Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

This direction is north.

Mu Qinyan concentrated his attention, and his inner strength completely covered up the dark aura of this body belonging to the turbid sky.The magic power of the holy spirit usurped from the head was stripped off alone and flowed in the blood.

Mu Zhuyan's aura gradually became clearer, and his pupils glowed with a golden light, which was so clear and cool.If the high priest just now had a trace of humanity, now he has become the incarnate Holy Spirit.

The resonance between the seal and the soul reached the extreme, and the magic power of Mu Qinyan was burning, like the extremely bright scorching sun, penetrating a long distance, lighting up the silent imprint.

The huge power of darkness surged like a tide, swallowing it from all directions.

The golden light escaped into the strong body of the man immersed in the pool of blood, and was firmly gathered between the square inches of his chest.

The man frowned, his figure sank, and his sinister and handsome features were submerged in the blood water little by little.

Under the sacrificial pool, a man in a black robe knelt down and trembled slightly on a piece of blooming evil lines, his facial features were constantly being scorched by the black mist, revealing deep bones.

Mu Zhuoyan's aura settled down, and a trace of demonic energy clung to the surging holiness, which was quickly buried by layers of thick white awns.

He was powerless against the surging darkness accumulated in the deep abyss for thousands of years.With the help of the seal already branded by the Holy Spirit, Wei created a small trace of shackles on Algard.After all, right now, there are more important things to do.

The change of light and darkness in the hall was naturally noticed by the guards guarding the door.But the two of them watched their noses and noses and their hearts, and turned a blind eye.

The negative atmosphere in the association's barracks was greatly diluted by the arrival of the high priest.But not everyone has been baptized by the soul domain. When people from other areas heard the news, Mu Zhuoyan had already entered the hall to recuperate.

The barracks had strict discipline, and Zhengmu Liujing had special care regulations.No one is allowed to take half a step without an order.Only restrained to stop at the passage, with a hint of self-deprecating expectation.

Even if Anfei had said it first, no one believed that a high-ranking eighth-level priest would lower his figure and waste his magic power for the lowest-level soldiers like them.

When the disappointment reached its peak, at this time, under the darkening night, in the decadent silence, Mu Qin smoke came out.As far as the eye can see, his voice is imprinted in the hearts of everyone in the most irresistible way.

"Gradually healed."

The magic power fell into the mirror like a stone, pushing away the ripples.The huge and hazy halo poured out layer by layer, spreading like a soft tulle, and the most lingering sound of the wind, blowing past everyone, enveloped the entire association barracks.

Mu Qinyan's soul domain expanded to such an extent that the magic power was like a raging fire, burning crazily, crushing the veins as it waved majesticly, causing tearing pain.

His face had already been painted enough, his complexion could not hide his paleness in front of everyone, and he returned to the flow crystal formation extremely weakly.Cut off all awe and worried eyes.

Those wounds that seemed to be healed by the light rushed to emerge first, and there was almost no intact part of Mu Qinyan's thin body, which was so shocking.

Ren's periphery was bright like a tide, and an unrestrained black mist began to spread from his eyes.

Leaving a brand of faith in everyone's hearts, the gentle and holy priest, at this moment, is more like a monster crawling out of the bottom of Shen Yuan, his eyes are so dark that they are empty.

The pitch-black liquid dripped from the fingertips and gathered under the feet, and one could hear the rotten and unwilling roar without getting close.This is the last remnant left by all the monsters annihilated in the sinking abyss, parasitic in the magic energy and swallowed by the turbid sky.Now, it has become so thick that it has condensed into a liquid.Little by little, he clings to Mu Qinyan's ankle, greedily sucking the wound.

The pure white soul domain is woven like a curtain, and the fluctuation of magic power is far more shocking than the priest sent by the temple to heal in the army.

In the towering tent, Sillietto knelt on one knee with a cold expression: "There is indeed a high-ranking priest in the association army, whose upper limit of magic power may far exceed yours. Honorable Lord Maro."

The old man sat on a high seat covered with soft fur, his knuckles wearing a ring of authority tapped on the railing lightly.

The chief priest's robe had a long tail, and it was a bit loose when it was worn on his aging body.But no one dared to challenge his majesty.

