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The high priest Salar had long known that the guy of the Son of Fire was a despicable son. Before the update of Dingdian novels, his adopted son Anatoli had suffered many losses in his hands.

But he was just wary of it, but unexpectedly he had planned it. I really don’t know what he had experienced before, and where did he learn these shameless things from. He didn’t even let him finish his words...

The poor high priest, no matter how smart he is, he can't guess Wang Yan's tactics all originated from his early game career in school.

When playing games, if you want to become a master, besides personal skills and teamwork, vulgarity and acting are two essential qualities.

"Bang!"

The high priest smashed his back hard on a pillar, and gravel flew around, almost smashing the pillar. Blood was sprayed in his mouth, and he was very embarrassed and angry.

Thanks to his strong strength and his physical fitness has reached an incredible level. Although this time is ruthless, it still cannot take his life.

Anger fermented in his body, and the power of ice brewed above his head. The mist gathered into an ancient giant beast, with its powerful image and exuding the breath of a king, which was the totem power of the high priest.

Damn Son of Fire, this priest is going to tear you to pieces. Just as the high priest was about to leap forward and fight with Son of Fire.

A sigh rang in front of him: "Oh, Salar, why are you doing this?"

The leader of the Winter Gods clan, Kerr, had appeared in front of him at some point. He was wearing simple animal skins and looked at the high priest with a weathered look, with pain and regret in his eyes: "You are the high priest in the clan, and the elder who grew up watching me grow up. From childhood to adulthood, I have respected you very much and regarded you as the most noble idol in my mind. Why do you betray the winter goddess guarded by our Winter Gods for generations."

"Kor, you are only sixty or seventy years old, what do you know?" The high priest Salar roared with a ferocious face, "Our Winter Goddess is just a group of dogs raised by the bitch of the Winter Goddess. You still remember that more than thirty years ago, a rare epidemic occurred in our Winter Goddess, and many people were tortured and threatened by the plague. When I watched the descendants of each tribe die, I prayed devoutly to the Winter Goddess for help~ I hope she saves our children~"

Speaking of this, the high priest laughed wildly and sadly, "But you know that 30,000 people died in the entire Winter Goddess tribe that time. The Winter Goddess never showed up from beginning to end. What's the use of this kind of goddess we want?"

"Maybe you have some reason." The patriarch Cole sighed, "but His Majesty the Goddess has protected our tribe for thousands of years, and each of us has some of the blood of the Winter Goddess in our bodies. Moreover, I believe His Majesty the Goddess must have difficulties. Salal, stop."

"The Tao is different and does not plan for each other." The high priest said with a grim smile, "What's more, I have come to this point today and there is no way back at all."

"Since that's the case, there's only one battle." The clan leader Cole raised his rough hand, and a giant axe with an exaggerated and ferocious shape appeared in his hand. Under the power of the ice law, he was covered with an armor-like ice crystal.

With a stepping under his feet, he rushed towards the high priest like an ancient ice storm dragon. The ice crystal battle axe was in his hands as if he had the momentum to create the world.

He is truly worthy of being the leader of the Winter God clan. As soon as he takes action, he exudes the momentum of a peerless master.

The high priest waved the scepter in his hand, and the condensed totem monster roared and greeted the clan leader Cole. The two top masters of the Winter God clan, with the power of destroying the world, collided fiercely.

Even the goddess altar throughout the winter was husking.

Several flowers bloomed, each with one branch. Just as the patriarch Kerr blocked the high priest for Wang Yan. Wang Yan had already seized the opportunity, and it was really not moving, and it was shocking. He was covered in a layer of raging flames, in a state of slashing meteors, and bursting towards the goddess statue.

His goal is very simple, to save the goddess of winter first. She is now shrouded in the strange energy mesh. If she escapes from difficulties, she dares not say that she can reverse the current situation, and at least add a powerful force to her side.

Although the Winter Goddess is far less powerful than her heyday, her law level should be very high.

"What a plan!"

Seeing this, the Ice and Snow Envoy and others couldn't help but secretly praise him. Wang Yan didn't move from beginning to end, but when he moved, he had a rushing momentum, pointing directly at the enemy's heart weakness.

But just as Wang Yan was about to pull the energy mesh that looked specifically at the soul, a cold breath came to his back from the slant, and the pores all over his body instantly exploded.

Wang Yan immediately stopped, and his whole body swung backwards in the air, his body arched and his punch exploded.

"boom!"

His punch collided with a real force of evil spirit, and the red flames and gray aura bloomed in all directions.

The person who came, as if he could not bear Wang Yan's punch, flew over ten meters away before he stopped. He was wearing a black robe, and his body was filled with a cold and filthy aura. He smiled strangely and said, "I am really worthy of being the son of flame, and such a strong power."

Of course, this person is the plague messenger, an old devil who is very afraid of even the Ice and Snow Messenger.

After fighting with Wang Yan, he seemed to suffer some losses. A blush flashed across his thin face, and his black robe was burned by flames in many places.

Wang Yan's expression was calm and he was floating coldly in the air. On his right fist, a black corrosive aura spread to his wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he was directly at the heart.

"Haha, I dare to use the tricks in front of me." Wang Yan laughed sarcastically, and a stream of yang fire in his body flowed, and the black and gray aura instantly dissipated.

Pure Yang True Fire is the yang fire that can destroy all evil spirits in the world. Wang Yan’s flame level is still above Pure Yang True Fire.

"Hehe~ Son of Flame, you are so big." The plague messenger said with a strange smile, "Before, you destroyed our plan and killed the Banshee who reported the death. We have not settled the account with you. Now you dare to interfere in our plan. Are you planning to fight against our Black Death Legion? You are really brave!"

"idiot!"

Wang Yan sneered and said, "What the Black Death Legion, you are just a group of resurrections. You are bragging to me here, and it seems to be amazing. I think you are so brave that you are actually against my son of flames who are the dignified Chinese State Bureau!"

"You!" The plague messenger's old face changed and was so irritated by Wang Yan that he couldn't speak.
Chapter completed!