Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

"This is……"

Bakar frowned fiercely, and at the same time took a step back. The death aura contained in this black mist made him very uncomfortable!

And the two followers behind him were even more unbearable, and even subconsciously hid far away!

"You two are such trash, hurry up and cast magic with me!"

Bakar reprimanded dissatisfiedly, and then continued to attack the black cargo ship.

Thunderbolts hit the black cargo ship one after another, but apart from the black mist filling the sky, there was no other phenomenon. After a while, the skeletons of the entire ship were almost reduced to dust.

"It really is a piece of cake!"

There was a young magician standing in the air in Goethe City, watching Bakar almost wiped out all the skeletons by himself, he was simply dazzled.

"Is this the combat power of an extreme magician? It's really terrifying!"

"Haha, Master Bakar is a Dragon Clan, and his talent and combat power are not comparable to yours and my Human Clan's!"

A young swordsman clenched the sword in his hand, "If Lord Bakar can temper our weapons with his dragon fire, it will definitely make our weapons more powerful."

powerful! "

Kerson shook his head repeatedly when he heard what they said, "I have told you many times that the strength of combat power has nothing to do with the talent of the race, let alone relying too much on weapons.

If you work hard, your combat power will gradually become stronger. "

"But the innate advantages of the dragon clan are indeed powerful, and the power of this magic thunder is indeed terrifying!"

Gallente followed. At present, the black cargo ship does not seem to be a problem.

"Don't look at Bakal who has the upper hand now, but I always feel an ominous premonition... just like my premonition before the arrival of the black cargo ship a while ago!"

Kersson looked solemn, but even more nervous.

"His Royal Highness, what do you think?"

"Bakar has been fooled, and he is creating a powerful enemy for himself."

Li Xiaoyun folded his arms, showing no signs of nervousness, "It seems that the path of the Temple of Thunder has gone astray, if the head of any temple is here, the battle will be over."

it's over. "

"Going wrong? You mean they can't use that kind of power anymore?"

There was a look of surprise in Colson's eyes.

"Yeah, some powers are not strong in attack power, but they are the source. Now even the flying dragons in their Temple of Thunder have given up the most powerful melee ability of the dragon clan to use magic. What a mess!"

laugh. "

"Turn the power of faith into magic power, and then use magic moves. After two transformations, the power is already pitifully small!"

Under the same environmental cultivation base, the cultivation and combat power of the east is much stronger than that of the west.

And the warriors are the same, after all, the warriors of the Western race love to make magic weapons, which leads to the dependence in the eyes!

Li Xiaoyun shook his head with a smile, "You should take it as a warning, but speaking of it, hasn't the Thunder God Temple handed down a method for you to cultivate the power of faith?"

"Practice the power of faith? I haven't heard of it. Only the people of the gods can practice it, but it seems that the progress of cultivation is not fast, and the combat power is not strong enough."

Gallente frowned.

"Then come and experience it, and I will use the same combat power as yours to let you understand this power."

Li Xiaoyun stretched out his finger, and a power of faith floated towards Gallente like a soft ribbon.

"This is…"

Gallente kept shifting and changing positions, but was shocked to find that this rope-like power of faith was actually following him everywhere!

Not long after, he was entangled, and for the first time, he felt that his soul was in severe pain!

Fortunately, Li Xiaoyun dissipated the power of faith directly.

"This kind of power directly deals with the soul, and it's not good to use it to destroy and pretend to be coercive.

"

Li Xiaoyun said with a smile, he didn't use this kind of power before, because he was afraid that the battle would end too soon and be boring!

"It turns out that the power of faith is so perverted."

Gallente wiped his cold sweat.

"Okay, take these books to practice, and when the time comes, dealing with undead creatures will be as easy as eating and drinking water."

Li Xiaoyun took out some brochures, all of which were the cultivation methods of the power of faith, and he also thoughtfully translated them into European languages.

"Thank you, Lord Heavenly Emperor!"

Gallente felt as if he had found a treasure, and hurriedly started to practice, even ignoring the battle of Bakal in the distance.

And Kersson and the group of young people planned to watch Bakar's battle first.

Speaking of Bakar, things are going well.

The undead commander who awakened to the seventh heaven has been forced out.

This undead commander is about three meters tall, and his whole body is covered by black robes, only his right hand holding the staff of withered bones is exposed.

It is not accurate to say that it is the right hand, because the flesh and blood on it are dry, leaving only a layer of black skin on it. It is more vivid to say that the claw is more vivid.

"Bakar from the Temple of Thunder, Little Flying Dragon, long time no see, hehehe..."

The undead commander's voice was as piercing as fingernails scratching a blackboard, making Bakar's two followers feel their scalps tingling and their bodies covered in goose bumps.

"you know me!?"

Bacal was shocked at the moment, he was indeed young.

"Yeah, you just hatched in the Middle Ages, and the Temple of Thunder treated you like a baby, but now it's just the mount of the God of Thunder, I'm really not reconciled to you, the majestic Dragon King of Thunder

Clan, actually became the mount of mere human beings, really, oh, tsk tsk..."

The undead commander's voice was still harsh at this time, but his tone was like that of an elder who hated iron and steel.

He moved his wand and shook his head, as if he was sorry for the other party.

"middle Ages…"

Bakar looked suffocated, too many things really happened in the Middle Ages.

In the end, the Pope, who is invincible in the world, was born to quell the chaos!

Then even leave a clone to guard Europe!

"Ah, it seems that you have forgotten the horror we brought you in the Middle Ages. Now let me open your skull and instill that wonderful memory into your brain!"

The undead commander's voice was low, and with a wave of his wand, a thick layer of bone powder on the ground instantly turned into a huge flying dragon skeleton more than 300 meters long!

"Go, my servant, let your fellow-clan know your former glory!"

He has a venomous vision, knowing that although Bakal's magic is powerful, his physical body is his weakness!

Although the Bone Wyvern didn't have a physical body, it still let out a terrifying roar, which directly broke into the souls of everyone!

"A mere awakened Seventh Heaven dares to despise me like this, it's just courting death!"

Bakar was furious instantly, and the scales on the huge body were shining with purple light, and the people watching from a distance felt the strong magic wave!

"Thunderbolt Nine Heavens!"

After he shouted loudly, nine thunderbolts the size of skyscrapers immediately hit the Bone Wyvern!

But the black mist immediately gushed out from the black cargo ship and enveloped the Bone Wyvern, and the nine thunderbolts were actually canceled out!

The black mist dissipated, and the bones of the huge Bone Wyvern were still white, without any damage!