Chapter 1579 Heart Ring

Yue Lingcheng's intelligence said that none of the escaped necromancers were more than the eleventh order, but he didn't expect that there was a fourteenth-order master hidden. There are more than 100 monks in the third squad, and the strongest one is only a first-order celestial phase, which is only equivalent to a twelfth-order necromancy, so naturally it is impossible to be the opponent of this group of necromancers.

Had it not been for the Necromancer's attempt to spare their lives to lure the human monks over, the Third Squad would have been wiped out in that valley.

In addition, the number of undead souls who fled from Yueling City had exceeded a thousand, and there were only more than four hundred here, which was obviously only a part of them. There are many more necromancy, perhaps not yet discovered. If among those necromancers, there are also masters of the twelfth order and above, I am afraid that the loss of Tianhe City this time will be relatively large.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Huan's figure had quickly disappeared from the spot.

Divine power, Yin and Yang Void Dao, Heavenly Hidden!

The body was completely hidden in the void, Tang Huan was galloping rapidly, although he only used the power of his body, but Tang Huan's speed was still amazingly fast.

A moment later, Tang Huan had already crossed an area of nearly ten miles.

A black stone mountain entered Tang Huan's sight, the stone mountain was 100 meters high, and there were countless caves distributed on the mountain, looking at it from a distance, it was like a beehive.

At the foot of the stone mountain, hundreds of black shadows were scattered.

Every black shadow, whether it was a body or a robe, seemed to be condensed by black mist. They are the necromancers of the Netherworld. Although the bodies of these necromancers looked a little vague, their faces were not much different from those of human monks, only slightly blurred.

On the left chest, a blood-red shadow can be faintly seen.

The blood-red shadow is made up of small circles, which are the "heart rings".

The "heart ring" of the necromancer is equivalent to the Dao infant of a human monk. Each time the Necromancy's cultivation level is raised, the "Heart Ring" will increase by one.

The first-order necromancer only has one "heart ring", while the eleventh-order necronomicon will have eleven "heart rings", and the thirty-sixth-order necromantic naturally has thirty-six "heart rings".

However, in ancient times, the thirty-six "heart rings" were not the limit that the necromancer could reach.

In the same way, the thirty-sixth-order necromantic is not the pinnacle of the necromancy, and above the thirty-sixth-order necromancy, there is a more powerful existence, known as the "Necromantic King". Back then, the two-meter-long finger bone that Jiucai left for Jiu Ling in the "Heavenly Desolate Secret Realm" was from a Necromantic King in the "Netherworld Death Realm".

The higher the strength level of the necromancy, the closer it is to humans.

Necromancy of the thirty-first order and above is almost indistinguishable from human monks in appearance. Even if you enter the Netherworld, it will be difficult for ordinary monks to detect. It's just that after countless years, the Necromantic King is said to have disappeared in the "Netherworld Death Realm", and there are very few necromancers of the thirty-first order and above. On the side of the "Netherworld", there are also very few human monks who can compete with such necromantic powerhouses.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out.

At the foot of the stone mountain, a fierce battle was going on between the group of monks, most of whom had only ten or eleven heart rings. The two sides of the battle were five sixth-rank Heavenly Monarchs and one first-order Heavenly Monarch from the third squad, while the other Fang Ze was a dozen eleventh-order necromancers and a fourteenth-order necromancer who was quite large.

As soon as the screams fell, only four of the five sixth-rank heavenly monarchs remained.

The rest of the human monks had contorted faces, their eyes full of horror and despair, and their mouths were bursting with hysterical roars from time to time.

"Even if it is death, Lao Tzu will pull a cushion!"

A tall young man had a hideous expression, and he roared sharply, but he actually shook off the Dao weapon that had been eroded by the death qi, and let the claws of the eleventh-order necromancer on the opposite side buckle towards his head, and directly punched the blood-red shadow on the necromancer's left chest.

"Whew!"

This punch had already exhausted all the Tianyuan in the young man's body, and the huge fist shadow expanded sharply, and strong energy gushed out from the fist, moving forward like a thunderbolt.

Since they are all going to die, instead of dragging their feet and finally being killed by the necromancers, it is better to seize the opportunity to die with the necromancy, at least not in vain.

This punch was blasted, and he didn't leave any room for himself.

It's just that in such a situation, it is not easy to die with a dead soul.

Seeing his attack, the black glow flashed in the eyes of the necromantic on the other side, and he retreated backwards without hesitation. At about the same moment, an eleventh-order necromancer shot out from the side, and a huge black claw shadow was wrapped in a strong death qi and grabbed at the young man's head.

When the young man saw this, his heart was filled with bitterness.

He knew very well that his punch had come out a little earlier, and if he waited for the necromancer to get closer, he would not have time to retreat, and now, it was impossible to kill him, at most he could only hit him hard.

"Boom!"

After a fierce roar, the necromancer on the opposite side had been thrown out more than ten meters, and the black mist on the surface of the body surged sharply, but after an instant, it had regained its calm, but it seemed to fade a little, but the "heart ring" on the left chest was not damaged in the slightest.

If you can't kill the necronomicon on the other side with one punch, then you will be killed by the necromantic who rushed next to you.

The young man closed his eyes in despair, but after a moment, he was stunned that the claws of the dead had not landed on his head, and the imaginary state of flesh and life had not been devoured. In amazement, the young man subconsciously opened his eyes.

In sight, the necromancer was struggling violently, and its body was covered tightly by a strange green flame, and in that flame, it seemed to contain an incomparably majestic and vast vitality, which was the fire of vitality. In the blink of an eye, the necromancy was gone.

The green flame was instantly grasped by a hand, and then gathered into the palm, and the owner of the palm also clearly revealed his figure, he was naturally Tang Huan.

"Commander!"

The young man's eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief.

Many of the surrounding necromancers also noticed the movement here, and they seemed to be stunned for a moment, but after an instant, they had already woken up one after another.

"Kill—"

A sharp shout suddenly sounded, and dozens of figures closest to him almost unanimously pounced on Tang Huan.

Catching a glimpse of the movements of those dead spirits, the corners of Tang Huan's lips curled up with a mocking smile.

Immediately, Tang Huan stepped forward, and the green flames were like a wave, centering on his feet, trying to roll around. Seeing this, the young man subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the green flames that had spread in front of him had already whistled past the sides of his body and continued to extend into the distance.

Everywhere the green flame passed, the dead air floating in the void burned wildly.