Just when Lu Fan and the two of them made a lot of progress in the town, they were in the cave on the mountain.

Prell stared at the mirror in his hand, the other hand seemed to be writhing slightly, as if he was controlling something, and in the distance, a corpse soldier was wandering through the woods.

"It should be around here......"

As he looked at the image in the mirror, Prell muttered to himself.

At this moment, after the corpse soldier turned over a mass of bushes, a clearing suddenly appeared in the picture, not only an open space, but also a extinguished bonfire, a tent, but there was no one.

This should be the place where those people rested last night.

Just as this thought came to Prell's mind, the picture in the mirror suddenly shook violently, and Prell lost control of the corpse soldier.

And at this time, Uncle Zhong's face appeared in the mirror......

"It's ...... Corpse soldiers?"

Uncle Zhong looked at the person who was stuck on the ground with a knife from himself and couldn't move, when this person approached just now, he felt that something was wrong, and he hid in the dark with Cheng Moyin, and directly appeared and attacked the figure that appeared.

There was no blood on the wound, and the expressionless man only looked at Uncle Zhong with his eyes open, and an inexplicable howl came out of his mouth.

"It's really a corpse soldier......"

Cheng Moyin also walked out, looking at this "monster" that kept howling, his face was unbearable, he stretched out a hand, floating in the sky above the corpse soldier's head, with the appearance of a burst of white light, the corpse soldier quieted down, and could no longer make any sound.

"Uncle Zhong, bury him, I've already exorcised the dark magic from him......"

Uncle Zhong nodded, resisted the corpse, and walked into a forest on the side.

In the cave, the mirror in front of Prell could only show his face, but he was not discouraged.

"You're really here......"

Putting the mirror down, Prell burst out laughing.

Cheng Moyin looked at Uncle Zhong who came back, and his worried look made Cheng Moyin ask, "Is Uncle Zhong worried that the dark magician is not dead?"

Uncle Zhong nodded, the appearance of this corpse made him start to have a bad premonition again.

Will you survive an explosion on that scale......

"Miss, we should get out of here at once. ”

Seeing Uncle Zhong's serious face, Cheng Moyin nodded, and then said worriedly: "Then what about Mr. Lu Fan, how can we inform them?"

Hearing Cheng Moyin's words, Uncle Zhong also felt a little troublesome, indeed, Lu Fan and the others left in the morning, and there was no way to inform them.

Forget it, pack your things up first, it's not safe here.

Just as Uncle Zhong was unpacking the tent and tying it up, a commotion around him made his heart tighten.

Wouldn't it? So fast?

And Cheng Moyin also looked around vigilantly, the movement in the leaves was already very obvious, and even she, a magician, noticed it.

"Miss be careful!"

At this time, as Uncle Zhong's voice fell, a black shadow that emerged from the woods was kicked out by him and flew out.

Sure enough, it's the corpse soldiers!

Protecting Cheng Moyin behind him, Uncle Zhong stared at the black shadows that appeared in the woods, and cold sweat couldn't help dripping from his forehead, this number was a bit much, this group of corpse soldiers was not comparable to the rabble in the town.

These are all monsters with no pain and no fear, so many of them, what can I do?

Uncle Zhong slowly retreated with Cheng Moyin, thinking about where to break through.

"Don't struggle. ”

A deep voice sounded, and a black-robed mage appeared among the corpse soldiers, it was Prior.

Seeing Prell appearing, Uncle Zhong said in surprise: "You are really not dead, so you are okay if you are so close to being blown up by the magic crystal bomb?"

"It's really not a coincidence...... That thing hurts."

Prell grinned darkly as he touched his face with his hand, as if admiring himself again.

Suddenly, the hand that touched his face grabbed forward, and a cloud of white light was pinched in front of his face.

"Ah...... Such a pure power of light......"

And behind Uncle Zhong, Cheng Moyin, who had just stretched out his hand and intended to sneak attack, also looked at Prell in surprise, and was completely stopped.

As if sensing Cheng Moyin's surprised expression, Prell laughed disdainfully, slowly stuffed the power containing light magic into his mouth, and then swallowed the light magic with a chewing action.

Cheng Moyin's eyes widened even more when he saw this scene, this was simply unprecedented.

Light magic is the innate restraint of dark magic, which is recognized as common sense on the mainland, so the Light Sect has such a strong suppressive power against dark magicians, and it is also an excellent proof that Cheng Moyin's previous big purification technique abolished all the corpse soldiers in the field.

And what Prell is doing now is like a person pouring red molten iron into his stomach in reality, theoretically speaking, the physique of cultivating dark magic will be instantly burned from the inside by light magic, and then burned into a cloud of ashes.

However, no, not only did Prell eat this cloud of magic like a snack, as if he had received some supplement, but his face under the black robe was not so pale.

"What's the matter, it's so surprised to see something that violates your so-called common sense? What a stupid......

Clearly, Prell appreciates the feeling of being seen like a monster.

At this moment, a knife had appeared in front of his face.

"Bell!"

The movement of a corpse soldier next to him was also very fast, holding the knife that was looking at Prell's neck.

"Abominable ......"

Seeing that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, Uncle Zhong gave up decisively, and took advantage of the shock force of his knife to retreat to Cheng Moyin's side.

"Don't struggle anymore, I was hoping to find some traces of things in that legend...... But I didn't expect someone with a bright physique to send it to the door, what Lu Fan is not here, don't you think about escaping from me...... It is better to live naturally than to die. ”

Bright physique?

Uncle Zhong naturally knew that this was referring to Cheng Moyin, but he couldn't figure out what use a person with a light physique could do to a dark mage.

"As long as I'm here, you don't think about it!"

Uncle Zhong clenched the double knives in both hands, but he was a little worried in his heart, the corpse soldier who blocked his knife just now...... If you don't guess wrong, the strength may also be level 6, although this level will be discounted a lot because the corpse soldiers are just simple puppets, but what can't stand it is that how many corpse soldiers of this level are there on the opposite side?

And Cheng Moyin naturally retreated decisively from Uncle Zhong just now, guessing that the current situation was very unoptimistic, her hands were clenched tightly, as if she wanted to do something.

"Miss...... You ......"

Uncle Zhong naturally felt the movement behind him, he guessed that Cheng Moyin still wanted to use magic once beyond the level, but how could this kind of thing be done in a few days, not to mention that she hadn't fully recovered.