"What to do?" Calomby asked, panicking.

"What should I do? Didn't you come here first? You should come up with something for me. Qin Ming thought that the purple-gold guardian wings behind him popped out and led him out in the direction of his military camp.

At the same time, he also began to contact the sin bones.

Whether the Undead Monarch knows about the sin bones or not, only he knows.

But one thing is for sure, the Undead Monarch knows Qin Ming 100%. The Haotian mirror light that shot into hell must have been remembered by him very deeply.

Although Qin Ming's aura was very different from the original now, even if he saw this face, Qin Ming was not sure what would happen to the other party.

As if in response to Qin Ming's thoughts, a pink crystal skull burst out from the vast army of undead in the rear, and the speed it displayed even exceeded the wind driven by the guardian wings for a while.

Qin Ming turned his head to take a look, but the next second he felt bad.

The surface of the crystal skeleton flickered, and Qin Ming's guardian wings turned into two golden doors to guard in front of him.

But the wings of protection, which had always been invincible, shattered in the blink of an eye. The purple-gold feathers and those strange patterns drifted away in the wind, and the two ribs that had been accustomed to the guardian wings gradually became relaxed and numb.

The means of the Holy Order.

". Qin Ming lost his guardian wings, his speed dropped wildly, he dodged, jumped in space, moved to the back of the other party's smooth head, and kicked it over.

But the crystal skull, which had fallen silent after the blow, still had the strength to resist.

Dozens of huge tentacles wrapped around it in the blink of an eye, and with a little force, it finally destroyed the thing.

Karumbi, even if he is at odds with Qin Ming, still thinks that he is a criminal person.

Qin Ming gritted his teeth, grabbed her, and then used the space to jump wildly. Qin Ming also felt for the first time how terrifying the white expanse behind him was.

"Where are we going?" asked Calomby.

"Do you know where there are still traps?" Qin Ming asked.

"This kind of army is already at the strategic level, and ordinary traps can't even hold them back. Calombi said.

"Then use a strategic-level trap, what about the kind of sand that you just used against me?"

"That's far from the strategic level, otherwise it wouldn't have been ruined by you. ”

"yes? I thought it wasn't enough time to make it happen. Qin Ming looked at the back, what is the concept of the so-called strategic level? At least Qin Ming had seen no less than ten of the Beamon Behemoths that Qin Ming had dealt with just now.

When was it originally a mythical beast of the orc race, but it was so cheap to come here.

Not to mention the bunch of high-level Warcraft species in there, as well as a large number of cardinal skeletons.

"All in all, let's hold it off for a while. Qin Ming said, and then stretched out his hand, in addition to the Chaos Black Coffin, the Chaos Thunder Egg, the third Chaos Magic that Qin Ming had studied.

The space in front of him quickly dissolved under the chaotic qi between his fingers, and the space seemed to be as fragile as a piece of paper.

Qin Ming stepped into the gray patch in front of him.

The next moment, it appeared hundreds of miles away, the so-called space jump, the limit is only a hundred zhang, and this space magic, really speaking, is still suitable for flexible flashing at close range.

Not suitable for long-distance travel.

After Qin Ming passed through that chaotic space, a zombie soon chased after him, and he actually wanted to step into this space, but the gray space quickly collapsed, and finally caused a series of reactions.

In the end, a whirlpool was formed in that area, absorbing all these people. Although in such a vast army, such casualties are nothing.

But the destructive power is undoubted, but all those who are involved in it, there is not a single corpse left.

This magic was not originally intended to help him shift his position, but collapsed and collapsed. However, there are naturally some advanced applications, after all, he developed them.

Beyond this desert, there is another vast territory. This territory belongs to another lord.

In the center of the realm there was a fortress made of steel, but there was nothing elaborate or extravagant in it. Some are just hills of graves.

There is a tombstone on the grave, but there is no name on the tombstone.

A young man with black hair and red eyes walked into the castle. At the same time, a red crystal was removed.

A little, a blood-colored light shone on the grave, and finally the inhabitants of the place opened the door for him.

The young man walked in until he reached a secret room, where a skeleton in a black robe was already waiting for him.

In fact, it's not a skeleton, but because it's too thin and has only a layer of pale skin on its body, it looks so eerie and terrifying.

But when it comes to it, I don't look gloomy, but what is the result? I have fitted perfectly with this environment, and I am a monster from hell in the eyes of the world.

"Lord Undead Sovereign, I am the Seventh Ancestor of the Blood Clan, and Lord Crowley invites you to the Emissary of the Blood Clan's Holy Scriptures. Here's the invitation. ”

The young man said, and finally took out a piece of red crystal that was as red as blood and gave it to him, and suspended it in the air.

But the black-robed man didn't pay attention to him, maybe he was holding a shelf, even though he was the seventh ancestor of Crowley's blood clan, but the other party was also a saint who was no less than him.

But Crowley soon realized that he was wrong, that the undead monarch was indeed staring at something else intently, not noticing him. Maybe this also has something to do with his lack of urgency to deal with this matter.

Finally, the young man's gaze fell on the hand of the undead monarch, a crystal ball that glowed with a faint black light, black as ink, but the inside was clearly visible.

And in there was a young man, and he was running wild with an eighth-level existence that looked like a hell mermaid.

Behind is an army holding high the banner of the Undead Sovereign.

It stands to reason that if this Holy Rank Undead Monarch wanted to deal with an eighth-level existence, it would be easy.

If you don't want to deal with it, then just send your men down. But that can also be put aside, after all, an eighth-level is really not worthy of such a dedication to a saint-level advancement.

Unless the other person has such a hobby and wants to play a game of cat and mouse.

But if that's the case, it doesn't seem to make sense, the undead monarch grabbed the crystal ball with his slightly trembling hand, and the expression on his face, unabashedly with a hint of fear, and anticipation.

Who would let such an existence be like this? Then Qin Ming turned his head and glanced at it, and this young man of the blood clan saw his face.

Okay, acquaintance.

The teenager, who was originally called the Vampire Slayer, suddenly coughed, but the undead monarch on the other side was so involved that he didn't care about this rude act at all.

But compared to this, the vampire hunter still wants to ask, why did this guy end up in hell?

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