Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 76: Another Sanctuary powerhouse

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Ron had deep hatred in his eyes. Seeing Walton's gaze, he stared at him without flinching.

"Is it him?"

"Isn't it? It's him? That fool who rewarded twenty gold coins in one go?"

"A ten-year-old kid, unexpectedly alarmed the holy see of the Holy See? Impossible?"

The mercenaries saw Ron stand up, and their eyes were a little surprised. They would never think that a teenager who was still like a child would actually be the powerhouse of the sanctuary who went out to apprehend him. Look at him. As if there was some kind of deep hatred.

"Finally found you, Ron!"

Wharton's mouth has a slight smile, "I thought you would stay like a tortoise forever."

Ron took a deep breath, looked at Walton up and down, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Wharton smiled, "It's very simple, put down your weapons, surrender with your hands, go back with us, and accept the verdict of the court..."

"Accept the verdict of your court? Haha..." Ron grinned, and after the laughter stopped, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why? On what basis can you determine the life and death of a person? , I have practiced undead magic, but on what basis do you rule that a person who practices undead magic is a heresy!"

At this time, the mercenaries suddenly realized that the Holy See was here to hunt down heretics. No wonder it was so laborious, but for a Necromancer, it seemed to be a fuss.

Some mercenaries looked at Ron’s eyes with sympathy, and thought, “What’s wrong with this guy? He has learned the most unwelcome magic of the undead, and offends the Holy See. It's not useful yet, it's so stupid!"

Wharton's face sank, and he was about to take action to teach Ron. He never liked to talk nonsense to the enemy. When he was about to do it, a person next to him suddenly jumped out.

"Bold!"

Diallo's tone was high, "What right do you **** heresy have to talk to Lord Wharton in such a tone!"

After speaking, he turned around and bowed to Wharton, "Master Wharton, please allow me to take action and teach this ignorant fellow!"

Wharton thought for a while, smiled faintly, and nodded gently, "Go, maybe don't come back to see me!"

Diallo was overjoyed. Wharton’s statement gave him a chance to do meritorious service. He knew very well what it meant to be credited at this time. He hurriedly said, "My grace, please!"

Wharton was noncommittal, went to a table next to him, and sat down leisurely.

There was a smirk on Diallo’s face. He slowly drew a gold-level two-handed long sword from the space bag, and said in his mouth, "Humble, dirty, lowly heresy, you will die in our Under the sword of Yalor! And this mercenary station will be your burial place!"

Ron is fine, but Huo Meilin in the soul ring blows his lungs. "Humble? Dirty? Inferior? When the Scourge Church was rampant in Omros, the Holy See didn't know where? This guy actually Dare to speak up in front of me?"

Huo Meilin was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He was most uncomfortable with the great undead magic that others looked down upon.

"Boom--" There was a sound. At this time, Diallo burst into flames, and the flames were burning. He looked like a fire man. Behind him, slowly opened Two huge wings made of flames were opened and flapped gently.

"Flame Wings! This guy is a master-level powerhouse?" A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the onlookers. The strength of the Holy See was indeed unfathomable. Anyone who came out was a master-level.

Dialor, a mid-level great swordsman, cultivates flame fighting spirit. His attacks carry fiery heat. Even in the place where the Holy See is as strong as clouds, there are few opponents.

Diallo seemed to be showing off on purpose, spreading the two flame wings to the maximum, and looking at Ron's slightly pale face, he was very proud.

"Huh! Just a master-level powerhouse! I will let him get down in three minutes!" Huo Meilin snorted dissatisfiedly. "Ron, your body is too weak. I can't beat the strong man in the sanctuary, but it's not like playing with that guy. You get out and let me come! I have to teach him this time! Let him know the undead The magic is amazing!"

Homelin said angrily.

Before Ron could say, then Wharton frowned, "Don't play, he will go back soon after you clean up!"

"Yes! Your lord!" Diallo's heart stunned. He knew that he had overplayed his head, and he was dissatisfied with Lord Wharton. He raised his head, looked at Ron, smiled, and his whole body rose into the sky.

"Rising...in the air? He...he can fly!" Ron was a little panicked.

"It's nothing, the masters can fly!" Huo Meilin said in a deep voice, "He is about to attack!"

"Success to death!"

Diallo's eyes were brilliant, his body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards Ron.

The opponent's sword carried a powerful flame power. Ron felt his body hot, as if he was about to burn. The powerful power made him feel suffocated.

Ron knew that he was not good, he chanted a spell and desperately propped up the bone shield, intending to block Dialor's powerful blow.

