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872 War Down(2/2)

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Xingyuan.

Beilundias sat boredly on the throne of his palace, with a huge flesh-and-blood mirror in front of him reflecting the live broadcast of the Extremis Wandering game.

"Sir, we have a visitor."

An enchanting woman with wings of flesh and blood on her back and black horns on her forehead flew gently into the palace and knelt down to report.

"Guest?" Beilundias frowned slightly.

Half of his body at this time was guarding the Eighty-Eighth Palace, and this was just the other half, and it was the part with less flesh and blood.

At this time, the Black Flame Lord went to Wandering in a desperate situation. Since he was defeated by the ghost man, he once tried his best to break through the limit and advance to the life map.

Unfortunately, the flaws in his map were too great, and after being hit several times, not only was it useless, but it also consumed all of his thousands of years of savings.

"If it weren't for those familiar lords, the rest are gone." Beilun didn't want to be laughed at by other fearful people.

He simply waved his hand and refused.

"Senior Diaz, it seems that you have not been doing well recently."

Just for an instant, the beautiful woman kneeling on the ground suddenly raised her head in fear.

Her eyes instantly turned slightly purple, her head tilted slightly, and a flesh-and-blood tumor actually grew from her neck.

The tumor grew rapidly, and in just a few seconds, a complete human head grew.

The man's head is wearing a dark red helmet, and his black hair is flowing down. He is clearly the ghost man Black Label who defeated him before!!

"Ghost! What are you doing here!?" Beilundias's face changed, he stood up and stared at the other party.

"Beilun, you have reached your limit," Wei He said with a smile. "But, have you ever thought about why I was able to surpass you and surpass so many Black Flame Lords in such a short period of time?"

"" Beilun naturally thought about the reason, but no matter how much he investigated, he couldn't find any clues.

"How many years have you been stagnant here in Lower Black Flame? One thousand? Two thousand?" Wei He said, "Or even more? Haven't you ever thought that if you can't move forward, it's not your problem but maybe it's not a suitable place here?"

you?"

"What do you mean!?" Beilundias's heart flashed.

"From the bright red to the black flame, and then to the current monarch, it only took me a few decades for you to understand what this concept is.

If you miss this time, you will continue to stay where you are and continue to wait at this level forever," Wei He said softly.

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Kaka

Beilundias clenched his hand on the armrest.

"What price do I have to pay!?"

"It's very simple. Help me win over as many Black Flames as possible." Wei He opened his mouth with a smile and stuck out his tongue.

The tip of his slender tongue extended like a snake, crossed the hall, and hovered in front of Beilun.

The tip of the tongue split automatically, and a drop of pale golden blood squeezed out from the wound.

"Don't resist" Wei He's voice faintly entered Beilun Dias's ears.

The moment he laid eyes on that drop of blood, Beilun's heart surged with an unparalleled terrifying desire.
Chapter completed!
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