Chapter 680： Contest of the spiritual world

As a guide on the snow-capped mountains, he always put his head on his waist and died under an avalanche, which was much cheaper than dying under the hands of gods. If all deaths are not fatal, then what is the difference between a beautiful death and an ugly death?

In his opinion, since the **** on the mountain can help old Joey, he is naturally a kind god.

Good gods can be deceived, and those kind gods are much less threatening than ordinary people. If he could really see the gods, he really wanted to hug the thighs of the gods. Such thighs could be much more powerful than rich men and high-ranking officials.

He even imagined that he would become the first group of believers to support the gods, and even use the power of the gods to make a fortune and be youthful forever.

There are so many things in their hearts, some people are frightened and can't sleep. Some people are so excited that they can't sleep.

Everyone didn't want to go home. They found tents from homes, shops, and tents. A tent was set up on the square, just guarding the sacred mountain, afraid to sleep.

After that, the changes on the mountain have opened everyone's eyes and made them more uneasy.

On the top of the mountain, the fire and rain falling from the sky is like the legendary sky fire burning city. In just a moment, everyone was panicked and confused.

Fortunately, those flames only fell on the top of the mountain, not toward them. But even so, the people who stayed in the square were trembling and uneasy.

And this is just the beginning, after this, it seems that great things have been happening on the mountain.

The huge roar, like a rolling thunder, spread to the bottom of the mountain, shaking in their hearts. In the end, they couldn't even tell which was the thunder, and the heartbeat that was like a drum.

Then came the flames and brilliance of the sky, the screams resounding through the sky, the pillar of fire that soared to the sky, and the dazzling brilliance.

Scene after scene of terrible changes, just watching from a distance, you can imagine terrible things happening there.

They are like matching the most immersive lighting and vocal music, experiencing the most terrifying and terrifying story in their imagination.

Every time they roar, every time they scream, every time they change, they stir up a lot of gongs and drums in their hearts, and there is a dyeing room on their faces.

In the anxiety and anxiety, people counted for a long time every minute. People grabbed their hearts and waited for the condolences of fate.

Finally, like a century later, the mountain finally quieted down slowly.

The mountain returned to tranquility, leaving only the twisted red light, like a flame dancing in a campfire, in a trance. Only the stars flickered and remained for a long time, and the stars seemed to have fallen on the top of the mountain.

Finally, everything returned to tranquility.

Everything was in peace, there was no sky fire to burn the city, no landslides, no floods and avalanches.

Although the twisted light beams on the mountain are still like monsters with teeth and claws, everything has returned to tranquility.

At least, they all gained a short period of peace.

"Nothing, it's safe."

After the tranquility, it is not a rushing storm, but a real lasting tranquility. The residents under the mountain are looking forward to it.

As if responding to their expectations, a golden light appeared on the horizon.

"Its daybreak!"

With people’s relieved anticipation, a round of red sun jumped out of the undulating mountains and reflected half of the sky.

The sun shone with golden brilliance, the whole world was brightened up, and even the fire from the top of the mountain disappeared.

Only twisted clouds, illusory light and shadow, and twisted light like a mirage remain on the top of the mountain.

.....

After George entered the magical ball, the boundless flame came into his eyes.

He didn't seem to enter a sphere that was only five meters high, but as if the whole person was thrown into a world composed of boundless flames.

He appeared on the battlefield where the magic power of the Nether Phoenix and the Flame Phoenix was intertwined. He seemed to have been shrunk countless times, while the magic power of the Phoenix was expanded countless times.

Before his eyes, the endless magic power, like an invisible army, collided with each other and killed each other.

And on the battlefield at this time, the magic of the flame has already taken the upper hand, with a more abundant accumulation of magic, and the power of the flame is constantly moving towards the opponent's domain. The territory occupied by the dark magic power has been in decline.

Without too much thought, George has entered the state for the first time. This is a contest in the spiritual world.

The magic power of the Nether Phoenix and the Flame Phoenix, two completely different forces, are like natural enemies, attracting each other, and strangling each other. Two powerful magical powers are constantly intertwining and colliding with each other.

At this time, as he entered, he took over the battlefield for the first time. Those dark magic powers immediately became well-organized, not fighting separately, not arrogant rampages, but turned into an army of warcraft.

Giant bears, rhinos, lions, tigers, eagles, giant snakes.....The magic turns into dark behemoths They line up neatly, facing the monstrous sea of ​​fire, pressing harder at every step .

Dark magic transforms into the form of monsters, their magic is more concentrated, and their methods are more abundant. The power of flame faced the magical beast, becoming difficult to invade.

The dark warcraft army, facing the monstrous sea of ​​fire, cooperated with each other and changed more attack methods.

"Crash"

"Roar"

"Swallow"

Those rough flame offensives are hard to resist the erosion of dark magic. And those defeated flames are like disintegrated soldiers. The scattered flames are swallowed by the dark beasts, producing more dark beasts and throwing them into the battlefield again.

The army of dark beasts pressed harder at each step, crushing the raging flames, and swallowing the broken flames, which in turn produced more dark beasts.

Repeatedly, the dark monster army began to reverse the situation and gradually expanded its territory.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.

With the rapid expansion of the dark magic power, under the pressing of the dark magic power, the power of fire is also evolving rapidly.

Those messy and unstructured rough offensives, facing the pressure of their opponents, immediately began to imitate George's army of Warcraft.

From the beginning, it was awkward, shapeless, and soon, an army of replica monsters composed of the power of flame. Appearing in the opposite camp, the battle became fierce and anxious again.

"trouble."

George frowned. After all, the Flame Phoenix was also the spirit of flame. Although his wisdom was far inferior to him, he would not lose to him in the power of flame control. The battle became attrition again.

Although it was troublesome, he also had to calm down and quietly control the army of monsters under his hands, and fought desperately with the power of the flame phoenix.