It was too late. It was fast. At this time, a force suddenly came first and stopped in front of Ron.

"Boom——"

Diallo didn't have time to close, and the two-handed sword slammed out, and the force met with the force, making a huge roar.

A powerful force surged out, and Diallo was taken aback. This force was so powerful that he was far beyond his imagination. As soon as he touched it, he was shaken back.

"What?"

Diallo's eyes widened, with an incredible look in his eyes. At this time, he saw clearly that the powerful force was only coming from a small thing, and that little thing was- A chicken bone, a chicken bone that has been gnawed.

Only a chicken bone actually forced a master-level power back.

Diallo’s flame vindictiveness was shaken and diverged, and he stepped back for a few steps. He raised his head, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of Diallo’s eyes flashed. The look of horror, the strength of the Necromancer, is actually so powerful?

At this moment, Wharton behind him stood up with a "whh--", a solemn look appeared on his face, his eyes flashed sharply, "I don't know which sanctuary powerhouse is driving. Come, please come out for a while!"

"Sanctuary powerhouse?" Ron was stunned. Besides a sanctuary powerhouse in Wharton, there are other sanctuary powerhouses here.

Huo Meilin smiled slightly and said slowly, "It's the old drunkard, he did it!"

"It's him?" Ron's eyes fell on the old drunkard who had just bought twenty gold coins. He rubbed his eyes with an unbelievable expression, "He is the strong man in the sanctuary?" It doesn’t look like it at all!"

In Ron’s mind, the sanctuary powerhouse should be like Wharton, strong and domineering, and looks like the world is not in the eyes, but this old drunk dressed like a beggar, It doesn't look very powerful at all.

The corners of Huo Meilin's lips were tilted, and a smile appeared, "The words Sanctuary Strong are not written on his face. That guy has the ability to restrain his breath. If he didn't do it, even me May not be able to tell!"

Homilyn continued, "I just don't know what his purpose is. If he can help you, you can avoid this storm!"

Ron was astonished. "You mean that old drunkard is stronger than the Holy See's Wharton?"

Huo Meilin did not answer directly, "You will know by looking at it!"

The entire mercenary station was quiet. Under Wharton’s invisible murderous gaze, the hearts of all the mercenaries kept beating. They didn’t dare to breathe for fear of anger. Angry the sanctuary strong.

But when he heard that there was still a strong sanctuary here, my heart was even more shocked.

Two sanctuary powerhouses!

In the continent of Noah, there are many cultivators, but there are only a handful of people who have become strong in the sanctuary. Normal cultivators may not be able to see one in their lives, but in the small kingdom of Babalin, a remote mercenary station In, two appeared at once.

Diallo was still a little unconvinced, but when Wharton yelled out the words "Sanctuary Strong", he suddenly wilted, and there was no fighting spirit. He gave him a hundred courage and did not dare to follow the Holy Spirit. The domain powerhouse did it. He knew that if the other party was willing, the little chicken bone just now was enough to take his life. Now that he can live, it can be seen that it is the result of the opponent's mercy.

Diallo quickly stepped aside. In the current situation, one more thing he said was an act of seeking death. Diallo is very smart, he will not be so stupid.

Wharton's gaze slowly swept across these mercenaries. At this time, his gaze paused, his body tightened suddenly, and a murderous intent was suddenly released.

"It's you?" Wharton asked in a deep voice with his eyes fixed.

"Hey!" The old drunkard stood up with a grin, reached out his hand and patted the dust on his body and said to Walton, "I was recognized by you, it's not fun at all!"

The old drunkard stood up suddenly, with a gleam of light in his eyes, he straightened his body, a look of drunkenness appeared spontaneously.

Although the old drunkard is dressed in ragged clothes, he can't hide the temperament of being a strong man. His hands hang down naturally, with a faint smile on his face. Wharton's clumsy and compelling Strong momentum, can not cause any influence on him.

The mercenary station was so quiet that you could hear a needle falling, and all the mercenaries were shocked. This old man who has been begging for drinks and drinks here every day for months is actually a strong man in the sanctuary. ? If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.

Some people who refuse to give money are worried.

Wharton's gaze is like a sharp sword, and he shoots the old drunk man directly. He gritted his teeth and asked every word, "You—who—"

"Who am I?" The old drunk man chuckled, "I lived in seclusion for a long time, and only recently came out and walked around. I am afraid not many people remember who I am, even I almost forgot my name! "

Speaking, he smiled faintly, "My name is-Corbett Gibusin..."