The brighter the fire, the black clouds rolled, like a meteor falling in the sky. A hidden force made the light and dark figure in the mid-air stop at the same time, and focused on looking at the source of the fire reflected in the black clouds.

"Ah! The power of the origin!" The demon roared, and for some reason he was going to face the fire. The beautiful mentor snorted coldly, and the King's Staff was lifted up, and a golden arc of light slashed down vertically, like a thunder, knocking the demon's body straight downwards.

Puff! The fire rushes into the dark prison and lands straight in front of Wang Xiaofeng, and the fire waves brought about scattering. Fortunately, Wang Xiaofeng hugged his head in time, otherwise his eyebrows would be burned.

However, Wang Xiaofeng's gaze never left the center of the fire, nor did he feel any murderous intent or hostility. Instead, a faint warmth came from his chest.

The long silver-white hair fluttered, and the jade-like body reflected the flying sparks around. The nightgown on her body had been burned clean by the violent friction of the air. The close-fitting little shirt made a dad feel hot...

With a shout, a comrade's movement was very fast. The invisible cloak passed through the air and directly wrapped the person's body. "If you don't wear more clothes when you come out at night, what should you do if you encounter bad millet?"

"Oh," Ke Mier stuck out her tongue, raised her feet and looked at Wang Xiaofeng's forehead carefully. She didn't know what she saw in the end, and her face felt relieved.

"Strength! The power belongs only to mine!"

The demon rushed over the ground again while roaring, but was controlled by a light slap and imprisoned on the ground. The strange laughter of the tsk rose again, and a stream of black gas hit the shackles of the light slap, helping the demon break the barrier of the light.

The old guy was hiding somewhere, as if he was playing with them, or he didn't take any action.

Amy's figure pounced back in front of Wang Xiaofeng, and reached out to protect the young man and woman behind him. The beautiful mentor suddenly raised his head, and a ray of light burst out from his fair neck, as dazzling as the sunlight at noon, and an amazing sacred aura filled the dark cage.

She seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, with the thin wings behind her, and the half of the scepter in her hand was golden and depressed, and only holiness.

Amy's voice suddenly sounded in the hearts of the two of them. She blessed the magnificent sacred breath with her all her might, performing an ancient ritual of light, and her raised face was full of piety. "I want to completely purify this demon, Kumier, and leave with the wind."

"I don't," Ke Mier's soft answer made Wang Xiaofeng slightly stunned. Wang Xiaofeng looked at Ke Mier, and the silver hair and the cloak wrapped around him were dancing on his own without wind, with a faint red light flashing.

He took two steps forward gently, but floated strangely in front of the demon. The little white jade-like hand popped out under the cloak and grabbed the horns of the demon who was imprisoned by the holy light. "This kind of power belongs only to me."

"Kimier!"

Wang Xiaofeng's shouting made Ke Mier's movement pause, and he stood there with his hand stretching out, and his lower head seemed to be thinking about something.

Then I heard a strange laugh from the soul priest. The black air that hit the prison of the holy light divided a small stream and quietly penetrated into Kemier's body. The silver-haired girl snorted lowly, her whole body trembled slightly, and her outstretched hand fell down weakly, but it was still suspended in the air.

With a ping-down sound, the demon wrapped in black gas finally broke through the barrier of the light prison. The black gas around instantly merged into the demon's body, causing its body to expand again.

Bang! Kemier's body, which was struggling and trembling, was pushed away by the demon, and shot straight towards Amy, who was shrouded in the holy light.

The feeling of satisfaction filled with power made the demon Gao Cong roar constantly. But then, its movements stopped and followed Ke Mier's figure flying backwards. "Origin! I want your power!"

"Be careful!" Wang Xiaofeng wanted to cross the mentor to catch Kemier's body, but was gently bounced away by the holy light around Amy. It seemed that Kemier unconsciously collided with Amy, and was consumed by the layers of holy light that suddenly burst out.

Amy seemed to be controlling the operation of the holy light, and Kemier landed steadily at her feet. With the illumination of the holy light, she could see Kemier's little face, which closed her eyes, showing a look of pain, and the trembling body was still visible through the wide cloak.

The figure of the demon rushed towards him was extremely fast, but the target was Kemier by Amy's feet. Wang Xiaofeng's chest burned and took out the red necklace while grinning, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Light is both love and justice, and justice and sacred."

