"boom----"

Two powerful fire lights passed through the sky. Looking closely, there were two figures in the center, rushing to pass by at least two Mach speed. The arcs blooming were fancy and almost tore the sky apart. Although they were nominally "magics", they were actually no different from those Saiyans who were waving in the sky. The attack method was mainly melee fighting and spells as supplements... The golden and dark blue meteors would occasionally collide in the air like gyros, and then form a shock wave, which rolled up the smoke and dust on the ground and then cracked to both sides.

In this iron-headed competition, the tapirs did not fall into a disadvantage. They maintained almost the same speed and output as the Yin clan since the war started. Every time they hit the air, the earth would be shaken by the rest of the power, and even some unsolid places were directly cracked and cracked, traversing things, which was extremely terrifying. At this moment, Mo Di and Ye Ying were still here. Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, all those who could walk were exposed. At this time, those who had not left... probably were all under the ruins, and they were just used as dry bones in the tomb, without considering it.

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After finding out the approximate flight speed of the opponent, tapir made up his mind to generate mana, and moved a big move to force it to distance dozens of meters.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, he closed his eyes slightly, buckled his left and right hands, then separated them, and began to meditate according to the steps in the book, building mana after ring structures in his body so that it could form a miniature magic array by itself. At the same time, Apophis sensed the call of his master and began to rotate quickly like the inner ring of a drum washing machine. Countless gold-colored flames circled up, gathering four parts behind the tapir, in front of his body, feet, and forehead. The flames gathered, and the power of the stars was only one millionth, burning the sky to a hot and dry place. This scene inevitably reminded people of the ancient myth: born nine days, nine bright big fires hung on the heads of sentient beings, and people were living in vain.

The clown's magic is indeed quite convenient. It only took a few seconds to complete this series of movements.

The formation of the magic circle was completed, and the energy generated by nuclear fusion surged out of the core of Apophis, and in a moment it flowed all over it. When you opened your eyes, tapir? He calmed down, clenched his fists, and slowly chanted, "Light, great, holy and kind King Solomon, listen to my call and respond to my prayers. Please lend me the power of the seventy-two elves for the time being!"

At this moment, countless pillars of fire surged out from the center of the earth, turning into dragons, soaring into the sky, swirling around the tapirs, wrapping them in the center. Although these nameless fires are not as pure as the purple evil fire of the Heavenly Evil, they have the purest heat and temperature of the flames, and the orange-red flame tongues appear quite dazzling in the air. The dragon composed of flames roared and screamed. Their sound waves not only had a domineering aura of dominance, but also spread the unique sense of power of the fire throughout this dead ruin. Just beside the tapirs, some fireballs with a diameter of about five meters began to gradually take shape, floating one after another in the sky, surrounding the fire dragons. From a distance, it seemed to be surrounded by an extremely bright street light. In the luxurious beauty, the elegant atmosphere of death as embers emerged from it, which was suffocating.

It is dense, comparable to the stars in the sky and the sand on the ground.

At this moment, the surface temperature of this area exceeded the highest recorded in Hangzhou history, reaching the point where mortals could be killed by heat. Fortunately, Ye Ying still had the strength to wrap himself and the mourning flute with evil spirits so that he would not burn and die.

The fire was everywhere, tapir? As the time was about to come, he closed his eyes again and silently recited the elf he wanted to come to the mortal world in his heart. At the same time, he felt it as much as he could, adjusted his power, and guided it into the real world. A stream of fire suddenly burst out from his forehead, as if it turned into a small phoenix, whirling lightly on his body.

"The elves of strictness and etiquette, the king's instructions have been issued. Please follow my will, temporarily cover the power of the flame on me, and obey my command!" This was the first time he used the magic attack left by King Solomon, and it was difficult to adapt. He looked dazed, but at least he insisted on reciting the spell, "Let's appear in the world, the unsolvable one, Amon! (amon)"

Suddenly, the fire gathered, the sky and the earth changed color, and the face of the tapir was also lit up at this moment.

But... in the face of such a powerful attack, the Yin clan just glanced at it and said lightly indifferently, "Bal.(ba''al)"

How casual and ordinary, he was calling for a god's name, but there was no trace of awe in his tone. This calmness was like calling a waiter to check out in a restaurant. The purpose was to just call people over and achieve this result, and there was no need to waste any unnecessary emotions. Just in terms of order, Barr was ranked first, while Amon was ranked seventh, but the treatment was so different, it was like seeing a ghost...