Maro is one of the eight chief priests who have been in office for the longest time in the temple.

"Silleto, you always speak so straightforwardly." The old man's tone revealed a touch of helplessness, he looked at the young shield rider kneeling on one knee, and in the dim light and shadow, there was an imperceptible haze in his eyes.

Of course he was aware of such a huge fluctuation of magic power.Maro felt that, unlike her own who was getting old and weakened day by day, this magic power was too thick and pure.It's hard to imagine that it came from such a young high priest.

Heavenly talent, it would be great if this body belonged to him.Marlo sighed softly, his breath already sounding weak.But Silieto knew, not yet, that the old priest in front of him was far from dying.He did this just to stay behind the scenes in a legitimate way.

The older you are, the more stingy you are at casting your magic power.

Perhaps this is the root of his decline.

Silieto lowered his eyes slightly, without any fluctuation in his tone: "This subordinate will leave."

Until Sillieto's aura completely disappeared outside the tent, Maro whispered regretfully: "If he continues like this, after the war is over, he is doomed to become a victim."

"Your Excellency has done enough for him, please don't worry about it anymore."

Behind the dark curtain, a young girl with innocent features quietly revealed her figure, and she obviously heard the conversation between the two.At this moment, his eyes were lowered, and he looked a little worried, "The other party's priests stooped to perform holy miracles on such a large scale, and the Holy Army will definitely compare you. What should I do?"

Maro's face was blurred under the light, her voice was inexplicably hoarse, and it penetrated into her heart in a trance. People couldn't help but want to confide in her heart: "Don't you think that such a person should be recruited to the temple?" ?”

Ma Fei raised her head, her eyes were full of dependence and obedience, which vaguely overlapped with when she was first brought up by him.

"Aren't you the will of the temple in Lei Rui?"

Marlo was momentarily absent-minded.

The place opposite the curtains of the temple, inside the priceless stream crystal wooden hall.

The black liquid became filaments, occupying every corner of the house.Like a huge and deep net, it binds Mu Qinyan in the middle of the sky.

The pure white sacrificial robe had already fallen off to the ground.

Zhuokong greedily sucked the magic power contained in the flow crystal, and the dark glow traced back and forth from the veins.into the ontology.Only a shallow layer is left to maintain the framework of the wooden palace formation.

Anfei and Luo Salun didn't know at this time that the Buddha they had invited back had almost squeezed out the temporary treasure land, leaving only an empty shell.

Mu Zhuoyan's soul was immersed in a dead silence, and the turbulent magic power washed over his body like sea water.The consciousness belonging to the turbid sky is taking this opportunity to occupy his mind.If it was Kaxiu, it should have fallen already.

But Mu Zhuoyan always maintained his clarity, and his strong willpower allowed him to turn the power he absorbed from the darkness into a wave of light that surged around him while he was suffocated.Continue to accept all the pain and anxiety and digest it alone.

The wounded were constantly being replaced, but there was no despair or death that night.

When dawn came, the soul domain that lasted all night was wiped out in the morning sunlight.The entire association army is like a newborn.

Zhengmu Liujing still circulated lightly.Only when you look closely, you will realize that the rich magic power inside has become extremely thin, and there are even some faint cracks.

Mu Qinyan woke up from the exhausted sea of ​​consciousness, his pupils had returned to normal.The pitch-black veins melted into the air, and he fell from mid-air, his whole body was weak and hollowed out.

In this transformation, only a small amount of pitiful magic power flows in the fully doubled vein.

The repeatedly regenerated skin is slightly red and tingling.

This is the price he paid for a night of indulgence.

...

"My lord?" Guard One's tone was high, even though the people inside the door couldn't see him, he still straightened his body and tried his best to show his best side.My heart is full of gratitude and reverence.

Obviously heard the sound inside.

Mu Zhuoyan picked up the white sacrificial robe and wiped away all traces of darkness in the house.A little tired, he responded, "Has Commander Anfei been here?"

"Yes, my lord!" The second guard replied first, "Commander Anfei came to visit you once, but it was still early, so he didn't bother you, and he is expected to come again in half an hour!"

Mu Qinyan tidied up her robes, feeling a little helpless.Anfei probably wished that he could maintain the soul domain here.Whether you have a meeting or not can be left behind.

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