Pylon will definitely give you a bad death!"
The leader of the Immortal Cult gnashed his teeth and cursed secretly, but the reality in front of him was stimulating him every moment. Those war beasts that were running around and trampling on were all eighth-level and ninth-level mythical beasts.
The power of human beings is as small as flies in front of these behemoths. Not to mention the ordinary knights of the Immortality Cult, even the spiritually trained fighters cannot find any favors in such a scene.
Although the eighth and ninth levels in Warcraft correspond to the galactic fighting masters and galactic fighting saints among humans, that is only relative, and the relative here is only based on energy as the benchmark. Compared with the real strength, the human galactic fighting saints simply cannot
Defeat the ninth-level beast, because any eighth-level or ninth-level beast is a behemoth with a length of tens of meters and a height of tens of feet. Only the human body is so big. Even after the energy is offset, it can be easily defeated by a competition of strength.
Crushed to death dozens of times.
The only difference between the two is that the number of Galaxy Fighting Saints among humans is much greater than that of Warcraft, and in terms of the cultivation process, humans are somewhat more stable than high-level Warcraft. After all, most Warcraft are brave and fierce, and high-level.
The level of monsters is constantly killing each other, and very few of them can survive to become divine beasts.
"Master, the prayer team is already in place."
The sweaty entourage ran back again, and it only took a few minutes for the leader of Changsheng to nod his head, walk to the window, take a deep breath, and then said in a long voice: "Use the sky as your eyes, and the earth as your eyes."
For my ears, bless the halo of heaven and earth, and bless me with my great cause of eternal life!"
Words that sounded like mantras floated to the ears of the prayer group in front of the Cloud Chariot. The prayer group is an extremely mysterious force in the Immortality Religion. They are all composed of high-level priests. They are the most capable people in the Immortality Religion.
A secret weapon to enhance combat power, hundreds of praying priests wearing golden and white robes chanted loudly.
The chanting sound was like the chorus of tens of thousands of Sanskrit voices. Light and peace suddenly slipped through the empty night. An indescribable tranquility instantly swept across the battlefield. Ling Feng, who was on the side of the Dao Zong battle line, suddenly had a cluster of eyebrows, because
Under his gaze, a huge circle of light appeared in his sight
, the halo of light came along the horizon and swept through all the knights of the Immortality Cult within the outer gate of Dao Sect. In the blink of an eye, the knights who were scattered by the divine beasts seemed to have been suddenly injected with chicken blood, and they howled.
They all rushed back with shouts. It was originally a collapsed situation, but they were instantly counterattacked.
"Where is the blade?"
There was a hint of murderous intent in Ling Feng's eyebrows, and the blade in a black cloak appeared like a ghost, "My subordinate is here!"
"I order you to lead all the disciples of Shatang to destroy the prayer group!"
"This is your order!" Blade cupped his fists with both hands, and then pulled out a one-inch long wooden flute from his waist. The flute made a hoarse sound in the night. Before long, hundreds of Blade assassins stood on the scene.