Cataclysmic Transformation

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With deep hatred in Ron's eyes, he saw Wharton's eyes and looked at him without shrinking.

"It's him?"

"Isn't it? It's him? That fool who rewards twenty gold coins in one go?" [Search for the latest updates

"A child in his early twenties actually shocked the sacred domain of the Holy See? Impossible?"

The mercenaries saw Ron stand out, their eyes were a little surprised, they would never think of a teenager in his twenties who was like a child. What a deep hatred.

"I finally found you, Ron!"

There was a slight smile on the corner of Wharton's mouth, "I thought you wouldn't be able to shrink like a turtle with a head in your life."

Ron took a deep breath, looked at Wharton up and down, and said with a deep voice, "What the **** do you want?"

Wharton smiled. "It's simple. Put down your arms, surrender, and go back with us to accept the judgment of the trial court ..."

"Accept the ruling of your trial court? Haha ..." Ron smiled angrily, his laughter stopped. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why? Why can you tell a person's life or death? Yes, I am You have practiced undead magic, but why do you decide that the person who practices undead magic is heresy! "

At that time, the mercenaries suddenly realized that the holy church came to kill the heretics, no wonder that such a laborer moved the crowd, but it was a big deal for the necromancer to seem to have made a big fuss.

Some mercenaries looked at Ron with sympathy in their eyes, and thought to himself, "This guy is not good at learning, but he has learned the most unspoken undead magic, offended the Holy See not to say, nothing yet Useful, it ’s so stupid! "

Wharton's face sank, and he was just waiting to teach Ron. He never liked to talk nonsense to his enemies. When he was about to start, a person next to him suddenly jumped out.

"Bold!"

Diallo's voice was high, "What qualifications do you **** heretics have to speak to Master Wharton in this tone!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and bowed to Wharton, "Master Wharton, please allow me to teach this lesson who knows nothing!"

Wharton thought for a while, smiled slightly, and nodded gently, "Go ahead, don't get back and see me!"

Diallo was overjoyed. Wharton ’s position representative gave him a chance to make a contribution. He was very clear about what it meant to get credit at this time. He busy said, "Please adults please grace!"

Wharton was undecided, walked to a table next to him, and sat down leisurely @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html.

A slight grin appeared on Diallo's face, and he slowly pulled out the gold-level two-handed sword from the space bag, and said in his mouth, "Humble, dirty, lowly heresy, you will die in my Diallo's Under the sword! And this small mercenary station will be your burial ground! "

Ron was fine, but Khomelin in Soul Ring exploded. "Humble? Dirty? Humble? When the Scourge Church ran across the Omros continent, where is the Holy See? This guy dare to be in me Big words in front of you? "

Homerin was so angry that he glared his eyes, and he was least used to seeing the great undead magic.

"Boom--" There was a sound. At this time, Diallo's body exploded with a strong flame, and the flames were burning. His whole person looked like a fireman. He slowly opened two behind him. Only huge wings composed of flames fanned gently.

"Flame Wings! This guy is a master-level powerhouse?" There was a trace of horror in the eyes of the onlookers. The strength of the Holy See was unfathomable. Anyone who came out casually was a master-level.

Diallo, an intermediate swordsman, practiced fiery flames, and his attack carried a scorching heat, even in a place like the Holy See, a strong place like a cloud.

Diallo seemed to be deliberately showing off, spreading the wings of the flames to the maximum, looking at Ron's pale face, feeling very proud.

"Huh! It's just a master strong! I let him get down in three minutes!" Khomelin snorted dissatisfiedly. "Ron, your body is too weak. Lao Tzu can't beat the strong man in the sanctuary, but the guy is not as good as to play with it. You open me and let me come! I have to teach him this time! Let him know the undead Magic is amazing! "

Khomelin said angrily.

Before waiting for Ron to say, then Wharton frowned, "Don't play, just pack him and go back early!"

"Yes! Master!" Diallo felt awkward in his heart. He knew that he had played too much and made Master Wharton unhappy. He raised his head, looked at Ron, and smiled, his whole body rose into the air.

"Let ... lift into the air? He ... he can fly!" Ron panicked.

"It's nothing, the masters will fly!" Khomelin said in a deep voice. "He's about to attack!"

"Stop it!"

Diallo's eyes were brilliant, his body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards Ron.

The opponent's sword had a powerful flame, and Ron felt hot, like he was burning, and the powerful force made him feel suffocated.

