Vol 2 Chapter 516: The horror of the plague god

"I am Xuanwu" I can't believe it...
　　 Think he wanted to find a place full of vitality at the time? How much bitter did you have? How much thought was spent? How much did it cost to get...
　　 Hey, people are more dead than people, and they have to be thrown away.
　　 "Yes, I am waiting for you at the gate of the warehouse on the second floor of the Wing Man Kingdom."
　　 Hanging up on a rainy night, quietly thinking about what kind of items should I exchange for the blessing of Xuanwu?
　　 If you find the Xuanwu God, you definitely don't need to pay any price, maybe there is still a slight possibility to directly get the blessing from Xuanwu.
　　 But how can you buy information from others without paying the price?
　　 The rules and patterns of "Tianji Pavilion" are still known.
　　 It wasn't until four or five minutes after hanging up on the rainy night that "I am Xuanwu" could react to the rainy night's coordinates.
　　 At this moment, there was an evil thought in his heart for no reason: to his blood-rich place and occupy his chance. Once it succeeds? What are the benefits?
　　 This thought is like sparks falling on the earth, and it becomes a prairie fire in a moment.
　　 But when he saw the rainy night, such thoughts suddenly extinguished, his haughty head lowered a bit, and the whole person became humble.
　　 In this second, the ‘I am Xuanwu’, who was originally high above and like a proud white swan, instantly transformed into a prostrate quail, shrank his head in the sand, not daring to think anymore.
　　What did he see? Can he make him so timid?
　　 ‘I’m Xuanwu’ the first thing I saw was not the rainy night, but the demon standing behind the rainy night that could destroy the world and shock the world.
　　 That is the figure of the plague god, it is a figure that brings death and doom, straight into the sky, it is extremely majestic, making people unable to see the whole picture.
　　 There is a black death mist around his body, and there is no vitality. Even the surrounding environment seems to be changed, assimilated, and rendered as pure black.
　　 is a hundred li in a radius, and it is the realm of the plague magic gods. The sky seems to be splashed with ink, which makes people feel repressed at first glance, creating a sense of irresistibility.
　　 Such a scene? "I'm Xuanwu" can you not be scared? Can you be afraid?
　　 He paused for a few steps, his thoughts stopped, then he gritted his teeth hard, a generous expression of death appeared on his cheeks, took a greedily breath and entered the domain of the plague magic god.
　　 ‘I’m Xuanwu’ did not summon a pet, but a green tortoise appeared behind him, as if he were one with him, this is not over;
　　 Tortoise shells and snake scales, these characteristics are emerging in the body of "I am Xuanwu".
　　咚, the Baili domain of the plague magic felt the breath of a stranger, and suddenly pressed down in one direction.
　　 ‘I’m Xuanwu’ suddenly felt a stagnation in his chest and a sweet voice in his throat. The blood in his body was tumbling nonstop, but he was still trying his best to hold on, not spitting out the blood.
　　 He tried hard to take another step forward, but this step was like a moat. He... couldn't make it through.
　　 tried several times, ‘I’m Xuanwu’ took a step back, and the locked aura instantly disappeared, as if the pressure of Yuan Ru He had never appeared before.
　　 ‘I’m Xuanwu’ clasped his fists, bowed, opened his mouth full of blood and said sincerely:
　　 "Congratulations to the gods of strength to the next level."
　　 "It's not that my strength is diligent, but your strength has regressed, Xuanwu."
　　 The sound of the plague law god’s bone rubbing sounded, making people chill from the bottom of my heart.
　　 "I am Xuanwu" raised his head, and the illusory figure of the plague came into his eyes.
　　 The huge phantom in the sky is still there, ‘I’m Xuanwu’ looking at the sky, with two plague magic gods, one big and one small in front of them, not surprised, but silently nodded.
　　 "We don't want to die in that position, so we can only seek change."
　　 The words of ‘I am Xuanwu’ are a little lonely, a little sad, and there are memories of vicissitudes of life.
　　 "We? Are Qinglong and others also..."
　　 The plague law said slightly, and asked with a little interest.
　　 "Hmm, yes."
　　Plague Magic God raised his head and glanced at the sky of the Wing Man Realm, his gaze seemed to have traveled through time, through space, and fell on a certain time node.
　　 "'Holy Dragon' is my student and can be tested, but not too much. As for blackmail? I don't think you can do it; find a way to inform Qinglong and others that what you want is what you want."
　　 The plague law did not conceal his intentions, and directly ordered.
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After 　　 said, the figures of the two plague gods, one big and one small, disappeared, and the sky became clear.
　　 ‘I’m Xuanwu’ took two steps back, his back was wet, and at a certain moment before, he really felt death lingering around him.
　　 ‘I’m Xuanwu’ weeping and continued walking forward.
　　 Lost, this time blood loss.
　　 How can he not understand the meaning of the words in and out of the plague method? How can he pretend not to know the information revealed:
　　 As soon as possible, let the "Holy Dragon" obtain the coordinates of the other four gods, and complete the blessings to the gods.
　　 With the support of unreasonable elders like the plague law god, can the "Holy Dragon" suffer a loss?
　　 Hey, being weak is the original sin, if'I am Xuanwu' is strong enough? Have the same status as the plague god?
　　 Forget it, don't think about these unrealistic things.
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　　 Things a hundred miles away are naturally impossible to know about rainy night. At this moment, he is still waiting patiently at the gate of the warehouse for "I am Xuanwu".
　　 The figure of the plague that ruined the world just now did not appear in his eyes at all.
　　Here, nothing happened in the sky~EbookFREE.me~.
　　 At the same time, the fourth floor of the Wing Man Kingdom...
　　The fourth layer of the Wing People Kingdom Rainy Night has only seen the figure of "Ying", but it is naturally impossible to have only "Ying" in a huge city.
　　 At this moment, thirteen middle-aged men wearing sharp armor and holding sharp blades gathered in a simple meeting room.
　　 This is their habit...
　　 The meeting room is not big, only tens of square meters, the architectural style still maintains the ancient style, rough, bold and eclectic.
　　 This conference room is very commemorative, and the decision that was made from another dimension space came from this building.
　　 So this building was preserved for millions of years...
　　 The thirteen people had their faces solidified like iron, unsmiling, stern-faced in a circle, listening to the ‘wing’ to issue one pre-war order after another.
　　 At the beginning of the battle, the ‘wings’ are generals, and they are ‘army’. It’s good to follow orders and express opinions at will? That is impossible and not allowed.
　　 They didn't speak, they just stood there, and there was a breath of gold, iron horses, corpse mountains and blood, so that mosquitoes and flies did not dare to take off.
　　 Looking at the aura of their whole body, these people are all ninth-tier gods, and they are the high-ranking ninth-tier gods in the winged kingdom.
　　 Suddenly, this group of people seemed to feel something, and together they turned their eyes to the second floor of the Wing Man Realm.
　　 "This breath is very strong, I am far from an opponent."