Versatile Mage: Spirit Seed Emperor Flame, I will burn for nine days

It is also a forbidden spell. Although Michael is not weaker than Xu Zhenbei in terms of cultivation, there is still a big gap between him and Xu Zhenbei in terms of his own strength.

Just a simple use of magic made Michael extremely passive.

If the fight continues, he and Sakya will inevitably fall here first.

Compared with Michael, the one who is more urgent is Farr, the leader of the Holy Shadow Apostles.

They didn't even touch the corners of Xu Zhenbei's clothes, and they were beaten to death and robbed.

In his eagerness and anxiety, Farr shouted directly to Michael: "Find a way quickly, otherwise we will all die here. If that doesn't work, order the group of alien mages to charge again."

Michael shook his head, "No need, the unnecessary sacrifice is completely meaningless. Xu Zhenbei's magic power is limited. Now we just try to delay it as long as possible and wait for Sariel and the others to return after they succeed!"

"Michael, you are overthinking this. As for that insidious guy Sariel, he has been wandering around China these years. Do you really think that I know nothing about the outside world because I am imprisoned in Jingbo Tianchi in Changbai Mountain? Isn’t it?”

There was a thump in his heart, and a very bad feeling suddenly came to his mind. Michael suddenly realized that all he cared about was the Jingbo Mage Group, and he completely failed to notice that there were not many keys to Jingbo Tianchi in the Jingbo Mage Group. figure.

At least the characters that impressed him so much back then didn't appear...

Led by Sariel, Uriel and Raphael led the Holy Inquisition Mage Group. After Xu Yuheng disappeared, they returned the same way and quickly caught up with them.

When he saw the "Fire Cloud" in the sky from a distance, Sariel, who had participated in the Jingbo Tianchi operation, immediately changed his expression.

He had experienced Xu Zhenbei's strength, and had naturally experienced the power of Yan Yang Shen Ao twenty years ago. He was absolutely unwilling to try that kind of terror a second time.

"Michael has met him. Uriel and Sariel, please support me first and take down that old guy together!"

After that, Raphael left the Holy Inquisition Mage Group and flew out at the lead.

But before he could escape far, he was blocked back by a figure that suddenly appeared.

"We haven't seen you for many years. I'm waiting here to say hello to you."

Wearing a lotus crown on his head, the old Taoist, who was slim, energetic and grey-haired, smiled and saluted Sariel and the others, "I have been entrusted by someone to bring some friends over to discuss with you. I hope you will forgive me." ”

Sariel stared at the old man dressed as a Taoist priest, gritted his teeth and said: "Huashan Ying Lao Tao, you ghost guy, your ancestral family is the descendant of the ancient king, yes, their family is completely willing to surrender. In our Holy City, your control is too lenient."

"Of course I can't stop what they want, but as a descendant of Ying Qin, I also have the responsibility to clean up the family."

Sariel looked at Ying Laodao with a fearful expression, "If you want to clean up the family, then go to the ancestral family and stop us from executing the Holy Judgment here. Do you really think that our Holy City will not dare to attack a lonely person like you!"

Ying Laodao waved his hand and said in a very free and easy manner: "If you shoot the man first, shoot the horse, and if you capture the thief, capture the king first. Take care of your support, it will be easier to deal with the chickens and dogs of our ancestors!"

"You...damn it!"

Sariel was completely angered by Ying Laodao's words. He flapped his wings behind him, and the angelic light scattered like sword light, turning into dense lightsabers falling down and turning into sharp blades from the sky to kill.

"Town, break!"

Two syllables like a yellow bell sounded in Ying Laodao's throat, and all the countless condensed divine lights were knocked back to their original shape. Sariel's expression was extremely cold and fierce, and a battle composed of ancient dragon's teeth With the staff and the silver armor with gold patterns, he directly transformed into a killing angel.

The meaning of angels' existence is to maintain the order of this world, and this order is the Holy City.

Whether it is Sariel, Michael, or other angels, the positions of justice or evil, the concepts of morality and law, they have to remember that these have no meaning.

Even if the humans in this world live miserable lives surrounded by monsters and demons, they will never allow anyone to surpass the Holy City in terms of strength and influence.

Anyone who has influence or is close to the Holy City in terms of strength will inevitably be brutally suppressed.

Those with high moral character, such as Wen Tai, as strong as Xu Zhenbei, or geniuses from all walks of life who have unlimited potential, as long as they don't like them, are on the blacklist of their angels.

If Ying Laodao was just an ordinary Taoist priest practicing deep in the mountains, naturally no one would pay attention to him. However, by revealing his true strength, he undoubtedly aroused the murderous intention in Sariel's heart, successfully entered his blacklist, and became a heretic.

"Old guy, since you are so willing to meddle in other people's business, then I will let you be a stepping stone on my way back to the Holy City, and let your bones bathe in the glory of my return to the Holy City!"

Waving the staff in his hand, he rushed towards Ying Laodao. The tip of the dimensional frost spirit stone was enough to suppress many souls in the world. It was the true power of his staff.

As long as he can kill his opponent with his staff, no matter how stubborn his soul is, he cannot escape the fate of falling into darkness.

Facing the sudden attack of Sariel, Ying Laodao shook his head, "Transform into barbarians, transform into barbarians! Today, Old Dao, I will help my old friend...to slay demons in this world!"

There was a crisp tinkling sound, and a bronze bell with a long handle suddenly appeared in Ying Laodao's hand.

Ying Laodao glanced at the thing in his hand with nostalgia, and sighed leisurely, "Baiyun Canggu, Lao Tao, I am getting old after all. That step is more difficult than the natural chasm, and I can't do it after all.

You three, it's better to come together and fight alone. I'm afraid my bones won't be able to support you. "

As the bell in Ying Laodao's hand swayed, mysterious sounds could be heard continuously. Not only the ferocious Sariel, but also Uriel and Raphael who did not take action were all affected.

The scene was hazy, ethereal, and no one could have imagined that the music system, which had always been mainly about reconnaissance and monitoring, supplemented by attack, had completely changed in the hands of Ying Laodao.

It's just that whether it's attack or reconnaissance and monitoring, it is only used as a auxiliary. The music system has opened up a new application in his hands, that is, illusion.

In terms of cultivation, no matter what kind of system it is, it is a process of removing the false and preserving the true, even magic is no exception.

Anything that is wrong is false, and falsehood is just a dream and a passing cloud.

But no matter how illusory things are, everything that exists is reasonable and is in the Tao. The reason why Ying Laodao's music magic is so different is entirely because he is following a path of refining the false and turning it into the true.

I think it is true, and for those who believe it, how can it be false?

Using real housekeeping methods, Ying Laodao directly let Sariel, Uriel, Raphael, and the Holy Inquisition mages completely fall into his world of refining fakes and turning them into real ones.

This is enough to shock people, but if you want to take the opportunity to kill these guys, you have not found your own way, and Ying Laodao, who is one step behind, is ultimately incompetent...