Legendary mage breaks into Marvel

Remember Shumilou.shulou..tw in one second,

The winter sunshine flows down through the dense branches and leaves. Spots of light shimmered on the dark forest floor filled with dead branches and leaves. In the silent forest, the sound of fighting suddenly erupted and gradually became quiet.

Leaning feebly on the big tree behind him, Jiang Mingdao's lips cracked into a wry smile. He couldn't care less about the dull pain coming from his chest, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy, making his mind even more dizzy. He once again clenched the silver snake in his hand, and the faint fluorescence illuminated the tall body in front of him. The ferocious fangs and eyes that emitted a scarlet light seemed to turn into the grim smile of the God of Death, gradually approaching.

He reluctantly opened his eyes that were blurred by blood, and the dazzling light, the cold light, and the coldness of death instantly filled his entire sight.

"It doesn't matter if I'm going to die, I just failed to live up to your expectations." I felt a little regretful, but in an instant I became calm. "Comrades, I'm here"

For a long time

One drop, two drops, three drops of warm and viscous liquid slowly fell on the face of Jiang Mingdao, who was dejected and waiting to die.

"You are a Taoist priest from Sealing Demon Valley, I recognize you." Just as he was wondering, a gentle voice came to his ears. The familiar voice was filled with comforting concern. Under the bright orange light, those golden eyes were so sacred and bright.

I used to think that it was a god from the sky who came to earth to save the suffering humans on the Marfa continent. But on that blood-filled night, under the bright red blood moon, the people who were praying hard did not wait for the savior in their hearts. Between hope and despair, he lost his home, relatives and comrades-in-arms.

Now, this infinitely powerful mage appears again. However, the overwhelming gratitude in my heart in the past has become calmer. Even if the other party had just rescued him from the powerful half-beast leader, he could no longer stir up any ripples in his heart.

Looking at the other party's indifferent eyes, it is a look of resentment after heartache. Su Zheng still remembered the blazing light in the eyes of this young Taoist priest standing in the corner of the battle formation.

He quickly understood the other party's resentment, but Su Zheng didn't give any explanation. No need

"Tell me," he handed over a bottle of dark red healing medicine, and stared at the weak warrior with his eyes shining with golden light: "Where is Huang Rong?"

The edges of the sparse forest are filled with civilians fleeing the Demon-Sealed Valley with their families and a few professionals who protect them. Although he was angry at Su Zheng's departure at the critical moment, the other party was a powerful mage after all. For the hatred in his heart, he was able to help those who were migrating behind him.

"You are saying that everything that happened, including the death of Bao Longyun and the disappearance of Su Rou and Huang Rong, was all caused by the Lord Shabak."

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, his turbid eyes flashed with utter hatred. Su Zheng didn't know the old man's name, but he followed the girl in and out of Su Rou's mansion several times. Every time the two of them were received, it was the old man who was respectfully called "Uncle Lin".

"Yes, Master Su." Looking at the down-and-out old man who still treated him respectfully and kindly, the white-haired old man's battered body felt a slight warmth. Thinking of the cute and polite girl being kidnapped by the evil devil, the old man could understand Su Zheng's urgency at this moment.

What's more, the master he has served for decades has been dying and disappearing. And the huge city was completely destroyed by the devil under the red blood moon. The hatred of destroying families and relatives made the kind-hearted old man feel endless sadness in his heart.

Listening quietly to the old man's story, he recalled what he had just seen. The noisy and prosperous city in the past was all reduced to ruins. Su Zheng's huge spiritual consciousness swept over the entire city paved with broken bodies over and over again.

I really understand what "bleeding and drifting" means. The corpses floating in the deep pool of blood steamed slightly under the afterglow of winter, forming a red mist that enveloped the entire ruins. Blow by the breeze, they continue to change into various forms.

Even for the sake of his own growth, the monsters killed by Su Zheng could have piled up into a majestic mountain peak. But the once-familiar city and the vaguely familiar faces were now transformed into corpses that were struggling to survive but were still brutally murdered. Such a scene of ruins in a sea of ​​blood shocked Su Zheng's soul, and at the same time made the travelers who gradually became colder, gushed. And there is endless cold murderous intention.

"Master Su, please make the decision for the people of Sealed Demon Valley." He quickly wiped away his muddy tears. Having devoted his life to the Bao family in Sealed Demon Valley, the old man does not have any rank. He was not able to witness Su Zheng's power with his own eyes, but hearing the clan master's sighs time and time again made the old man develop an almost superstitious confidence in the young mage who exuded hazy light and shadow in front of him.

Seeing the old and rickety body, slowly kneeling on the ground and praying to himself, Su Zheng's heart suddenly trembled. That body, covered in thin single clothes and trembling in the cold wind, was full of endless love for his former home. The deep and stern plea touched the softest place in Su Zheng's heart.

"Uncle Lin, don't worry." He gently lifted up the old man's weak body. After several days of encounters, the old and frail body was on the verge of collapse. Firmly comforting the old man's heart, Su Zheng hurriedly took out the massive amount of food and medicine stored in his backpack and handed them to the professionals around him.

"I will use the blood of Huang Bingtian and the Red Moon Demon to comfort those who died innocently."

"Da da da da da" was like a rapidly beating drumbeat, and the horse's hooves landed on the hard ground, making a rapid sound. Rolling up the sky full of yellow sand, a gorgeous carriage was tied behind two magnificent horses. The exquisite design made the luxurious carriage sway slightly but still drive smoothly and at high speed.

The thick curtains blocked the thick cold fog in the forest, making the small carriage feel warm and velvet flowing. Gently sweep away the hair that is lingering on the girl's forehead, looking at Haitang's daughter who is sleeping in spring, with a faint red glow on her peaceful face, an expression that is both angry and happy, exuding a hint of sweetness, as if she is dreaming What, those petal-like lips were slightly opened and closed, and a confused but still clear and sweet voice faintly came into Huang Bingtian's ears: "Brother Su, don't make trouble. Let Ronger sleep for a while."

"Su Zheng" unexpectedly found his daughter in Feng Mo City, but unfortunately he could not see the Su Zheng who Huang Rong missed so much. As a father, Huang Bingtian became curious about his daughter's sweetheart.

Bao Longyun, who was bathed in blood, could never forget it. Even on his deathbed, he regretted that Su Zheng could not stay in Demon Sealing City. Otherwise, the Demon Sealing City will definitely be as stable as before.

As the lords of the same city, both sides care deeply about each other. What's more, because of his deceased wife, Huang Bingtian has a better understanding of Su Rou and his wife than other overlords.

What kind of strength allowed his brother-in-law to still have such firm confidence even though he was horrified by the dark magic around him.

"Is Su Zheng?" to be continued.