Chapter 1194: Evil King and Dark Flame Demon Lord

Tasenk's gaze fell above the altar.
Where the Lord of the Black Mist was originally, something was placed there.
Gritting his teeth, overcoming the remaining coercion, came to the altar and took it in his hand.
Tasenk's movements naturally attracted the attention of the church members.
Everyone's eyes fell on the objects he was holding.
It was a brown-black liquid, shaking slightly.
Under the not very bright light in the church, it reflects the misty brilliance.
God-given thing!
Items left by the Lord of the Black Mist, a gift from the gods!
Suddenly, everyone's breathing became short.
Swallowing sounds one after another, everyone's eyes showed greed.
If it wasn't for the Lord of the Black Mist who had just left, coupled with Tasenk's strong strength, it would not be impossible for a robbery to occur.
"Master Tarsenk, what is the function of this thing left by the Lord of the Black Mist?" the famous gray-haired cultist asked dryly.
Every believer wears a mask. Although they participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the Lord of the Black Mist, they do not want to reveal their identity.
The reason most believers join the Black Mist Church is nothing more than their own desires.
Belief is something that needs profit to maintain most of the time.
For example, endless life, supreme power, ultimate strength...
Everyone has their own desires, just for these illusory dreams, they joined the Black Mist Church.
"The items left by the Lord of the Black Mist can directly restore all non-fatal injuries." Tasenk briefly explained.
This is a great immortal existence, the message that the Lord of the Black Mist directly instilled in his mind before he left.
Among the church members around, sighs suddenly sounded, and it didn't seem to be in line with their ideas.
This is so, many people still stare at the bottle of brown liquid.
Recovering all non-fatal injuries directly is totally deadly in another sense.
If you get it yourself...
"This is a gift from the Lord of the Black Mist, and it should be properly placed. Besides, everyone present has no need for it."
Tasenk's plain words caused everyone present to converge.
"The coming of the Lord of the Black Mist has attracted the attention of many people." Tasenk glanced out the window.
The rain is pouring down, the noise is endless, the sky is as dim as thick ink, and nothing is clear.
The current Saintia is the center of the whirlpool. Because of the Wanhua Fair, it is unknown how many large and small forces have gathered.
The coming of the Lord of the Black Mist caused a lot of movement, and it won’t be long before someone will come to the church.
The magic inscription engraved on the altar was quickly erased, and the followers in black robes quickly disappeared into the night.
Collapse is a fart, and the Lord of the Black Mist is the eternal existence!
In the hearts of the members of the Black Mist Church, it is almost the same now.
As for those annihilators who inexplicably began to believe in collapse after the ninth plague, are they weak?
How come I have never heard of the existence of a of collapse, the lord of the black mist has just shown a miracle!
Of course, Luo Chuan didn't know about these things.
Leave after fooling people, hiding merit and fame deeply.
This is a good quality necessary for being a boss.
Now he was lying on the sofa, looking at the metal plate used for sacrifice.
It's weighty, and it's full of wind and frost traces left by the years.
The most important thing is that some strange symbols are engraved on the surface, which is completely incomprehensible.
The Sinicization function provided by the system is very powerful, but it doesn't make any difference when encountering certain things.
Just like the formation of Tianlan Continent, even if it is Chineseized, it looks similar to the heavenly book in Luochuan.
Luo Chuan didn't struggle with this issue for too long. He just looked through it a few times and put it on the shelf.
Now he has another collection.
Well, even though he doesn't know the use of collecting these weird things.
It was raining heavily outside, and the thought of going out was gone.
Luo Chuan chose to quit after lying bored on the sofa for a meeting.
Yao Ziyan sat there quietly, looking at the magic phone seriously.
A strand of hair fell from the ears, shaking gently.
Luo Chuan saw this scene after leaving the holographic device with a yawn.
It's very beautiful, and it feels like a peaceful time.
how to say.
The relationship between the two seems to be the same as before, and there seems to be something different.
But Luochuan himself couldn't tell where the difference was.
This makes him feel a little distressed.
"Boss, you haven't been in the coffee shop for too long." Seeing Luochuan coming, Yao Ziyan put down the magic phone.
"It's raining there too." Luo Chuan sat down.
"It's raining?" Yao Ziyan glanced at the snowflakes flying outside the store, "The season here is completely different from that of Saintia."
"After all, they are two different worlds." Luo Chuan sat in a casual and lazy posture, and fell into the soft seat. "By the way, I just encountered something interesting, do you want to listen?"
Yao Ziyan nodded her head again and again: "Okay."
Luo Chuan also briefly talked about it, which was mixed with things like his own guesses.
Yao Ziyan laughed, his eyebrows curled up: "The identity of the boss has been added, the Lord of the Black Mist, sounds very powerful."
"I'm still the Dark Flame Demon Lord." Luo Chuan couldn't help but roll his eyes. The second name of this secondary school is his career in casual mode.
"Then I am the Evil King." Yao Ziyan smiled and stretched out his left hand, placing on the right cheek, and a faint golden glow bloomed in his right eye.
Luo Chuan was startled, then smiled, a very happy smile.
Although Yao Ziyan didn't understand why Luochuan was suddenly so happy.
But Luo Chuan laughed, and she also laughed.
"Hey, Zi Yan, let me tell you a story." Luo Chuan smiled for a few minutes before he could stop his smile.
Yao Ziyan could tell that the boss was really happy. This was the first time she saw Luo Chuan smile so happily.
"Okay." Yao Ziyan held her cheeks, knowing that she would just listen quietly now.
Feather-like snowflakes were scattered from the dim night sky one after another, flying with the howling cold wind, and finally blended with the white earth.
The warmth in the Origin Mall, Luochuan's voice is leisurely, as if coming from another time and space: "That's a story from another world..."
Luochuan's voice is very gentle, pure and gentle, and it sounds very comfortable. Yao Ziyan likes to listen to Luochuan's stories.
Whether it was the previous dragon clan, the lies of April, the bright moon, and the red pupil, they can hit people's hearts directly.
But Yao Ziyan discovered that the story this time seemed a bit special...