"It's good to come! I'm not so afraid of you!" Wang Xiaoyong roared, the magic weapon dagger was in the air, the voice was agitated, and the fighting spirit was strong, he really didn't believe it, and he couldn't deal with a few dead people.

"Fire Talisman, Freezing Talisman, Burst Talisman, Divine Light Talisman!"

"Don't you want to devour, I'm going to see how much you can devour!"

Wang Xiaoyong roared twice, and took out a large push of things from the space ring, anyway, they are all snatched things, no need to use them in vain, things that can be solved with foreign objects, it is useless to keep them now.

Dozens of runes erupted together, and countless lights flickered, charging towards the eight undead.

Wang Xiaoyong's hand was full of light, and two magic scrolls were shattered, this is a magic item from the West, which is somewhat similar to the runes of Huaxia, and it only needs to be activated by power to use.

Forcefully tore the magic scroll, and the left and right two huge long swords with Western fantasy colors shone brightly, falling into his hands, although they were not real long swords, but the sharp aura was up and down, swallowing the sword light, as if to shatter the heavens and the earth!

With the blessing of various runes, Wang Xiaoyong felt that he was full of combat power.

All this is said slowly, but it just happened between the lightning and flint, only to see the light surging around Wang Xiaoyong, sword qi, golden light burst out, and a fierce sword aura seemed to shatter the space!

The eight undead also realized that the enemy they faced was not so easy to deal with, and immediately used their own means, and the momentum on their bodies rose to a higher level!

In their hands, the giant sword, like eight giant dragons, suddenly stabbed out, the light shone, and suddenly collided with Wang Xiaoyong's long sword, rolling up layers of wind and waves!

……

At the same time, a hundred miles away from the place where Wang Xiaoyong and the Eight Great Undead were fighting, a majestic man in battle armor suddenly smiled, the light around his body surged, it seemed that there was a trembling breath, and the endless light in his eyes surged!

"The strength is good, but it's a pity, you're still too weak now, and you can't let this king make a move at all......"

This person's whole body is condensed, but the scarlet in his eyes and a faint death aura can be seen to prove his identity, he is an undead!

Especially in his chest, there is a long knife stuck horizontally, stained with black blood that has not yet coagulated, his aura is powerful, standing in his position, Wang Xiaoyong's figure can be clearly seen, but he doesn't have any intention of making a move at all, his aura is like an abyss.

As if he was expecting something, he looked in Wang Xiaoyong's direction, his eyes flickering.

Although he didn't show his strength, it was just this kind of bearing, but he couldn't be provoked.

"Just look at what your background is!The Eight Generals of the Bone Spirit, but the Eight Venerables who followed this king back then were also the powerhouses of Ming Zhen's side back then!" the man seemed to be talking to himself, and said, "Use them to test your strength, it's almost ......"

As soon as these words came out, if Wang Xiaoyong was here, he would definitely be frightened, but he didn't expect that he would fight until now, and the real mastermind behind the scenes would be here!

And he didn't even realize that his every move was being manipulated.

The man looked at Wang Xiaoyong quietly, in his opinion, with Wang Xiaoyong's current strength, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the eight generals of the ancient spirit, at most it is only a draw, just to test the strength of this guy.

thought that at the beginning, he was a king, but he didn't expect to die in such a place.

Looking at the eight generals of the ancient spirit who were fighting with Wang Xiaoyong not far away, there couldn't help but appear in the eyes of that person.

Gu Ling's eight generals, how high-spirited they were back then, following him to conquer the city, but now, there are only so many remnant souls left, and he has no mind at all, thinking of this, he can't help but feel a little lost.

It's just that at this moment, a sudden burst of golden light surged, and a sharp golden light seemed to penetrate everything, directly piercing the head of an undead.

The movement was so swift that even he couldn't help but change color, "This is that person's trick!?Is it his disciple?No, it's not complete......"

It's just that the shock in his eyes still hasn't subsided, he can't help but tremble, the light around him surges, I don't know if it's excitement or fear!

No one knows better than him how terrifying that person's status is, even if he was alive, his strength was monstrous, in front of that person, he was just a slightly stronger ant, as long as that person spoke, he could destroy himself in minutes.

He looked in Wang Xiaoyong's direction and couldn't help but tremble, was it really that person's inheritance?

That man, but in his time, the king of the superpowers!

Now, seeing Wang Xiaoyong performing that person's moves again, he once again remembered the piles and scenes of the year, and all kinds of emotions came to his heart, and he gritted his teeth fiercely: "Eight generals of the ancient spirit, kill him at all costs!"

He didn't know what the human being Wang Xiaoyong might have to do with that person, but if he was really the inheritor of that person, it was impossible for him to be so weak!

If they can't even deal with this thing, Wang Xiaoyong doesn't deserve to have that person's inheritance!

……

Outside the Grim Reaper's burial ground, the Twelve Holy Envoys seemed to notice something, they raised their heads and looked at the very central position, where a ball of light was trembling violently, and there was an inexplicable glint in their eyes, and the First Holy Envoy spoke, "What's the matter, something like this happened all of a sudden......

