Versatile Mage Chapter 683: A bone mountain at the foot!
The old ladder was wet with rain, and several muddy footprints hurriedly stepped on it.
The entire inner city is not only surrounded by the undead army, but also trapped by impenetrable by Leng Yu and darkness. People want to see the dawn, but they are afraid of its arrival.
How long has passed, no one has a conclusion. The clock on the clock tower has been deliberately covered, and no one wants to watch a death countdown.
A pair of flame wings flew back to the clock tower from a distance. The figure under the wings almost fell to railing on the platform of the clock tower. Zuo Feng and Yao Nan saw it, and hurriedly went up to help him.
"Representative Zhu Meng, are you okay?" Zuo Feng asked.
"We lost." Zhu Meng's eyes were dull, and even his voice was a little bit heavy.
"Colossal Corpse ... Isn't it even you guys?" Zuo Feng glanced at a distance, and as a result, the black rogue could not see anything clearly, but a heart-paving roar came from outside.
Zhu Meng was lying there halfway. His leg injury made it difficult for him to stand up. The flaming wings behind him, the thunder armor was unrecognizable, and the big Representative with high weight has become a defeat. General, there is no fighting spirit in his eyes.
"They ... how?" Zhu Meng asked.
Now Zhu Meng is most concerned about Mo Fan and a few of them, this time there are many people who go out, but they can really come back but not even half of them, Zhu Meng saw with their own eyes the strongest army Si Yao The court was killed by the corpse of the mountain on a hill.
His Zhu Meng was the last batch of retreats, but he did n’t know how many people survived the terrible killing of Colossal Corpse.
The power of Colossal Corpse is far beyond their imagination, even without Demonic Abyss drift, this Colossal Corpse will flatten the inner city.
"I help you, watch it for yourself." Zuo Feng slowly lifted Zhu Meng up.
Zhu Meng was a little puzzled. At this time, Yao Nan pointed to the Xie Sang beside him, and explained to him the evil eye bronze mirror.
"Hahahahaha ~~~~~~ You are really ridiculous. You put all your bets on those little ghosts!" An unpleasant laughter came from above.
Zhu Meng looked up, staring with disgust at the Hu Jin big Deacon Mu He bound under the bell tower.
Mu He is laughing wildly, laughing like a full-fledged goblin is peeping at other people ’s sad tears, treacherous, cunning, and the twisted face is full of the incurable madness of Black Church.
Death is very irrelevant to Mu He. He has been dormant for so many years just for today ’s grand ceremony. If the grand ceremony is completed, even if he is dead, it is just a physical death, and the soul will enter with countless merit In the immortal court of Black Church, enjoy the same treatment as the **** of heaven!
He Muhe killed so many people today, including those who bleed to death in Bocheng, and all his soul will escape into the immortal court and become his slave to Muhe. Become a king, others can only surrender!
Now he has nothing to do, just wait for the mortal body to be destroyed, he will immediately ascend into his "paradise".
"This maniac, killing him is not enough to vent his anger!" Yao Nan glanced at Mu He and said fiercely.
Zhu Meng ignored him and stared into the evil eye bronze mirror.
A purple-black lightning appeared in the evil eye bronze mirror, and dazzling lines of lightning spread across the ground. Between thunder and lightning, Mo Fan was like a lone boat waving in a white violent storm, the hull It has been severely damaged and will sink at any time.
Zhu Meng looked at this scene, but those gloomy eyes were full of shock!
"These ... these ... was killed by him ??" Zhu Meng said with a trembling voice.
"Well, they fell into the Gate of Death room." Zuo Feng said.
"He alone ... killed so many?"
The bones are everywhere, and they are transformed into a long carpet of bones, spread out somehow.
And in the most central position of the bone carpet, there is a shocking ridge of bone mountains, skull heads, skeleton limbs, skeleton bodies, ribs, breast bones, leg bones, phalanges, jaw bones ... these are messy piles Together, they formed a bone mountain, scary and scary! !
The body is standing on the bone mountain with flame Mo Fan. The precious Black Snake Armor is now incomplete, and the protected head slipped down with a striking bright red, passing over the eyebrows and across the cheeks. Drop by drop ...
At a glance, he is already the end of a strong crossbow, and he can be blown off by a gust of wind standing on the unstable bone pile mountain.
Instead of a Mage with ordinary willpower, the eyes should be closed, and then planted into this pile of bones to sleep forever.
But he was still standing, his black eyes so tired that he was still forcing a little light.
"Zhu Meng, it's great that you can come back ..."
Several footsteps sounded in the back, and the top executives who went to the ready escape plan came back to gather here one after another, including Han Ji and the Mysterious Society white men.
Ling Xi, Chu Jia, Lu Xu, Feijiao and others have recovered some, they will be the main force in the escape plan, leading a small number of people alive.
The mysterious gray man saw Zhu Meng standing blankly in front of the evil eye bronze mirror, knowing his mood, and walked up and patted his shoulder, sighing, "They have done a lot for us and for this city Do a lot, they should have been on the list of plans, but they died in the tomb for more than two thousand years ... "
"Yeah, Zhu Meng, don't be sad, looking forward is the most important thing." Feijiao also came to comfort Zhu Meng.
"Besieged by a skeleton group, alas ..."
"He ... they are not dead." Zhu Meng, who had been languishing for a long time, uttered such a sentence.
The words of Zhu Meng made everyone stunned.
Not dead? ?
Impossible, how long has it passed, not to mention a few intermediate Mage, even High-Order Mage has been dead for several rounds.
"You guys watch it!" Zhu Meng pointed to the evil eye bronze mirror.
At this time, everyone was back around, and the bone mountain shocked by precisely Zhu Meng at first sight! !
Bone Mountain rises, Mo Fan stands there, and there are flames burning on his palms, countless skeletons climb up the bone mountain, and the Mo Fan´s flames crush them one by one.
Everyone can see that Mo Fan is exhausted, but when these high-level executives find that he is stepping on a huge bone mountain under his feet, his eyes are starting to get wet.
He is not dead yet!
He is not dead yet! !
This group of people gave up the slightest expectation of him early. Who can think that after such a long time, he still lives in that Gate of Death.
The unyielding and loneliness of this heart depends on so many corpses, such a bone mountain can be fully reflected!