I wore it after killing the God of Light

Li Mingguang geared up and gritted his teeth.

It’s not about throwing the pot away, but the Grim Reaper has chased him and ran more than 100 planes, and finally found out that he was tricked and gave up before finding him.

With a deep hatred and great hatred, it is not surprising that he will dance on his grave.

And it can be said logically.

He revealed the coordinates to Mo Te in order to transfer Mo Te.In the process of going to that coordinate, Mete did meet the god of death, and fought with the god of death.

He can completely speculate that after the destruction of the God of Death, he couldn't find his luxurious private room. He felt shameless and became angry from embarrassment. That's why he asked the dog-legged Dark Temple to find so many mages.

In order to successfully dig his grave, this is preparing to use a sea of ​​people tactic, counting on the strength of a large number of people?

Digging a grave, can't you wait to play disco on his grave? !

In this case, he might as well do it himself.

It just happened to be able to fish in troubled waters, and took the opportunity to bring back the mage tower that was sealed there.

With a snort, he dismissed all the mages who were still in a state of confusion, and reminded them to stay away.

At present, he can't confront Death directly. Can't he vent his anger on the Dark Temple here?

Apart from keeping a few alive for questioning, don't even think about keeping one of them alive, and don't even think about running away.

Dig, let you dig.

Many warlocks like to use flames, and against warlocks, Li Mingguang's favorite thing to do is to use more firepower to burn them back.

He didn't even bother to leave the complete bones for them, so he directly cremated and scattered the ashes to moisten the land.

But now he is Cang Xing, a mage famous for manipulating frost, he can't do violent things like destroying bones and ashes, he can only create some ice sculptures.

There is no need for any self-created spells to improve spells at all. With his strength, a blizzard is enough.

Li Mingguang, who advertises that mages have to read and read to have a soul, but he usually uses instant sneak spells, seldom chanted the complete rune bytes.

There are three sets in total, and it takes about one and a half minutes.

Although it was completely unnecessary, Li Mingguang stepped into his magic pattern happily, which increased the power of the blizzard by ten percent.

With the Dark Temple as the center, the dark clouds gradually condensed, and there was a faint blue light at the junction of the clouds.

Li Mingguang finished singing.

He currently doesn't have a cane, and he can't draw a graceful arc to finish, so he snapped his fingers as a substitute.

Accompanied by the sound of snapping fingers, countless hailstones fell like meteors, carrying a cold chill, violently and violently.

The mage and his friends, who hadn't left too far, were stunned to see the dark temple that turned into a frost city in an instant.

"...It's so cool." While sighing, Kuangfeng couldn't help but rubbed his arms and sneezed.

Blizzard is a range of magic, he is still on the periphery of this range of magic, and has not completely gone out.

He is cold QAQ.

His teacher, a senior who enjoys a high reputation in the Magic Association, is standing next to him with an arcane protective shield, and has no intention of saving him.

Kuangfeng watched Binghua climb up from his heels bit by bit, looked at the teacher's reaction, and remembered what the mage named Cang Xing had said before.

... He won't be able to graduate as an apprentice all his life, right?

Li Mingguang didn't know about this little episode.

After a blizzard went down, he finished the brushwork that should be done, he let out a long sigh of relief, and the anger accumulated in his heart dissipated a little.

Thinking about it carefully, anyway, he buried himself so deep and set up so many traps, in fact, it was just for people to dig.

All arrangements can be considered a test.

Probably like his teacher, his disciple will not appear until many years later, after many hardships, standing in front of his dead body.

Any well-known mage should be prepared to be dug up.

This is also part of the heritage, nothing to be angry about.

...that's weird!

The god of death thought that he could understand that he was jumping on the grave, and when he buried himself in it, he was also mentally prepared to die without a whole body.

But if I can't do it myself, what kind of younger brother's behavior is bringing so many mages.

He doesn't want to lose face, huh?

Really think he is some kind of world-type refresh boss, and he still needs to organize people to kill him?

If I remember correctly, those mages should be his teammates, right?No matter how you look at it, the situation should be completely reversed. Let him take the mages to copy the hometown of Death, right?

The operation was too suffocating, so that after a wave of complaints in his heart, Li Mingguang was left speechless.

He thinks his operation is very snake-skinned.

I didn't expect the god of death to be more ruthless.

He conceded.

After sensing and confirming that none of the mages were accidentally injured by the blizzard just now, Li Mingguang shook off the snow from his clothes, stepped on the ice flowers all over the ground, and touched the main hall of the Dark Temple.

It's been a long time since he chanted a blizzard seriously, and he actually missed half a word just now, but fortunately, the effect is not good, starting from the surface, the buildings and the people moving inside are all frozen.

There are still a few survivors, just enough to be used for questioning.

After the questioning, it was also frozen by the way, and it is estimated that it will be unblocked naturally in a dozen or 20 years.

Whether they die or live at that time depends on whether their own life energy is enough, it all depends on good luck.

