Chapter 120

At this moment, what comes to mind? Is it the loneliness that is about to fail, or the unwillingness of being trampled under the feet of the enemy?

Neither is true. At this time, what he thought of was the scene of a caged bird: his father was added to the forbidden spell and was in pain every day, but he did not show a painful expression, but drank every day to relieve the pain. His family is imprisoned. He can't take a step out of the compound. Every day, he has to be watched with the same eyes - the high but hypocritical eyes that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

What is the reason why people can be so human-faced and beastly bully their own kind, even if the brothers have strong blood, they still fratricate each other, and even get used to it? Who set the rules and laws in their mouth? The rules of the saints are just their toys. Which one in the heart does not regard power as the law?

His father's eyes on his deathbed were so unwilling that he looked at him with such deep expectations.

On the way forward alone, he was so lonely. The cemetery at night was the place where he struggled alone. Now in the face of such eyes, looking down at him so high, Sancai's heart is as cold as the frost moon, and his blood is frozen. An incomparable cold will filled the deepest part of his heart with incomparable hot anger. His heart roared: From the day I arrived at the Lonely City, I swore that I would never let others trample on my dignity so arrogantly. I swore that I would never give in again. That oath, the oath I made.

Vow!

Sancai's eyes instantly changed from yellow to deep black, like a black hole, devouring his spirit. His will, his faith, and his spirit all sank deeply under Jiuyou with that oath, summoning something to this heaven and earth.

The black magic gas spread from his eyes to his face, and finally flowed all over his body like a broken bamboo. He raised his head and roared at the sky unyieldingly.

Boom!

It seemed that the butterfly finally broke out of the cocoon after countless struggles. The body of Sancai wrapped in black magic trembled dozens of times in an instant. Finally, the cocoon could not support it, and the body of Sancai changed sharply. A pair of wings abruptly stretched out from his back. His head grew devil's horns, his hands were all turned into the devil's claws, and sharp thorns appeared on his arms, and there was a breath from hell all over his body.

At the same time, a deep idea also awakened in his mind, and the pure black empty eyes gradually became a little evil.

"Hell guard, the original form of transformation is hell guard, with its own talent ability fire magic immunity, talent skill dispersal, disability, hell fire rain, war trampling." Looking at the idea, Sancai said in his heart, "Is this the awakening state of the holy demon species? Fire magic is immune, and the other party's red plum flame magic is immune to itself. Humph, what about the magician of the same origin as ice and fire, and what about the magician of light and darkness?

Sancai's eyes were like Jiuyou's water. There was no fluctuation at all. The tiger's body shook, and he recovered from the other party's great nihilistic restrictions in an instant. He accelerated and rushed to Wu Xianlong.

Wu Xianlong wanted to dodge, but found that his movement speed would more than double. At the same time, he tragically found that his attack power had more than doubled. He realized that he should have been disabled.

Skill is disabled, one of the undead mage's skills, reducing attack speed and attack power by 75%.

Wu Xianlong, like a doll, was picked into the air by Sancai's big sword. A rapidly rotating blade vortex sucked Wu Xianlong in. Even if there was an artifact code to protect his body, he was still scarred. At the beginning, there was no wisp of dusty breath left.

Wu Xianlong grabbed the gap and issued another spell, concentrating the three talents - great anti-cold, and the freezing effect limited the movement of the three talents. His face softened. It seemed that his luck was not too bad. The other party was just immune to the fire element, not to the magic element.

However, the next moment, his face also turned cold, and he used a skill - dispelling, dispelling the freezing effect on his body, and his footsteps became brisk again.

Wu Xianlong put away his light and slow expression, put away the folding fan, inserted it in his waist, picked up the code, and began to look at it. He said coldly, "You are a good opponent. You didn't let me down. There are not many people who can make me use my real skills. You are also one. You may be the first ink person to see the code, and you should be proud of it.

Sancai's face was still cold, and an extremely cold voice came from his mouth: "If you have shit, pull it. If you have a fart, just play it. Don't pretend in front of me."

Wu Xianlong saw that his attacking methods were completely useless, so he no longer thought about this. He looked solemn and solemn. In an instant, he changed from a teenager to a long-beaten old man's expression. He let go of the pages of the code and recited, "The Dharma, inherits the earth, and establish the world, orderly order, establish rules, and show the truth."

