Chapter 1587 White Magic (1)

Under the moonlight, the light of the girl's body is like the moonlight, it is so holy, sacred and inviolable!

"This is... white magic..." The bishop of York opened his mouth and had some incredible openings.

Legend has it that there is a source of magic on this continent. The people who have the source of magic are divided into two camps, one is the black magic that loyal to the devil, and the other is the white magic that believes in the power of the gods.

However, after a cataclysm, people who mastered black magic and white magic died one after another. All traces of magic were erased from the entire continent. What people can know is only rumors about magic.

Nowadays, the disasters on the mainland, people will always be associated with the black witch who once controlled the black magic, but the messengers of white magic have never appeared.

But at this moment, the heart of the Bishop of York began to violently jump.

As a member of the Holy See, he once read the Holy See and recorded various documents of White Magic. The most obvious description of White Magic is the power of white magic.

Pure and white, it is as innocent as the moonlight.

The bishop of York felt a strong pressure, and that feeling made his soul tremble, shrouded around the girl, and the white light was not exactly the same as the white magic in the rumor?

"The bishop of York, you are going to use the divine power to destroy this black witch!" The crowds around are still stunned by the bishop of York, who are afraid to seek blessing.

Ye Qingyu was at the height of the house, watching the ignorant people, the brows slightly raised, faintly impatient.

She entered the world of the constellation, and did not intend to arbitrarily destroy any life in the world, but if the other party does not care, then it is another matter.

At this moment, the surrounding Knights of the Holy See looked at Ye Qingyi, who suddenly rushed out of the ring of fire. They were all enemies, and they directly held their rifles and threw them toward the girl above the sky!

A number of long guns turned into a cold light and flew to the sky.

Ye Qing looked at the faceless gun with a blank face, and the sleeves lifted slightly, but in a blink of an eye, the aura that vented out of the air, the indestructible rifles were instantly crushed into powder!

This scene, falling in the eyes of everyone, instantly caused a scream.

The light of the bishop of York is getting stronger and stronger.

Not wrong!

It must not be wrong!

Such a powerful force, in addition to the source of magic in the rumor, who can do it?

A group of knights, watching the black witch's mana become more and more terrible, they endured the inner fear, took out the bow of the back, opened the bowstring, ready to launch an attack against the "black witch" above the sky.

In order to guard their land, they are not afraid of any dark power.

Ye Qingyan's brows wrinkled slightly, and she vaguely felt that these people mistaken her for something terrible, but she did not do anything special, and she did not hurt in the face of repeated harassment. What do they mean, why don't they understand?

"Well... you can't hurt them..." The Vientiane God, who had never spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth when Ye Qingxi was patiently lost.

“Why?” asked Ye Qing’s calm opening.

"Because, this is related to the task I want to give you." The **** of Vientiane smiled.

"..."

Hang goods!

(End of this chapter)