(ps; it's over soon. Liu Xia has been thinking unconsciously about the ups and downs of the past year, and will be stunned for a long time, so it has some impact on the update... To be honest, I really can't let this book end, but if it doesn't end, the new book that has been conceived cannot be opened; Liu Xia can keep writing without paying, but also want to gain recognition from more people. When a book friend writes a very good review, he can always make Liu Xia happy for several days. I feel so miserable, and I'm typing.)

With a few clangs, the golden war god-like angel stood on the edge of the steps, leaning on his own sword, waiting for the arrival of weak time.

A group of pale-haired old men were surrounded by Comrade Wang Xiaofeng, and he was deeply curious about this golden look. After Wang Xiaofeng killed the demon, the entire space suddenly stabilized. Elder Guangming said that it was this red-skinned high-level demon who had been impacting the seal. The impact of the past has almost exhausted his power and was easily defeated by the Archbishop.

In other words, Wang Xiaofeng inexplicably killed a boss of the Hell Demon King level in an instant. The point is that there is no equipment or experience output...

Who else? A comrade was roaring in his heart, of course, no one could hear it except the golden light on him. Wang Xiaofeng also wanted to leave now, but the feeling of weakness of using the angel guardian made him feel scared, especially since he came so violently this time, he didn't want to use this state to rush on his way.

Moreover, Amy's meridians were chaotic just now, and his qi and blood were reversed. To be precise, he suffered the backlash of the Great Prophecy, which made him feel uneasy to leave, so he simply observed it here for a while.

Li Sanmo's ghost plot is not a good person, and he can really pit the fleet he has built up with hard work? It shouldn't be decisive, and the subsequent player fleet must have gathered. The World Association has never been fighting alone, and it will never be fighting alone when the wind passes. There are countless bloody men in China.

It is true that there are more negative reports in today's society, but we can regard these as bad habits that exist in every society. Many people always like to show the social status of "civilized countries" in European and American countries as dogmatic counterattacks of ancient countries. But the place where they compare them will always be the birthplace of some perverted murderers.

How many people really have experienced the examples of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Law... Go back to the point.

When Wang Xiaofeng's golden light faded away, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and the suffocation pressured his nostrils, causing him to open his mouth and breathe.

The old people around quickly surrounded him and carried him to the hall with all their might and placed him next to the Spirit Spring. The Spirit Spring is not only the entrance to seal the demon gate, but also the best area to help magicians recover their magic power. Although the spring water formed by the rich nine-type magic elements cannot be drunk, it is also a good thing to feel the evaporation of elements next to them.

Amy sat next to the Spirit Spring, and was supported by Kemier. Her pale face gradually soothed. This backlash was not a big deal, and at most she vomited some blood. Wang Xiaofeng was also carried to Amy, and she couldn't sit steadily and lay directly on the ground. Amy reached out to help him, and was also taken to fall back to Kemier's arms at the same time. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Wang Xiaofeng's weakness is a skill punishment mechanism, and it cannot be restored by any prop. If there are really recovered props, wouldn't Wang Xiaofeng be invincible? However, the mental power consumed by the advanced war angel guard reached 100,000, which made Wang Xiaofeng a little depressed. He could only use it again next time. He planned to take a break and go back to the Holy Light City to collect some light mental power so that he could use it when fighting on the battlefield for two hours.

Yes, for two hours, Wang Xiaofeng's skill cooldown is two hours, and the effect of weakness is also two hours, and the total attributes are reduced by 90%... It is basically a state of being poked and killed by someone.

"The power of the seal is getting less and less, and we are still better here, but the ancient elves guarded by the Pope said that the situation is worrying."

"The sudden explosion of demonic power is too terrifying. It is the magic tide that is being sealed for this month. We have nothing to do with it."

"I hope there will be no trouble. There will be two and a half years left before the prediction, so there should be no trouble."

Wang Xiaofeng listened to the words of the old guys, turned his head and looked at Amy. While there were not many people around him, he turned his head and said lightly in her ear, making Amy blush and push him away.