Ron didn't know what to do, he read the spell, desperately propped up the bone shield, trying to block Diarona's powerful blow.

Speaking late, then fast, at this time, a force suddenly came first and stopped in front of Ron.

"boom--"

Diallo didn't close, and his two-handed sword slammed violently, connecting with the short soldier of that force, and making a huge roar.

A powerful force gushed out, Diallo was taken aback. The strength of this force was far beyond his imagination. Upon contact, he was shocked.

"what?"

Diallo's eyes widened, and there was an incredible look in his eyes. At this time, he saw clearly, that powerful force was only a small thing, and that little thing was just-a chicken bone , A chicken bone that was bitten by someone.

Just relying on a chicken bone, actually forced a master to retreat.

Diallo's fiery anger was shocked, and he stepped back a few steps. He raised his head, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of horror flashed in Diallo's eyes. Is the strength of the Necromancer so powerful?

At this moment, Wharton behind him stood up with a "sound--", ​​a dignified look hung on his face, his eyes flashed sharply, "I don't know which saintly domain strongman came to visit, but also Please come out for a while! "

"Sanctuary powerhouse?" Ron was stunned. What other holyland powerhouses are there besides Wharton.

Khomelin smiled slightly and said slowly, "It's the old drunkard, he shot!"

"It's him?" Ron's eyes fell on the old drunkard who had just bought twenty gold coins to buy wine. He rubbed his eyes and looked like he couldn't believe it. "He's a strong man in the sanctuary? What do you think? Not like it! "

In Ron ’s mind, the strong man in the sanctuary should be as strong and domineering as Wharton, and no one in the world is looking at it, but the old drunkard dressed like a beggar in front of him, how do you think about it? It doesn't look very powerful.

Khomelin's mouth was crooked, and there was a hint of smile. "The words of the strong man of the sanctuary are not written on his face. The guy has the ability to converge. If he does it, even I may not be able to see it. come out!"

Khomelin continued, "I just don't know what his purpose is, if he can help you, you can hide from this storm!"

Ron was amazed. "You mean that the old drunkard is stronger than Wharton in the Holy See?"

Khomelin did not answer directly, "You will know when you look down!"

The whole mercenary station was quiet. Under the invisible murderous gaze of Wharton, all mercenaries' hearts jumped continually, and they did not dare to breathe, fearing that they would anger the Holy Spirit. Domain strong.

But when he heard that there was still a saint strongman here, his heart was even more shocked.

Two powerful saints!

In Noah's continent, there are many cultivators, but there are only a handful of people who become strong in the sanctuary. Ordinary cultivators may not be able to see one in their lifetime, but in the small kingdom of Babalin, a remote mercenary station, click Two of them appeared.

Diallo was still a little dissatisfied, but when Wharton shouted out the words "Sanctuary Strong", he suddenly stunned, with no fighting spirit, and gave him a hundred guts to dare not talk to the Sanctuary Strong. Hands on, he knows that if the other party is willing, the small chicken bone just now is enough to take his life. Now that he can live, it can be seen that it is the result of the other party's mercy.

Diallo quickly stepped aside. In the current situation, he said one more sentence is the act of finding death. Diallo is very smart, he will not be so stupid.

Wharton's gaze slowly swept over these mercenaries. At this time, his gaze paused, his body tightened violently, and a murderous shot was suddenly released.

"It's you?" Wharton asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Hey!" The old drunkard stood up with a smile, patted the dust on his body and said to Wharton, "It's still recognized by you, it's not fun at all!"

The old drunkard stood up suddenly, a glimmer of light in his eyes, he straightened up, and the air of the world was born, how could there be a drunken look.

Although the old drunkard was wearing a ragged shirt, he could not conceal his temperament as a strong man. His hands fell naturally, a faint smile hung on his face, and Wharton's awkward and powerful momentum, There was no impact on him at all.

The mercenary station was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and all mercenaries were stunned. The old man who was drinking and drinking here every few months for a few months, would he be a holy domain powerhouse? If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.

Some people who refuse to give money are upset.

Wharton's eyes were like a sword, and he shot the old drunkard. He gritted his teeth and asked, "You-is-who-"

"Who am I?" The old drunkard chuckled, "I have been in seclusion for a long time, and I have only recently walked around. I am afraid that not many people remember who I am, even I almost forgot my name!"

He said with a faint smile, "My name is-Corbett Ji Busein ..."