Online Games Plague Master

'I'm Xuanwu' couldn't believe it.

Remember when he wanted to find a place full of energy and blood? How much did you suffer? How much thought was wasted? How much did you pay to get it.

Hey, if you compare people, you will die, if you compare goods, you will throw them away.

Yes, I'll be waiting for you at the door of the warehouse on the second floor of the Yiren Kingdom.

Hanging up on a rainy night, thinking quietly in my heart what items should be exchanged for the blessing of Xuanwu?

If he finds the Great God of Xuanwu by himself, then he will definitely not need to pay any price, and there may still be a slight chance of directly obtaining the blessing from Xuanwu.

But how can you buy information from others without paying a price?

The rules and patterns of the 'Tianji Pavilion' are still known in the rainy night.

It was not until four or five minutes after Rainy Night hung up that 'I am Xuanwu' could react and move towards Rainy Night's coordinates.

At this moment, an evil idea rose in his heart for no reason: snatch his place full of energy and blood, occupy his chance, if he succeeds? The benefit gained?

This idea is like sparks falling on the earth, and it will start a prairie fire in a moment.

However, when he saw the rainy night, such thoughts were instantly extinguished, his haughty head lowered a little, and his whole person became humble.

At this second, the I am Xuanwu who was as high as a proud white swan instantly transformed into a quail lying on the ground, shrinking its head in the sand, not daring to have the slightest thought.

what did he see How could it make him so timid?

The first thing that 'I am Xuanwu' saw was not Yu Ye, but the demon god standing behind Yu Ye who was enough to destroy the world and shocked the world.

It was the figure of the God of Plague, a figure that brought death and bad luck, piercing into the sky, so majestic that people couldn't see the whole picture clearly.

A black mist of death filled his body, without any vitality, and even the surrounding environment seemed to have been changed, assimilated, and rendered into pure black.

A hundred miles around, it is all the domain of the Plague God, and the sky seems to be splashed with ink, which makes people feel depressed and irresistible when they look at it.

Such a scene? 'I am Xuanwu' can not be frightened? Can you not be afraid?

He paused for a few steps, not thinking ahead, then gritted his teeth hard, with a generous expression on his face, took a greedy breath and entered the domain of the plague god.

'I am Xuanwu' did not summon a pet, but a green tortoise shell emerged from his back, as if he was one with him in the first place, and this is not the end;

Tortoise shells, snake scales, these characteristics are emerging one by one on the body of I am Xuanwu.

Boom, the Baili Domain of the Plague Dharma God felt the breath of a stranger, and immediately pressed down in one direction.

'I'm Xuanwu' suddenly felt a stagnation in his chest, and his throat was sweet, and the blood all over his body was constantly rolling, but he still tried his best to hold on, trying not to spit out the blood.

He tried hard to continue to take a step forward, but this step was like a natural barrier, and he couldn't get through it.

After trying several times, I am Xuanwu took a step back, and the locked aura instantly disappeared, as if the pressure of the deep prison had never appeared again.

'I am Xuanwu' clasped his fists, bowed his body, opened his mouth full of blood and said sincerely:

Congratulations to Fashen for improving his strength to a higher level.

It's not that my strength has improved, but your strength has regressed, Xuanwu.

The sound of the plague god's bones rubbing against each other made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

'I am Xuanwu' raised his head, and the illusory figure of the God of Plague came into his eyes.

The huge phantom god in the sky was still there, I am Xuanwu looked at the sky, and there were two plague gods, one large and one small, in front of him, he was not surprised, but nodded silently.

We don't want to die in that position, so we can only seek change.

The words of I am Xuanwu are a little lonely and sad, and at the same time, there are vicissitudes of life in them.

Us? Could it be that Qinglong and others also.

The God of Plague gave a light snort, and asked with a little interest.

Mmm, yes.

The God of Plague raised his head and glanced at the sky of the Yiren Kingdom. His gaze seemed to travel through time and space, and landed on a certain time node.

'Sacred Dragon' is my student. You can test it, but not too much. As for blackmail? I don't think you can do it yet; find a way to inform Qinglong and others that what is required of you is what is required of them.

The God of Plague Law didn't hide his intentions at all, and gave orders directly.

After finishing speaking, the figures of the two plague dharma gods, one large and one small, disappeared, and the sky became clear again.

'I am Xuanwu' took two steps back, his back was wet. At a certain moment before, he really felt death lingering around him.

'I am Xuanwu' continued to walk forward with a mournful face.

Lost, this blood loss.

How could he not understand the meaning behind the words of the God of Plague Law, and how could he pretend not to know the information revealed:

Let'Sacred Dragon' obtain the coordinates of the other four gods as soon as possible, and complete the blessings for the beasts.

With the backing of an unreasonable elder like the God of Plague, can the 'Holy Dragon' suffer?

Hey, being weak is the original sin, if 'I am Xuanwu' is strong enough? If it has the same status as the God of Plague Law?

Forget it, don't think about these unrealistic things.

It is naturally impossible to know what happened a hundred miles away on a rainy night. At this moment, he is still waiting patiently at the door of the warehouse, I am Xuanwu.

The figure of the God of Plague that destroyed the world just now did not appear in his eyes at all.

Here, the sky is clear and nothing happened.

At the same time, the fourth floor of the Kingdom of Winged People

In the rainy night on the fourth floor of the Yiren Kingdom, only one figure of 'Yi' was seen, but it is naturally impossible for a huge city to have only 'Yi' alone.

At this moment, thirteen middle-aged men wearing sharp armor and holding sharp knives gathered in a conference room that could be called simple.

This is their habit.

The meeting room is not big, only dozens of square meters, and the architectural style still maintains the ancient style, rough, bold and eclectic.

This meeting room is very commemorative, and the decision made from the different-dimensional space was spread from this building.

So the building has been preserved for millions of years

The thirteen people's faces were as hard as iron, they were serious and stern, forming a circle and listening to the pre-war orders given by 'Yi' one after another.

At the beginning of the battle, the 'wings' are the generals, and they are the 'army'. Just follow orders and express opinions freely? That is impossible and not allowed.

They didn't speak, just stood there, and there was an aura of gold and iron horses, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, which made mosquitoes and flies afraid to take off.

Looking at their aura, these people are all ninth-level gods, and they are high-ranking ninth-level gods in the Yiren Kingdom.

Suddenly, this group of people seemed to feel something, and they turned their attention to the second floor of the Wingman Kingdom.

This breath is very strong, and I am far from an opponent.