Douluo: Summon the eight demons at the beginning

Chapter 95 Dark Archmage VS Sao Feng
Everything in the world has infinite possibilities. What you lack is just a few ways to become a god.

I, Daolong, will lead you to become gods together, no matter you are a human or a spirit beast.

The Religion is waiting for you!
Ning Fengzhi looked at the introduction on the paper and looked extremely surprised.

Apart from these promotional slogans, what was recorded below was what really shocked Ning Fengzhi.

According to Daolong, he can use black magic to extract the power from the spell, so that people can use the spell ability without the need for a spell.

The spell itself will not be damaged.

Therefore, Daolong searched for talismans all over the world, and promised himself that he did not need talismans, but only used them to extract abilities. The reward was to perform black magic to extract abilities for the owner of the talisman.

As well as developing the true power of the spell.

The power of the spell is not just that simple, it represents a road leading to the strong. As long as you understand this road, you can have the most powerful power.

Stand on the top of the world and overlook the world!All the gods will bow at your feet.

Ning Feng's breathing became rapid.

Is it really possible to make the gods kneel down and worship?Maybe the devil can...

Demons from ancient times who ruled the world were more powerful than gods.

The dragon talisman was in his pocket. Ning Fengzhi had never felt that this talisman was so important. It was something that could really change his destiny.

"What are you looking at?" A voice came from behind.

Ju Lan stuck out his tongue, his eyes were cold and lifeless, which made Ning Fengzhi shiver.

"Lord Curse Lan, this is what happened on the mainland!"

He suppressed the panic in his heart, lowered his head to answer, and raised his eyes to see the embarrassed Chen Xin and Gu Rong in the distance.

Ju Lan had just finished warming up with the two of them. He stretched out his four arms and felt comfortable.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were exhausted and exhausted. They couldn't even touch each other even if they tried to get close.

The powerful sword move was inexplicably bounced back by gravity, leaving him helpless.

Ju Lan reached out and touched his chin, browsing casually, feeling a little curious in his heart.

After he was sealed, he was isolated from the outside world. He didn't know anything about the outside world, and naturally he didn't know Daolong.

However, after his resurrection, he heard about the other person, saying that he was the founder of the current divine world. The Holy Lord said that he was the evil in the world after the devil.

Did evil appear again not long after we were sealed?

Curse Lan's eyes were deep, and he had too many questions in his heart that he wanted to figure out.

Do black energy and righteousness have to be balanced?
Is it true that if there is an era when evil flourishes, it will definitely be doomed?

Who is behind the scenes of this repetition?What does the will of the world look like?
The more he thought about this, the more irritated he became, so he simply ignored it.

Forget it, let the Holy Lord take care of these things. Unknown and foggy things make me tired.

Curse Lan flew into the sky, and sat on the Moon Throne amidst everyone's kneeling, his eyes indifferent.

"Hurry up!" the servant urged softly.

The three-foot-tall shadow ninja came out carrying fruits, mixed with disciples wearing sect uniforms.

Ning Fengzhi stroked his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost thought his ambition had been discovered just now, and he was extremely nervous.

Chen Xin clutched her shoulders in pain and walked step by step. Gu Rong also felt uncomfortable, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Because his attack power was weak, Curse Blue knocked him back and forth, and there were ruins of ruins that he hit throughout the Moon Capital.

"Fengzhi, what happened just now?" Chen Xin asked with worried eyes.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, handed the message to the two of them and said, "It's okay, it's just news from a servant." After Chen Xin and Gu Rong read it, their expressions were extremely shocked, "This, this..."

Being able to extract the power of spells, wouldn't it mean that they all also have the power of spells?
If I have that kind of flame in my sword, what can't I cut through?

Chen Xin thought of this in an instant, and the image of his sword wrapped around him appeared in his mind, full of oppression.

However, soon, he swung his sword, and the bursting flame slash turned around and rushed towards him.

The dazzling firelight engulfed him and pulled him out of his fantasy, smiling bitterly.

If you can't even touch the opponent, what's the point of attacking?
The ability of Curse Blue is really disappointing!

Chen Xin looked up to the sky and sighed, his sore shoulders already stiff.

Gu Rong patted his old brother gently, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Don't worry, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."

Ning Fengzhi looked at the two of them with firm eyes, and was watched by both of them at the same time, without saying anything.

If the divine religion wants to truly establish itself, it must first overcome the current hurdle.

Someone will definitely come from Wuhun Palace, Angel Douluo will not give up on his granddaughter, and then Sao Feng has also said that he wants to kill Daolong.

There are quite a lot of enemies Daolon faces.

Ning Fengzhi commanded the team serving Curse Lan. Groups of disciples passed by in front of him. Chen Xin walked to the side and sat down. He placed the sword across his knees and closed his eyes to concentrate on the sword.

He didn't know whether Daolong could survive it, and he was troubled in his heart.

Although he is an ancient dark mage who invented divine power, but the devil has been so strong several times, hasn't it still fallen to this level now?
Hope you don't let me down!

He stood beside the team with his hands behind his back, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

Heaven Dou City, the Imperial Palace.

The originally splendid palace buildings are now all painted with red paint and covered with red cloth, making them look mysterious, ancient and solemn.

It had only been half an hour since the establishment of the cult, and the workers obviously didn't have time to achieve this level of success. It was all because of magic.

Daolong sat on the crimson throne and looked outside the hall with indifferent eyes.

The Holy Lord watched through his eyes and waited with him for Sao Feng and Qian Daoliu.

To be honest, he suddenly felt that he should have used the method of refining spell abilities to push people across the continent to collect spells.

Instead of him searching in secret alone, it would be slow and time-consuming.

I really regret not making Daolosaurus earlier!

But now that Daolon has come out, everything is fine. I believe other talismans will be collected faster.

Above the sky, a black spot kept approaching.

With the howling wind, the howling wind landed on the palace and made a big hole.

The surrounding walls collapsed and rubble flew.

"Daolong!" Xiaofeng's voice was cold and his face was ferocious, as if he had come from under the Nine Heavens of Hell.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but feel terrified, and some even fainted from fright.

This time Sao Feng was really angry.

Daolong stood up calmly, and a black mist enveloped him and rushed out of the hall.

"Where to run?" Sao Feng quickly chased him and flew out, but was led away by him.

The people below were relieved and collapsed on the ground, their minds filled with the feeling of surviving the disaster.

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