"Your Majesty is right, step back, little girl, this battle is not at the level that humans can intervene." Six King Quan lightly smiled and persuaded the two ceremonies.

That smiling face, like an intellectual English gentleman, has no previous hatred and resentment at all, as if everything before was an illusion.

In fact, Yuu understood that it was indeed an illusion, if the other party was really the Six Kingdoms of Diablo.

Singing in the world for thousands of years, the second ancestor of the Six Kingdoms of Darkness, who is known as the second ancestor who will command all the dead disciples when he wakes up, is such a brainless person, then he died a long time ago.

Hearing the sound of advice from the two of them, the two rituals frowned slightly, took a deep look at Yu, and turned and left decisively.

She is not stupid. The huge pit in front of her that is tens of meters deep can explain everything. At least a battle of this level is not something she, an assassin who kills with one blow, can intervene.

The six kings didn't pay attention to the two ceremonies of leaving, even if the other party was the so-called person who connected the root cause in the mouth of Araya Zonglian.

After all, in his eyes, the two rituals were too weak, so weak that he couldn't even raise any interest.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he did not see the pair of eyes of the two ceremonies that are dead, and the two ceremonies with those eyes can be said to have the possibility of killing anyone with one blow.

A torrent of deep purple magic power surged on Liu Wangquan's body, and he looked at Yu Dao with a surprised expression.

"I didn't expect you to use hand-to-hand combat at all. If it wasn't for that lofty divinity that made me confirm my identity, I'm afraid I would think you are a fake?"

The turbulent magic power is like a signal, and the concept of space is slowly beginning to blur. The original 3-meter-high hall stretches upward invisible, and the space continues to expand.

Obviously, Araye Zonglian, who sensed the destructive power of both sides, resolutely expanded the battlefield.

Yu sneered towards the Six Kings. "An impostor? Was it you who used an impostor to meet people? Besides, now you are just wearing the skin of a dead apostle."

Liu Wangquan pondered for a moment. Although the fake goods thrown out for the purpose of testing were implanted in his memory, they were false after all. There was nothing to refute, and his current body was indeed borrowed.

Thinking about it, Six Kings Quan spread his hands, somewhat helpless.

"This is indeed the case. At the moment when the Aruz Bailey ceremony has not yet been completed, I can only say that it is one of the fragments of the Dark Six Kingdoms. Even this body is temporarily borrowed from Mr. Van Feim's body."

Finally, Six Kings Quan laughed. "Of course Mr. Van Feim hates me now."

Hearing this, You's eyes narrowed slightly. "Van Feim, the Fourteenth Ancestral Demon City of the Dead Apostles, Fan Feim?"

Yuu knows some information about Van Feim, one of the three oldest dead disciples who traversed the world for 4,000 years, and manipulated seven giant golems like castles.

In addition, the Dark Six Kings who have now seized his body are considered a formidable enemy to his avatar.

"Since you know Mr. Van Feim's name, it's easy to handle."

Liu Wangquan spread his hands as if embracing the sky. With his movements, the surging dark purple magic power surged out like a tsunami.

In the surrounding atmosphere, as if something resonated with him, a lot of golden ripples appeared in the air behind him.

"Please don't mind my borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."

He chuckled lightly.

The voice of the Diablo Six Kings suddenly became high.

"Come on, show your charms to the great Lord of the Crusaders!!!"

The roar like an aircraft carrier's whistle suddenly exploded.

Wearing clogs, the little feet with foot straps lightly stepped on the bricks, the two ceremonies were like a stroll, walking on the main road leading to the outside world from the apartment.

The red brick floor collided with the clogs, and there was a rhythmic crash.

Suddenly, the two rituals stopped and stared coldly at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of them.

The tall and oppressive body exudes a sense of heaviness like a mountain, and the former monk dressed in black monk robes came to the front of the two ceremonies.

"I can finally see the end of this contradictory spiral!"

Chapter 472 'Proud'

"I can finally see the end of this contradictory spiral!"

Huang Ye Zonglian said in a deep voice, there was no joy on his face, and there was no sorrow in the past, as if it were a matter of course.

"—!"

Hearing the declaration of Kuraya Zonglian that was no different from victory, the expressions of the two ceremonies suddenly turned cold, as if the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month.

With his right hand lightly raised, he lifted the tachi to his chest, grabbed it with his left hand, and removed the scabbard of the tachi in his hand.

Closing and opening his eyes, the devil's eyes of death stared fiercely at the dark figure.

Suddenly, the pupils of the two rituals shrank, and the cold expression suddenly became solemn.

In his field of vision, there are dense dead lines and dead spots all around, but only the figure in front has only seven or eight faint black lines.

This phenomenon, two rituals have been seen on Yuu, it is the embodiment of the concept of immortality to a certain extent.

Did the monk in front of him actually reach such a high level of immortality with his human body?

The fair and slender hands clenched the handle of the knife in their hands, and the two formal face-to-face ceremonies with Araya Zonglian clearly realized the difficulty of the other party.

"That eye? The devil's eye? The breath of death that I haven't seen for a long time? Could it make me feel this kind of danger? Could it be the devil's eye of immediate death?"

Looking at the gorgeous eyes that were like the manifestation of death, Huang Ye Zonglian's face sank, and she said with a sad face.

Having lived for more than 200 years, he knows most of the secrets in the world, and coupled with his own feelings about those eyes, Araya Zonglian immediately judged the trump card revealed by the two ceremonies.

"Tsk!" The two ceremonies pouted, the secret of the magic eye has been seen through, and when the other party is on guard, the only way to force the other party to melee with himself.

The two ceremonies clenched the sword in their hands, and their figure instantly turned into a flash of lightning, with a fierce wind sound, and attacked Huangye Zonglian.

On the other side, the hall on the first floor that was invisibly widened.

With the high calling of the Diablo Six Kings.

The ground suddenly began to tremble, and the atmosphere was filled with a heavy and unusual pressure.

"Boom-! Boom-!- Boom-! Boom-"

The huge stone pillar stepped on the ground, and the tiles on the ground exploded and splashed a pair of gravel. Upon closer inspection, the huge stone pillar was clearly the limbs of a giant monster.

With a height of more than 50 meters, the giant snapping turtle made of wood and stone, with an ancient and wild atmosphere, slowly crawled out of the ripples above the atmosphere.

This is an ancient weapon of war known as Graeme in the West, that is, a stone statue. Just like modern people's fantasy about Gundam, in ancient times, Graeme was also considered to be the embodiment of the **** of war.

"Wow-!!!!"

The high-pitched chirping of birds suddenly exploded.