Chapter 393: Sexy Devil (1)

The sky is burning!
With the end of the grand ceremony, the black cloud expanded ten times, the thick ink cloud showed a deep red color, the heat wave hit from above, the water mist was evaporated, and a drop of red mist quietly fell.
A drop!
Two drops!
The red rain was ticking, and before it was approaching, there was a pressing heat wave.
"That is……"
Kahn's pupils contracted, shocked,
"Magma, it's magma rain, hide, hide, quickly!"
Everyone was completely shocked, looking at the fiery red raindrops falling from the sky, revealing endless despair.
The sky is magma!
Things that only happen in dreams just appeared.
The red rain was getting bigger and bigger, covering the entire island. The seemingly solid barrier only persisted for a few seconds before it shattered. Magma fell on the ground, burned rocks and woods, and the ancient walls melted away bit by bit.
Someone was hit by raindrops and screamed for help, a flame was raging, and the entire castle was burning.
More and more magma, like a heavy rain, gathers on the ground into a river, and if it continues like this, even if it hides in the basement, it will be burned alive.
Kahn McDougall looked down blankly, his face no longer the firmness he had before, but rather frustrated and weak.
"This is not the power of the world!"
"demon!"
"Only the devil in has this kind of magic."
"Sivorn!"
Kahn looked up to the sky and roared, "Are you going to destroy the family? They are all your family and friends, you have to watch them die in the flames."
"I gave you a chance, twice."
Sivorn, with double horns growing above her head, hovered in the sky, and the surrounding magic stand isolated the raindrops above her. Her pupils turned into a lava-like color, without the slightest human emotion.
"You gave up, dear Uncle Kahn, all of this is caused by you. The moment you violated the McDougall family's ancestral precepts and attacked your niece, your fate is already doomed."
"The blood of the ancient Gaelic people will be cut off today, and it will be in your hands."
"I hate it!"
Kahn hissed and roared like a demon, "Sivorn, I will not let you go, McDougall will not be defeated in my hands."
"Woke up, the ancient heroes, the ancient Gaelic people sleeping in the fire, took up weapons to guard their homes."
Kahn stood up and threw out the keel wand that was filled with all the magic power.
The staff broke through the air, and the javelin plunged into the brazier.
The flames rose instantly and turned into a five-meter-high red giant gate. Ancient heroic spirits of different shapes and holding different weapons walked out of the gate. They looked up at the darkness, and charged into the sky like fearless warriors.
The lava fell on them and was instantly bounced away.
Ancient heroic spirits are not pure energy bodies. They are guardian spirits composed of soul, will, courage, divinity, sacrifices, and magic. They have strong physical resistance, are immune to most magic, and are against dark creatures. Naturally used for restraint.
It would be good for an ordinary magic family to have an ancient hero, and only an ancient race like McDougall has the ability to create dozens of ancient heroes.
The heroic spirits rushed straight into the sky, and the dark clouds showed signs of cracking, and the divine light they emitted almost illuminated the sky.
Sivorn rarely showed solemnity. She knew the combat power of the ancient heroic spirit better than anyone else. These things were one of the reasons why she did not retaliate against her uncle.
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
Whether it is ancient heroic spirits or other ultimate magic, they are all vulnerable to the great Banshee King.
"My master, please show your strength, and let the weak humans see how small they are."
The dark clouds were surging and compressed inward, and gradually, a skeleton face made up of clouds emerged.
This face was extremely large, nearly a kilometer long and wide, with terrifying energy fluctuations swaying in the sky, and his cheeks falling downward, with bloodthirsty, brutality and a little impatient greed.
It opened its mouth wide, and terrible suction came from it, like an abyss vortex swallowing everything.
The ancient heroic spirits were fearless and fearless, and did not retreat. Instead, they drew their weapons and plunged into the vortex one by one, just as they did thousands of years ago, and fought desperately against the demons.
The clansmen hiding in the castle poked their heads out and looked at the sky nervously. They looked forward to the heroic spirits breaking through the darkness and bringing light. Unfortunately, reality always diverged from dreams.
The face of the skeleton in the sky burped, showing a satisfied look, like a full-fed laborer.
Kahn, who witnessed this scene, collapsed to the ground, his face pale, showing endless despair.
The McDougall family!
This is the end of the Gaelic bloodline that was passed down thousands of years ago.
...
An hour later, on the castle ruins that turned into lava, Sivorn, who had evolved into a demon form, loosened his brother's body and sent the last trace of Gaelic blood extracted into the giant crystal above.
"Well done, my loyal servant, now it's time for me to pay you back."
The crystal burst with a dazzling red light, banged, shattered, and the blood rolled and burned in mid-air, removing the residue, condensing little by little, and gradually, a tall figure emerged.
The slender demon's double horns rushed straight into the sky, and underneath was a beautiful face. That charming face seemed to incorporate the advantages of all female creatures in the world, and he couldn't help his mind wafting at a glance.
Her skin is fiery red, which blends perfectly with the and hot body, with a bunch of wings on her back, which brings heat waves when she flicks. Her body is extremely high, nearly three meters, but it does not appear majestic, but gives She has a delicate feeling. Her figure is really perfect. Her limbs are slender and curvy. The big one should be big, the small one should be small, without any flaws, and more importantly, the clothes.
The banshee king doesn’t care about human etiquette. When she appears, there is only a small piece of black cloth covering the hidden parts of her body. Other places are completely exposed to the air, especially the two big mountains on her chest. Not to mention the strong and powerful youth, even the old man who is about to die will stand upright with his spear.
Seeing the figure that appeared before him, Sivorn couldn't help taking two steps back.
"Master, you... how could you?"
Krone stretched out his fingers and drew up Sivorn's chin. When she bent down, two flaming peaks appeared abruptly in front of her like cannonballs, Sivorn's face flushed, and he quickly looked to one side.
My chest is no longer small, but compared to her, it is simply table tennis and bowling.
Giggle giggle! ! !
Krone laughed unscrupulously, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the mountain peaks with the shaking of his body, set off waves of fiery red flesh,
"My servant, I want to thank you. Without you, how can I get rid of and feel the coolness of this long-lost."
"In return, I will find ancient books and occupy this world by the way."
Sivorn frowned.
"Aren't you telling me the location of the ancient book? Why..."
"Poor Sivorn, only I can find ancient books in the world. How can I help you find ancient books if I don't come to the earth?"
The girl was stunned, and she understood everything in an instant.
"You...you are lying to me!"
Krone shook his finger gently, "I didn't lie to you, and the mother will not lie to her children."
"What do you mean? How could you be my mother, who are you?"