"This boy," Old Tuss smiled, and Garfield, who was standing beside him, showed relief.

The sound in the stone hall paused, and Wang Xiaofeng also looked up at his head. The round dark ball seemed to tremble.

Come again? Your sister, I knew I had left just now. Wang Xiaofeng was in tears. Didn’t he mean that the demon king who was attacking the seal was killed by his brave self? Why was there still trembling?

A group of old men quickly rushed to their original position, and Kemier hugged him and Amy and flew towards the palace gate, and the entire stone hall was busy.

"Now, I can't get out again," Wang Xiaofeng sighed, but smiled at Amy who wanted to comfort him. "It's just right that I can't get out. I can stay here for you all the time. Let them be busy with the outside."

"Well," Amy smiled, sometimes she smiled like Qiuyue.

Wang Xiaofeng was a little dazed, and an old magician shout came from the hall, which made him come to his senses.

"It's not ours, it's the ancient elf realm! The seal of the ancient elf realm has been broken!"

"How could it be? There is not the Pope who guards himself there, and the First Saint is in charge! Oh no, our attack is a cover, and the main force of the Demon Legion's march over there!"

"Seventy-two Saints!" Old Tus stood up and shouted loudly, wishing that more than sixty old men stood up around the Spirit Spring, and just now died in the hands of the demon. "We will support the ancient elf realm immediately. Please be sure to guard this place and do not let the demon have any opportunity to take advantage of. Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 60 old men turned into holy lights and shot towards the entrances and exits of the stone cave space.

"Kimier, send me over, I'll take care of myself on the road." Amy whispered, Wang Xiaofeng also wanted to follow, but Amy told Kimier to throw it away. "You don't have any combat power now, don't go over and die."

"Okay," Wang Xiaofeng did not insist, for no reason. He heard that the old pope was there, and when he thought about the towering ancient tree, he was not worried. Moreover, from the words of these old guys, he could summarize the changes in the system plot. This time it was just a pre-conflict. Before level 90, the game would never open the plot of the hell demon.

The computing power of the system master is absolutely unquestionable.

"Who can send me a ride and let me go above the City of Holy Light."

"I'll give you it," Garfield stood up and showed a kind smile at Wang Xiaofeng. "I think there are few people who are more professional than me in space teleportation."

But if you teleport, you will feel like you are tearing all over, and if you teleport, your beautiful mentors will feel warm and professional.

"Thank you," Wang Xiaofeng showed a sincere smile.

To collect the mind power, Wang Xiaofeng just rode the unicorn in the sky of the Holy Light City, and then let the priests of the arbitration office go to the street to declare and urge the faith of light, and there will be countless mind power values ​​coming immediately.

Wang Xiaofeng yawned, letting Xiaohua swirl in the sky, and he temporarily left the offline and rested. It was really uncomfortable to face the effect of weakness. After going online for more than half an hour, the effect of weakness would be almost gone.

"Husband, I made some soup. Do you want to try it?"

"That must be tasted, my wife is becoming more and more virtuous, and life is full of light and love."

"Husband, what do we do if we stop playing games one day?"

"Give birth," Wang Xiaofeng replied solemnly, lowering his head and tasting the soup that cannot be said of the name or taste. "It is best to raise a son and a daughter by himself, and his son will find a relative with good genes to marry him."

Qiuyue couldn't help but chuckled, and a comrade smiled and sighed: "The best love for his son is not material enjoyment and spiritual education, but finding him a beautiful wife when he was young and busy."

"You," Qiuyue pointed Wang Xiaofeng's forehead coquettishly, "What should I do if my daughter!"

"It's normal for a daughter to raise her and get married again. It's normal for her to get in and out of the house." Wang Xiaofeng joked and asked instead: "How is the negotiation going?"

"No problem, I signed it as the leader. And as their final concession, I need your ten signature photos."
Chapter completed!