As soon as this passage was over, a golden light flew out of the page of the book and protected Wu Xianlong's whole body. He could not shake it at all even if the three talents attacked, and the golden light could not be dispersed. Wu Xianlong instantly turned into an iron turtle, so that the three talents had nowhere to say.

"People, the turbid things of heaven and earth, the order of the law, reward good and punish evil."

After reading, the word "rank" flew out of the page and turned into a golden chain, which instantly locked the three talents, making the three talents unable to move.

How powerful should this chain be that even the three talents who incarnate as hell guards can't break free. The power of order acts directly on the mind, similar to the power of faith.

"I'm not convinced. What power do you have to legislate for others? Is the order of the world or the order of you alone? I don't accept... Open the door!" Sancai roared.

The three talents who opened the door trembled faster than ever before, but he persisted and gained an unprecedented outbreak of combat power...

The chain of order that had never failed actually shook and was a little unstable. Wu Xianlong quickly increased it. It's too late to output mana. Under the questioning and resistance of the three talents, the chain of order couldn't stand it and spread away.

Wu Xianlong squeezed his lips slightly and said, "If there is no rule, there is no circle. A saint makes a rule and becomes a salute."

Another word flew out of the page: "moment."

The moment character turned into a golden siege, surrounding the three talents, making him unable to move.

"Well, I hate living in a bird cage the most. I don't accept it! Open the gate!" Sancai crossed his heart, opened the sixth door of the eight doors, and took advantage of the opportunity to struggle.

This time, he didn't struggle all of a sudden. Wu Xianlong exhaled and thought, "If you can get the four words of order and rules, can ordinary people break free?" At least it has to be the level of cultivation. It's a pity, it's a pity."

"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced!" An obsession made Sancai persist. At this time, he was internally and diplomatically distressed, and his internal injuries were more serious than external injuries. However, when he remembered his father's dying eyes and his own vows, his black eyes instantly became blood red, and red blood actually flowed out.

With blood and tears, his unyielding body was promoted, and then his fists smashed to the ground.

I only heard that the cage was smashed, and only three came out of the cocoon. This time, he did not hesitate any more. A big sword was thrown by him like a dagger. He hit Wu Xianlong and inserted it directly from his chest and nailed him to the ground.

Sancai lay on the ground and gasped, fell to the ground in his heart, and said, "Finally, I've got rid of him, annoying guy."

He struggled to stand up, his body was shaky, but at least he stood up and waited for the referee to announce the result of the game.

However, the referee did not move for a long time. He turned to look at Wu Xianlong, and a series of surprises flashed in his eyes.

Wu Xianlong was hit in the chest by a big sword. Unexpectedly, he stood up so unrestrainedly, carrying the frost lamenting sword with his flesh and blood, and then clamped the sword with both hands. He pulled the sword out of his body and flowed out a string of horrible blood.

He inserted the sword into the ground, then opened the code and meditated on the words. Then a string of words that ordinary people couldn't understand flew out of the code and penetrated into his wound, and soon the terrible scars recovered as before.

Wu Xianlong's elegance and chicness have not been lost, but he is a little angry at this time. Perhaps, no one has ever been able to make him so unbearable!

He put his hands behind his back and stood in front of Sancai with a look of looking down on the world. He said lightly, "Don't think that you are the only one who has the bottom card, and I also have it. Not long ago, my truth body was small, and the attack under the human level is close to immortal. So, you really have to stop here."

He walked to his big sword step by step, and every step was shocking. He didn't want to lose face in front of this enemy who made him disgusted, so he tried his best to control his body to fall down.

Pulling up the lament of frost and brushed the blood stains on the sword with his sleeve, as if wiped it up by the lover's gang. His voice was extremely low, but it was not lonely at all: "I admit defeat, but I have dug out two cards for my companions for you, and your companion may not necessarily, so you will lose the next game."

After saying that, he actually laughed and didn't look lonely at all. He was very happy: "We are not alone. My brother will come and trample your dignity under your feet, so that you can also taste my current pain."

After saying that, he strode out without looking back.

Jang Ye's eyes couldn't be wet at this time. Sancai really regarded himself as a brother and tried his best to lift his opponent's card. Why didn't he be moved?