Chapter 122

A red plum fire bloomed on the body of the general night, causing a little damage to the general night, but when he wanted to continue to release the move of leaving the red plum, he shot directly at him.

However, this gun is blocked by the regular light issued by the code. Wu Xianlong smiled. He was laughing that his opponent's gun attack power was too weak. Compared with the Tianzhucheng of the Celestial Empire, it was not a little bit weak.

He wanted to say magic everywhere and make a spell, but he found that the elements and disorders in his body were not under his control at all.

He immediately realized that there was something wrong with the bullet. It was actually the legendary mage killer - elemental disorder bullet. However, isn't this kind of bullet only made by engineers in China?

A smile bloomed lazily at the corners of Ye's mouth, and my heart entered my rhythm.

What kind of rhythm is this?

Wu Xianlong's reaction was not unhappiness. He quickly recited the words in the code code and used the font mana inside to disperse his own elemental disorder. As a result, he was attacked by the will of fire of the night.

The ordinary will of fire, even the most authentic inheritance of the will of fire can't hurt Wu Xianlong, because he is also a fire mage, and his understanding of the will of fire will will not be worse. But the key is that the will of fire contains a chaotic will. In front of this will, he only feels that his spirit encounters a whirlpool, and he is completely powerless.

At the same time, he felt that the spiritual imprint of his yin power was wiped out by this chaotic will, and then inexplicably lost contact, and his yin power grew and ran away.

At this time, Wu Xianlong was a little angry with Zhang Jingcheng. He suddenly understood that it was the effect of the colorless flame that Zhang Jingcheng understood in the battle. This kind of chaotic fire perfectly included the three mysteries of the flame. Wu Xianlong did not think of a countermeasure at all.

Then, he can only use the law power of the code before the yin force is sucked dry, hoping that it can be useful. However, the night did not give this opportunity. According to his rhythm, when Wu Xianlong was about to move, he used the ultimate meaning of the lens in the eight optical articles: exile.

Wu Xianlong also experienced the pain of being nihilless, and it was even more unbearable. At least when he was nihilted, he just made him unable to use physical attacks, and now he not only can't go through physical attacks, but his movement speed has become extremely slow.

His body quickly opened the code in a different time and space, but in the real space, the speed became the speed of ants climbing trees. It took him a whole minute to open the code and then recite the code of the chain of order. It took him a whole minute, which he could have done in 6 seconds.

The order chain he placed high on has no effect at all. The night is wrapped in the chaotic fire, and the general damage spell can play a role, but the restriction spells similar to the order chain are farted and useless at all. The power of order in the code is reduced to a trace of regular power on the chaotic flame, which flashes on the periphery of the flame, and the two are clearly separated.

However, this was horrible in the eyes of Wu Xianlong. He guessed that the man in front of him was magically immune to a colorless flame, and there was a huge loophole in his confidence in an instant.

"No, why? Is he the magic destroyer of the Celestial Empire? Impossible... Did I lose so easily? Or have you been restrained?" Wu Xianlong's chicness was completely replaced by doubt.

However, after only a moment of doubt, his eyes became clear. He can't lose, and even if he loses, he can't lose his glory. He is not only the head of the wolves, but also the pole of the Celestial Empire.

Extreme, what kind of existence is it? It is the ultimate between heaven and earth! It is the existence of the endorsement of saints and legislation for heaven and earth. He is not allowed to have such courage and such a capacity, so that he can legislate for heaven and earth, establish morality for all people, and set up his heart for thousands of generations.

A vast gas gushed out of his heart and shot into his eyes. His eyes are like a frozen snowy mountain, motionless for hundreds of millions of years. The spirit of the whole body moved regularly, and the whole body emitted hundreds of millions of light. The muscles and bones began to melt and turned into truth runes. Those runes were scattered into shining words and flying in the air. The decomposed body interrupted the exile spell in an instant, and the next moment the spell of yin power was also interrupted. Wu Xianlong has become light and words, and the bones of scribes, the recitation of students, the teachings of saints, and the edification of great Confucianism flashed from them one by one. Then, suddenly the light dimmed, and all of them got into the code artifact that existed in ancient times. The words were ideas one by one, covering the whole code with gorgeous chapters composed of ideas.

Under the pressure of the night, the genius-like Wu Xianlong actually completed the innovation that he thought he could not complete in five years, and integrated it with the artifact code. He understands the ultimate of the law. At this moment, he is the code, and the code is him.

If the code does not die, he will not die.

And how can the code be eliminated so easily? That is the supreme existence that the great sages of Confucianism have been supported by the faith and spirit of hundreds of millions of Confucianism for thousands of years. The heavenly rules of Confucianism will not be extinguished, and the code will not be extinguished.

The code was shining, which made people dare not look at it directly. When they saw the code squirm at night, it began to sprout and grow like a seed, and became a small baby in less than a minute. Under the idea of Wu Xianlong, the baby began to grow rapidly, and immediately entered his childhood and became a 16-year-old teenager.

The breath of Wu Xianlong's body was refreshed, and the extremely confident glory shone on his face again. At this moment, he has the capital to stare at the world, and he also believes that this inheritance conference should have his glory.

Unfortunately, his breakthrough is a little late, because he has entered the rhythm of the night. Although he was almost immortal, it was a pity that his mana was drained at night, and the power of counterattack was extremely weak. Wu Xianlong didn't have much time to enjoy the happiness brought by the breakthrough. The next moment, he entered an extremely quiet and dark world.

"Shadow Seal--Tibet, Dark Mandala Seal." He spit out such a saying lazily at night.

The 12, 264 shadow splits of the whole body are arranged according to an ancient array, and at the same time, the mana is released to form a great sealing array.

