The white flame flashed out of the skeleton magic wand, facing the rapid purple-red fireball. Two extreme flames with different heat and cold collided violently in the air, and two dazzling rising lights burst out. The air caused by the collision
The waves even rolled Roger and others floating in the sky, making it difficult to maintain stability.
The fierce collision remained slightly stagnant for a few seconds. The purple-red fire ball that had originally burst into the sky and heated up the world was completely wrapped in the white flames and began to slow down and shrink.
"Click"
With a crack, the purple-red fire ball was solidified by the white flames and turned into a purple-red ice hockey wrapped in a white crystal coat.
"I x, this old man is too fierce. Any magic will freeze my fireball. The power of the magic god is really not a blow."
Looking at the purple-red ice hockey that had lost the temperature ahead and fell straight downward, Zhang Yunfeng's face turned pale and his heart was trembling. He knew the power of the purple-red fire ball very well, but it was definitely a level nine-level advanced magic, even him
It took a while for them to release them. The other party just freezes the fireball comparable to the level nine magic with just one magic, and it was released instantly. Is the god level really that terrible?
"Compression magic, lifting an ordinary small fireball technique to the level of level nine magic. It seems that I underestimate you." The skeleton magic wand waved and recalled the white flame, Kalibe
Lu looked at Zhang Yunfeng with a smile in front of him, and said in admiration.
"Senior, I'm sorry. Senior, I can just send a magic spell and arrive first. I've frozen my magic. The name of the magic god is truly worthy of it." Facing Kalibelu's praise, Zhang Yunfeng said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Junior, you don't have to put a high hat on me. Even if you tell the sky out of your way today, I will not change my mind and let you live." A cold light flashed in my dark eyes, and Calibelu narrowed his slightness and narrowness.
"Now there are only two roads in front of you, one is to break it by yourself, the other is to fight my old man with one battle, maybe you can survive one or two more.
indefinite"
Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but feel speechless at the undead magic god.
Is there any difference between trying hard and breaking it out on your own?
A group of people with the highest cultivation level but the upper level of the Saint level will fight against a magic god with a terrifying strength and the most bizarre undead magic god. The chance of winning is simply zero. In the words of the earth, it is a suicide
attack.
As for how many people can survive, it is even more impossible.
Not to mention that the undead magic god can summon countless undead army, this is destined to be unable to win by number of people. Moreover, there is a strange monster "The Demon Vine" next to it, which is 'The Demon Vine', which is so undead that it can't be beaten to death. Just by these dozens of them
Not to mention how many people can survive, it will be a problem for everyone to save the entire body.
"Do we have any choice?" Zhang Yunfeng slowly exhaled, smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "One of us is the strongest, not even me.