Chapter 393： (1/2)
The faces are very young.
They were both back then, when the Thunder sect was still a sect.
Choose from the human race, and then send the caster seeds cultivated in Dark Canyon.
have to say.
The magic of the Black Moon Elf Mother Tree is hard to fathom.
original--
They should not be promoted to a demigod.
After several months of cultivation of the Black Moon Elf----
Each talent has greatly increased.
The four in front of them were originally talented.
After training-
Natural talent is even more amazing.
He was promoted to the semi-god state in more than a hundred years.
”Master priest, that Grand Duke Mor, if expected is not bad, he should be a bronze demigod with three ranks.”
”Lawson”, who was sitting first on the left, spoke.
He has long brilliant blond hair, and his eyes are golden.
He was in the beginning.
The first batch of human teenagers who went to the Dark Canyon to be nurtured.
It is also the most talented among that group of teenagers.
at this time--
There are seven stars on the chest of the robe.
this--
It means that he is the Thunder sect, the seven-star priest.
Thunder Cult.
From top to bottom.
There are three ranks: pope, chief priest, and priest.
There is only one pope and four chief priests, all in the four-turn silver demigod realm.
down--
The seven-star priests are all three-turn bronze demigods.
”Master Master, let Lawson and I take action to solve them all at once.”
The first ”Luke” on the right grinned, with a light blue in his eyes.
Thunder Cult--
The clergy are roughly divided into four departments.
Thunder, wind, water, ice.
certainly.
Like Greer, there are also those who don't belong to the four lines.
”Be careful.”
Greer nodded in agreement.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
Outside the city of Rabe.
The army is continuous, and you can't see the end at a glance.
The evil spirits soaring into the sky formed a blood cloud entrenched in the sky.
Grand Duke Mor, riding a black tiger with two wings, looked at Lubb City coldly, and roared:
”Rabe, get out of me!”
get out! !
get out!
get out……!
The echo vibrates, like God's wrath, extremely terrifying!
call--
Over the city of Rabe.
A faint purple light curtain rose.
The sound wave blasted on the light curtain, causing a layer of ripples.
call--
With blond hair flying backwards, Lawson walked out in a purple priest's robe.
Looking at Grand Duke More, he smiled softly:
”I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
The voice fell.
There is no muddle-headedness at all.
A wave of the staff in his hand.
Suddenly--