However, just like the waiter in the hotel, Barr had no choice, and he had to respond to the call of Yin clan in a good voice and lend him his power. You Dao is the turn of Feng Shui. The God's line is not as easy as expected. He must admit it at any time when he should admit defeat... For example, now, the Yin clan is not at the same level as the person in Wushan Square that day. The Yin clan who sealed and liberated was not inferior to Solomon Grandi himself. The evil god of their level was simply to pick it up and take things out. The situation has changed. If Barr dares to put on airs at this time, he will definitely die miserably in the future...

Above the clouds, dark clouds piled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, like countless dark castles, and appeared in the field of vision of mortals in the form of small vortexes. Soon, a thunderbolt of thickness of trees surrounded by trees suddenly fell, like a sharp blade cast by God on earth. This lightning came too fast, and only split a layer of burning electrolytic ozone in the air. The twisted figure seemed to tear apart the sharp claws of the sky and attacked straight towards the tapir.

The latter had never expected that the Yin clan could summon lightning of this size in such a short time, and immediately fell to the point of being caught off guard, his hands and feet stiffened. The huge electric sparks detonated the giant fireballs floating in the air. For a moment, high-temperature flames as viscous as magma erupted out one after another, like a grand fireworks blooming on the ruins of the city, like a meteorite, and splashing towards the ground with great rudder. The loud "rumbling" sounds were endless, and the air and heat waves spread one after another. This scene was no less than hell.

The tapir drew a straight line in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, shaking out a huge pit from all directions. But after all, the bird gun was replaced, and the overflowing energy of Apophis instantly generated a layer of shield, which instinctively blocked most of the impact. The tapir did not fall into a pool of mud. Originally, falling from this height, two hundred and ninety-eight of the three hundred witch hunters would probably have to die...

However, before he could take a breath, the sound of thunder came from the sky again - it was obvious that the Yin clan would not let him go like this, and the next lightning strike would come soon!

"Damn..." Tapir? muttered and cursed, and didn't have time to think of any fresh words. He quickly gathered his hands together, leaving a little space in the middle, rubbing it back and forth repeatedly, looking a bit like Kakarot's qigong posture. He just made it like the dough like rubbing dough for dozens of seconds, muttering the Hebrew spell of unknown origin. In fact, there were glimmers of light gathering in his palm, gradually becoming brighter and brighter. The light was light green, but with a little powder visual effect, and it looked like... Tapir? was holding a hand of fireflies that only appeared in summer nights.

He stared at the sky with some conscience, as if he was on guard against the lightning strike that could come at any time.

The Yin clan did not let him wait for a long time.

Among the clouds at high altitude, lightning appeared and loomed in the clouds like a flying Yinglong, flying up and down, covering the entire cloud in a terrifying atmosphere. In a short while, a lightning wrapped in purple light fell from the sky, almost at the same moment it appeared, crossing a distance of several thousand meters, and attacking the tapir. The latter hurriedly came out his palms, barely sending the magic power in his hand towards him before the lightning broke all of this into a mosaic, colliding with the extraordinary lightning movie.

"boom----!!!"

The lightning was gone, and the light ball in the tapir hand was gone. The huge electric potential energy was transformed into groups of golden flapping moths, flapping their wings as shiny as tin foil, and flew out from the tapirs, grouped together, and headed towards the distant sky. The power of lightning was not an ordinary person after all. Even if the tapirs used such "change" methods, it was impossible to transform all their power successfully. There were inevitably some crackling arcs on their five fingers, and the skin was burned quickly, burning a layer of skin, revealing the blurred flesh and blood inside.

Apophis noticed his master's injuries and immediately distributed some energy to accelerate the metabolism of the tapir. This third-level scald...is cured in a few seconds, and the process will be more painful.

The golden butterflies took off from the wasteland and flew towards the unrecognizable sky. From a distance, they looked like a huge golden smoke pillar, rising, lightly and elegant, giving people a sense of hope and comfort to die. At least on this ruin filled with despair and death, the golden butterfly transformed from tapir looks so out of place, but it is so romantic, as beautiful as a tender fairy tale.

"Hmph... a trick that is not good." Yin clan also witnessed the tricks of tapir in the air, but it was obvious that he himself was completely disdainful of this kind of opportunistic magic, and only felt that it was a low-level third-rate. "Forget it, you have just entered the industry and can't learn anything good... Since you start with the summoning technique left by King Solomon, OK, let's continue playing this, and it depends on when you can't hold on."
Chapter completed!