There was a faint sadness in Jiang Ye's heart. He looked to the west: "Teacher Wujiang, did you see it? I can finally use the dark restriction spell you taught me to the extreme.

The shadow splits trained through the chaotic fire have undergone qualitative changes, so they can instantly communicate with each other and form a magic array without distractions.

The world is quiet, and the result of the game has been final.

The wolf king is almost about to burst into tears. He can't believe that Wu Xianlong, who has been integrated with human tools, will fail. If Wu Xianlong reaches such a state at the beginning, the ending will definitely be a different appearance.

Unfortunate, it's not...

Heaven's creation is in pairs, and finally it will be bright for a while. If Jiang Ye and Wu Xianlong are predestined, they may become good friends for a lifetime, but God tricked them to become enemies from the beginning.

When the night released Wu Xianlong from the seal, he saw a pair of murderous eyes. Everyone has their own persistence, their own glory, glory and persistence to adhere to their own integrity. Now, the glory and persistence of Wu Xianlong have been trampled on by the night. This is his shame and is destined to be repaid with blood.

If the two are civilians and have no name for a penny, they may be able to become friends again through communication, but it's a pity. One of them represents the inheritance of Mo and Moshu, and the other represents the inheritance of Confucianism and legalism. Their victory or defeat is not a personal victory or defeat.

Even at this time, Wu Xianlong did not lose his elegance and chicness. His tone was still very indifferent, but his words were full of meanings: "I think you will often hear this name in the future - Wu Xianlong, you, Tian will remember it."

Zhe Ye shook his head with a smile and said, "Since you are too lazy to be friends, then be a thorough enemy. I think you should be a good enemy."

Wu Xianlong exhaled deeply, his eyes were sharp, and he said lightly, "I lost a move in my personal battle. I will definitely find it on the battlefield in the future. I hope you don't let me down."

Jiang Ye's fighting spirit was stimulated and said proudly, "I'm waiting for you on the battlefield."

Wu Xianlong slightly skimmed the corners of his mouth and turned out with his friends. After a while, he turned around alone and said, "Wash your neck and wait for me."

He shook his head lazily, thinking that this guy really likes to play psychological tactics. At this time, he didn't forget to fight for a little momentum.

Zhe Ye tilted his head, looked at the sky, and said lazily, "You wash your buttocks and wait for my luck."

After hearing this, Wu Xianlong's body suddenly trembled and left without looking back.

With this, all the friends around the night laughed. Sancai smiled very comfortably, Lei Ming smiled very boldly, and Xing Xie smiled very obscenely.

The remaining Angie asked inexplicably, "What do you mean by waiting for your happiness?"

Xing Xie was about to explain, but he was stared back by Sancai.

Sancai helped answer, "I saved two words at night. It should be the meaning of waiting for his legs to kick his buttocks, right?"

Angie laughed and said, "Night, you're too bad."

He took a grateful look at the night and asked, "How was your fight? Is it done?"

Sancai touched the back of his head and said, "That guy should have been scared by you. He lost confidence in life, so he was quickly dealt with by me."

The guy Sancai said was Zhang Jingcheng. In fact, the battle between the two was still very fierce, because it involved the battle for the quota of the divine emperor. With the incarnation of the three talents who became the guards of hell and his skill of Qimen Dunjia, Zhang Jingcheng's attack could not be shaken, and he was naturally defeated.

Xing Xie said to Sancai enviously, "Brother Sancai, you have to invite me to dinner to get the opportunity to inherit the divine king, otherwise I will be unbalanced."

Sancai said heroically, "Ok, anyway, there is a bonus of 800 crystal coins, even if you add nine pigs, I can afford it."

It's rare for this guy to make a joke, but Xing Xie was provoked, wrestled with him, and chased in the hall...

When he saw these two living treasures, he had a black line on his face. He cared about Angie next to him and said to Angie, "Angie, how was your battle? Shouldn't it have won?"

Angie smiled and said, "I met a summoner who could summon a ghost wolf and control lightning, but he was restrained by my plant summoner. The final competition is endurance and supplies. As a priest, I have an advantage in this aspect, so I won by chance in the end.

The last one came out was Xiao Er. He was depressed. Although there were no scars all over his body, he probably lost the game. Only Ye Yiwen knew that he had lost to a bow and arrow magician. This magician can control the wind element, ice element and electric element. The arrow he shoots have a freezing effect. At the same time, he can use wind escape to make sneak attacks or dodge. What makes Xiao Er speechless is that the other party can summon a special magic shield, as long as the If Fang's magic power is not used up, she will not be hurt. With all kinds of magic supplies that are not interrupted, Xiao Er's physical attack is completely spent.

Jing Ye comforted Xiao Er and said, "There is nothing we can do about being seriously restrained. The physical attack of the musket is unparalleled, but it is a short board in magic attack, and it is easy to be targeted. In the future, if you do tasks with the mercenary regiment, there should be no targeted problems.

Xiao Er nodded. Hearing what he said, he also balanced his mind. After all, he specializes in machinery and gunpowder, and lacks the use of spiritual power. There was a trace of hope on his face, and he said tentatively, "Big Boss Ye, can you let Xiao San and Xiao Si join your mercenary regiment? Don't worry, they are just your gunmen and don't occupy the quota of the mercenary regiment. After all, the mercenary regiment needs to be assessed when it is upgraded, and they don't want to drag everyone back.

Jing Ye naturally couldn't wait to do so. He patted Xiao Er on the shoulder and said, "Welcome. I'm glad you can join us. Everyone will be partners in the future."

Then, he said daytimely, "In the future, everyone will form a team of musketeers, and the firepower suppression can be comparable to a reinforced company..."