In the days when the Death Shrine was opened, they had to observe the situation around the clock and never allow anything to happen.

"Could it be that he came out?" said Antu, but the horror in his tone was indescribable.

"Shut up! That man is not absolutely impossible to come out!He will surely be suppressed by eternal life!" said the First Holy Envoy in a furious manner, his eyes turned red.

Antu quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to speak again.

For that person, it has always been the biggest secret of the Reaper Organization today!

"There is such a big thing going on in the Death Burial Ground, we must understand the situation and open the Heavenly Mirror!" the First Holy Envoy spoke slowly.

He always felt frightened, so it was better to take a look.

The Babel Mirror is one of the treasures handed down by the Reaper Organization from ancient times to the present, and the specific age is unknown, and the only function is to open the Babel Mirror and see the situation in the Grim Reaper's burial place.

However, his consumption is also huge, every time he opens a breath, he has to consume a C-grade beast spirit, which is huge.

Normally, they were reluctant to open it, but now, all the holy envoys agreed.

They glanced at each other, and in the center of their round table suddenly appeared a simple bronze mirror, engraved with runes and vine-like lines, full of Western fantasy magic.

"Rise!" the Twelve Envoys injected energy into the Heavenly Mirror, which lit up and reflected in the cluster of light on the round table, reflecting a scene in the void in front of them.

It was the scene of the battle between Wang Xiaoyong and the Eight Great Bone Spirits.

"Let me see, the eight undead, each of them is C-level to the extreme, it seems that they are also bursting out with all their strength, who is this? Can he bear it?" asked Pisman, a little surprised.

The resolution of the Babel Mirror is not too high, and they think that it will take more energy to get clarity, but they are reluctant.

However, thanks to this, Wang Xiaoyongliu's identity was not exposed.

"I don't care if he can bear it, if he can't bear it, it's not me who can't bear it?"

That person, don't have an accident!

As far as the Twelve Holy Envoys are concerned, they are all blasphemers!

And in the burial ground of the god of death, the man in black seemed to feel something, just smiled, the scar on his chest was still bleeding, glanced at a certain place lightly, and said, "You want to use my things to spy on this seat!

"Here, but it's my place!"

……

The Twelve Envoys searched for a long time, but found nothing, and they finally stopped.

"Antu, it's all your fault! Do you know how much we've lost this time?" said Pisman.

They opened for a total of half an hour, and the resources burned were probably enough to sustain the entire Death Island for three years!

Pisman was already at odds with Antu, and now he wants to take the opportunity to get him down.

It's just that Pisman became interested and sneered: "Do you think this kind of thing, I ask can be sloppy? As long as it's about him! Even if it's a big price, we have to pay!"

Without a word, Pisman sat down.

Indeed, as long as the matter involves that person, even if there is only a little clue, they will do everything they can to eliminate him.

It's just that at this time, Pisman remembered the scene of Wang Xiaoyong's battle just now, and mistakenly thought it was a meteorite, in his opinion, in the Death Burial Ground, the combat power is so powerful, except for the meteorite, there is no one else.

"Antu, let's make a bet. Pisman said, smiling wickedly.

"What do you want to bet me on? Didn't you lose badly enough last time?" said Antu mockingly,

The last bet was a shame for Pisman, and he sneered and said, "Don't say anything else, this time, are you willing to gamble?"

"Bet on what?"

If you win, all the gains I have in the Death Burial Ground will be given to you, and if you lose, I will take half of the elixir refined from the Death Fruit!

Big bets, but the temptation of a winner is just too appealing.

The Twelve Emissaries all send their own teams into the Graveyard of the Reaper, and Antu and Pisman are no exception.

"Okay!" Antu nodded.

For him, one thing is not too difficult to choose, he only needs one pill refined by the Death Fruit is enough, and the rest, the meaning to him is not too big, and it is quite suitable to use it for gambling.

What's more, he doesn't necessarily lose if he buys.

"The pact is valid, and we'll see how you turn out!" the other envoys chimed in.

……

And in the burial ground of the god of death, the man still stood with his hands in his hands, watching Wang Xiaoyong's battle.

"Although these eight undead don't have the strength of the year, they don't have any loss of experience, it's not comparable to you, a little guy, if you continue like this, I'm afraid you will lose in a hundred moves. ”

The man analyzed it one by one.

It's just that at this moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared behind the man again, and it was blurry that he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The man immediately knelt down respectfully: "Lord Death!"

The phantom who was called the Grim Reaper couldn't see his expression clearly, and it seemed that his soul would be scattered in the next second, and he said, "Yoshii, you guessed wrong, as I think, then at most ten moves! This little guy will be able to defeat the Eight Generals of the Ancient Spirit!"

Yijing didn't believe it, in fact, in his opinion, Wang Xiaoyong's chance of winning was not at all, how could he defeat the eight bone spirits within ten moves: "How is it possible! The eight undead are not so easy to deal with." ”

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