Amy's figure suddenly floated, and the demon's body rushed towards him seemed to be trapped in a mud, and his movements were slowed down infinitely. Holy lights as thick as hair appeared out of thin air, tangled into thick ropes, locking the demon's body firmly in the air more than ten meters away.

The dark aura was purified by a hint of holy light, and the demon struggled in pain, but struggled in vain.

"The holy light is both light and warmth, and also battle and punishment."

A pure white light beam broke through the layers of the sky curtain of the dead sky, completely covering Amy's floating figure. In the light beam, you could hear the angels singing, you could see the elves waving their wings flying, and you could also see the pure barefoot girl praying beside the holy pool.

Kemier's figure was also wrapped by the light column shot down, while Wang Xiaofeng's figure rushed over was bounced away by the holy light. A comrade was immediately full of fear. He was at least considered the player's first holy light priest and the closed disciple of the ninth holy saint. His inner purity was also recognized by the elf, but today he was always ruthlessly rejected by the holy light.

The demon struggled in horror, but still could not remove the light on his body. He wanted to roar and his bloody mouth was sealed by the holy light.

"In the name of light, the deity is the light, and the holy light is eternal."

A pure white light beam broke through the black fog, and enveloped the demon's body directly under the old man's curse and the demon's fear. The black air in the city was constantly mobilized and blocked, but was directly purified by the light beam.

"Damn it! It's actually a great prophecy! You have mastered the great prophecy!" The roar of the soul priest shocked Wang Xiaofeng's spirit. The figure floating in the sky was actually releasing the ultimate holy light move? The shooting system that was directly pulled out began to record in the background.

The light wire broke and the demon growled, but its limbs were as stiff as petrified, suppressed by the white light column and unable to move.

The bombardment of black gas continued, but could not shake the light column at all, while the curse of the soul priest continued. However, facing the great prophecy, which is known as the strongest skill under the gods, his efforts and rescue can be completely ignored.

"God says that those who blaspheme will be punished."

Bai Liang suddenly exploded and was so stunning. Wang Xiaofeng covered his face with his hands, but he still couldn't escape being dazzling by the flash and fell into dizziness and empty space.

The ears were filled with continuous explosions. Suddenly, I felt my body being pulled, and then there was a familiar feeling of suspension. The figure fell into the warm embrace, and the fragrance lingered in the tip of my nose. I reached out to support my body and wanted to stand up, but pressed it to a soft and smooth place.

Hearing a moan in his ear, he lay there and didn't dare to move, but was distracted. When he recovered his vision, he found that he was indeed lying in the mentor's arms, and quickly sat up and sat on the wet grass beside him.

Looking at her slightly undulating chest and black hair scattered in the grass, she was sleeping with a different kind of tranquility.

Kemier was also lying not far away. Wang Xiaofeng confirmed and found that there was nothing serious about the two. The way to judge was to see if there was breathing and heartbeat.

I set up a tent and put on a bedding. This double tent that I had never used since I bought it has played a little role. Wang Xiaofeng rubbed his nose, but it was still fragrant. This time the advantage was huge...

How to treat it? Artificial respiration? It seems to be a good idea.

However, considering the reaction of the beautiful mentor after waking up and the identity of the saint, the little girl thief stood up to defend his sovereignty at the right time. He could only sit between the two women in depression and throw up the healing and healing techniques.

Open the skylight of the tent and looked at the stars and the moonlight in the sky. I don’t know where I am now.

Thinking back to the battle just now, he started to die and die mode from the moment he entered Guvalland. The final light was too dazzling. I wonder if the demon had been completely purified. However, judging from the momentum of the last blow of the mentor Amy, it should have solved the enemy.

Great prophecy is a great great prophecy. I don’t know when or whether it is possible for me to learn this skill. If players learn this skill, the price of using it should be unbearable. This skill, which is famous in legend, is not too powerful...

While thinking about it, Wang Xiaofeng quietly fell asleep leaning against the pillar of the tent. This was really a sleep. It was not the effect of sleeping hope, nor was it the offline sleep, but simply sleeping in the game.

Guvalland, the crumbling defense line was still persisting, and the explosions came from the black clouds continued, but many soldiers were unconscious.

A scream passed through the night sky, and the undead army lined up with neat military formations to attack frantically, and in the dark clouds that retreated like a tide before everyone could react. A shrill shout erupted from the black clouds. I don’t know how much loneliness is, and it can only be so painful and torturous nights that are so resentful.
Chapter completed!