He's just an emotionless mage, and he's not doing charity, so why should he be so gentle.

Only by acting vigorously and resolutely can we give the enemy a precise strike.

The development of the matter was far beyond the plan, but he still managed the Dark Temple in one pot, barely achieving his original goal.

After being stabbed by the god of death and getting back his mage tower, he promised not to mess around, and retreated to study the laws.

The temple was empty, and Li Mingguang could only hear his own footsteps.

Youlan's cold fire had long been sealed in ice, and the temple looked even darker.

The Dark Temple also has a position similar to that of the Pope. The dark red carpet extends from the door of the temple all the way, and finally points to the large seat at the terminal.

There is no one on it.

Li Mingguang stepped up the steps step by step, stood at the highest point and glanced down, "Are all your dark temples full of mice, hiding?"

He didn't choose to sit down, but just stood there, raising his hand was a shot of ice arrows, hitting a certain void where there was no figure.

It's just a little camouflage, if you think you can fool him with this, it's a little too naive.

"come out!"

There's a guy with a crown pierced through the shoulder by an ice arrow, and he should have been sitting in that position.

A middle-aged man, wearing a ring with a devil's head on his hand, dressed in a classic warlock.

Li Mingguang looked at him, condescending, and simply sat slanted on the armrest of the wide throne, and ordered: "Call out your subordinates who are still alive, I don't have that much patience."

In the entire headquarters of the Dark Temple, not counting Li Mingguang, there are only four people who are still alive.

I made preparations in advance, and methodically followed the orders above to capture the Dark Temple of the mage. I never thought that there would be such a bug that could wipe out all our troops with a wave of hand.

This kind of mage doesn't exist, but it shouldn't be here.

In short, apart from admitting their mistakes honestly, they didn't even have the idea of ​​​​resisting.

Li Mingguang is very satisfied with the practical knowledge.

"Why did you arrest the mage?" He asked knowingly.

"...It is the will of my god." After hesitating for a while, the dark temple just said, "My god is looking for someone."

Li Mingguang rolled his eyes, "The God of Darkness is sleeping, your god, your god, how can he have nothing to do with you?"

"Which god is it?"

There was silence again.

After exchanging glances, several warlocks in the audience carefully replied: "Master Death is looking for a person, and many mages are needed to detect the direction for him. We are only following the order of the temple."

"My lord, we will not intentionally offend a strong man like you."

"Yeah, didn't you mean to offend on purpose?" Li Mingguang misinterpreted.

He paused for a moment, and after seeing panic on their faces, he spoke again, "Don't worry, that was my goal too."

Without explaining too much, he continued to ask: "When I came to this plane before, the space was not blocked, but since a while ago, I can no longer leave this plane."

"How did you carry out the plane teleportation when the space was blocked?"

Show him any black technology!He's a quick learner!

"This... this." The leading pope looked embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

Li Mingguang compared his sword with a threatening face: "Say it quickly."

"In fact... it is precisely because the space was blocked for no reason and was only restored a few days ago, we have not succeeded in teleporting the mage through it."

The relationship between superiors and subordinates in the Dark Temple is clear, emphasizing practical ability.They have always been known for their efficiency, which is what they are most proud of.

Apart from us, can the Temple of Light do it?

But who knew that such a large space would be blocked?

The occurrence of this kind of thing will affect the performance of the temple in this plane too much.

Li Mingguang knew the reason, but he didn't need to explain it to these warlocks.

For him, there is probably no better news recently than that Mete has left this plane.

88, go find it slowly, don’t give it away, he changed his vest to play:)

"It's okay, you have a mage to send it to you now." Li Mingguang said, "Is there any precautions? For example, for passwords and the like."

The Pope of the Dark Temple choked his throat.

"Your Excellency, there is no such thing as a password. As long as you are sent to the dark temple on the main plane, there will naturally be an envoy to respond and take you to where you need to go."

——How long has the code been outdated? Did this mage come out of some deep mountain and old forest?

Of course, he dared to put these words in his heart, he still wanted this life.

"Oh." Li Mingguang was relieved a lot, "Where are the precautions, are there any?"

"No, do you have anything else to ask?" The Pope forced a smile.

Li Mingguang had a lot to ask, but he didn't expect the person in charge of this dark temple on this plane to answer him at all.

He waved his hand generously, and he sent a Frostbolt to each of the four warlocks including the Pope.

Crossing the river and demolishing bridges, unloading mills and killing donkeys, the mage's movements are very skilled.

It's not that he can't activate that kind of directional teleportation array, there's no need to leave a few hidden dangers that may be tampered with.

Li Mingguang found the teleportation array in a dark room, checked the array, and stepped on it after confirming that there was no malfunction.

Plane teleportation takes several times longer than ordinary teleportation, but relatively speaking, the concept and understanding of time is also compressed when crossing space.

Once you open your eyes and close your eyes, it's actually here.

Li Mingguang walked out of the teleportation array.

He felt himself in the city.