Chapter 2290

With the slow spread of blood lines, there are ripples in the center. A huge figure began to appear, and then a powerful hand came out.

It gives people a sense of extreme depression just like this, and the air around it seems to be squeezed and exploded. Whew, the blood lines disappeared and the figure stepped out from the other side.

"Is the strength of the temple down a lot, or is the strength of meditation regressed?"

The fire master grabs into the void, and his voice is scornful and sarcastic: "haven't you recovered from the battle ten years ago?"

The eyes of the middle-aged man shrank suddenly, which was frightening by the simple hand of the fire Lord. The next second immediately thought of what was going on, and quickly bent down to bow and bow.

"Congratulations on the restoration of your strength. Now the temple is absolutely finished."

Just at that moment, the middle-aged man clearly felt the air around him stopped. We should know that his strength is the early strength of the ghost emperor, but just now he had the fear of being killed at any time.

There is only one possibility to bring him such horror. The strength of the venerable has been restored as before, even more powerful than before. And then the words of the venerable also confirmed his idea, and at the same time made him swallow his mouth and shake his soul.

"After three years, you have made great progress. You have reached the strength of the ghost emperor. It's good. It's really good."

He was very satisfied with the respect of the middle-aged man. The fire master rubbed his fingers, and with a bang, a small flame came out: "I have repaired the damage that meditation brought to me, and I have learned a lot in the process of repair. Now my strength is only one step away from the ghost emperor."

It's only a step away from the ghost emperor!?

The middle-aged man's face was full of fright. He thought that he had cultivated the ghost emperor in the past ten years, and his strength was very strong. No matter how bad it is, the difference is not so big, but the reality is so that he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Of course, these are just his inner thoughts. On the surface, they are respectful and even happy: "Reverend, the temple is no longer what it used to be, and the meditation mage can no longer be the guardian of the temple. Next is the harvest time."

"Order to go on, all attack the temple, calm let me deal with."

Eyes full of war, voice just fell, shadow disappeared. The middle-aged man looked at the residual high temperature in the air for a long time and couldn't recover. Suddenly, the next second he Jie Jie laughed.

"The plan can't keep up with the changes. You should be careful, Reverend."

Take back the smile on your face, look in the direction of the temple, and then head back to the Reaper's camp. Now that the Lord has given the order, he will let all the reapers go forward without dying.

"Meditation master, the Reaper's attack is getting stronger and fiercer. It seems that he has been stimulated by something, even ignoring his own soul."

With a blow to the reaper, Wuneng shouts to the meditation master: "if we go on like this, we will kill 1000 enemies and lose 800 ourselves. We will lose more than we gain..."

Also want to say words suddenly stop, Wuneng is surprised to open his mouth, eyes are incredible. The quiet master, who had always been calm and calm, had a deep dignified look on his face, and even a little flustered?

Just want to open the mouth to ask, suddenly a strong pressure came. Wuneng's whole body sank suddenly, and his legs almost knelt down