The mystery of the escape of the Chilling Wind Spirit has been solved, but a new problem has surfaced in Mo Jun's mind.

Why is the Flame of Deconstruction afraid of its own Flame of Deconstruction?And the Flame of Deconstruction is indeed like the nemesis of the Spirit of War, and attacks with ink flames can greatly traumatize the Spirit of War every time. But even Mo Jun himself doesn't know the reason.

Shaking his head, leaving these inconsequential doubts behind, the most important thing now is to check the safety of his teammates. Although Zed's life is not in danger, if they encounter palace guards such as Iceman War Spirit, the situation is quite serious.

By the time Mo Jun returned to the battlefield, Zede and Zhou Xuan had already come to their senses, thanks to the fact that both of them were trialists with high physique attributes, and they were able to move easily so far, but the wounds on Zede's body were a little troublesome, and the attacks of the two gunmen even had a variety of elemental damage, so that the gunshot wounds on Zede's body were not simple physical damage, and several places hit by bullets with curse effects were even more miserable, and the black pus and blood couldn't stop flowing outward, fortunately, the temperature in the palace was extremely low, and there were no reptiles and flying insects, otherwise the severity would be even higher。

And the person concerned, Zede, just looked at Lu Baifei, who was constantly casting divine magic, and Mo Jun and Blaze, who took out various recovery items, and smirked: "I'm fine, this injury is much lighter than when I was doing hard labor under the hands of the dark elves." ”

"Don't talk, squat. Mo Jun glanced at him helplessly, the tall size of the minotaur made Lu Baifei, who was only one meter six, have to jump up to treat his wounds before he could reach it. Hearing this, Zede quickly leaned down so that the busy little priest would be less troublesome.

Zhou Xuan has been put aside by the vitality spring, because his injuries are relatively light, and he also has a lot of recovery props, at this time there is no big problem, he looked at the busy Mo Jun and the others smashed their mouths: "I said chicken nest head, shouldn't we also find a priest girl." ”

"You're just looking for a girl. Cang Yuan replied angrily, he was now meditating to recover his mental strength, and then nodded with his eyes closed: "It's time to find a few reliable teammates, judging from the difficulty of the mandatory mission, we can still hold out for a while, but when it comes to campaign missions or more difficult and complex tasks, the two of them are definitely not as strong as a complete team." ”

"Actually, it's not bad to join the team of the Mojun brothers, at least I don't see him as the kind of person who is treacherous. Zhou Xuan leaned his hands behind his head and said lightly: "I don't have any intention of fighting for power and profit, as long as the income distribution is reasonable, I may not be able to stay in the team." ”

"The beauty you think of, you can see from the healers and tanks in their team, and the scout, that Mo Jun wants to cultivate a team by himself. Cang Yuan opened his eyes and detached himself from the meditative state: "And I asked the boy just now, and he said that there is only one place left in the team contract. ”

"That's right. I see that their team still lacks a mage, why don't you go over and try it?" Zhou Xuan turned his head to look at Cang Yuan, his tone was playful but serious: "To be honest, you are much better at following them than following me alone, at least the chances of survival are much higher." ”

"What a mess, I don't know how many times I'd died without you. The mage with the head of the chicken nest turned his face away, I don't know if it was because of shyness or other reasons: "You have to go by yourself, otherwise you will find someone to form a team." ”

"Cut, cowardly. The burly man laughed and cursed, stopped talking, lowered his head and stroked the scar on his arm, not knowing what he was thinking.

After some rectification, I don't know how long it took, Mo Jun only knew that the snowflakes on his body had accumulated a thin layer. Don't underestimate this layer of snowflakes, after Mo Jun's rough estimate, he found that if converted into specific data, the restraints formed by these snowflakes reduced his reaction speed by two percent, and the reduction in movement speed was roughly this value. What is the concept of reducing the speed by 20%? The most intuitive embodiment is the extension of the cast time, spells that need to be charged for ten seconds now take twelve seconds to be released, and these two seconds are enough to affect the entire battlefield situation, for details, refer to the flame fire in Fa Ge's stillbelly to understand the concept.

The Minotaur was no longer the pothole-ridden sight, except that he was now covered in medical bandages, and he was a walking mummy. Cang Yuan and Zhou Xuan saw that this side was finished, so they stepped forward.

"I saw that you caught someone and came back, did you get any information from him?" Zhou Xuan didn't ask where Fa Ge was, in his opinion, that person must have become a corpse.

Mo Jun nodded, organized the language, and then said, "Two good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Sell an egg, hurry up. Zhou Xuan smiled and hammered Mojun's shoulder, the latter shrugged his shoulders, and told all the information he had heard from Fa Ge. And everyone was very disappointed when they heard that they could only get the way out from the Wind Demon Monarch, but Blaze waved his small fist and bared his teeth and said, "Didn't Tu Yi go to the inner court, maybe he and the Wind Demon Lord will fight to the end, and we can be praying mantises." ”

"The problem is, I can't afford to wait. Hearing this, in addition to Zede and Lu Baifei, even Ji Fantian looked at the flames helplessly like everyone else, while Mo Jun smiled bitterly: "You should also find that the suppression of the enchantment is getting more and more serious, and Tu Yi is also uncomfortable, but he can use the flesh and blood of the trialist to restore his strength, we can't." What if people are in a hurry and kill us first as a backup ration?"

Zhou Xuan followed and said: "And the strength of the elite group of the Slayer Wargroup is so high, everyone has experienced it before, even if it is a sneak attack, it is such a tragic victory, and as far as Brother Mojun just said, this is just one group, and the lower layers are all cleaned up by two elite groups together, even if we can successfully sneak attack by repeating our old skills, it will inevitably be a dead end in the face of twice as many elite group members." ”

The heavy reality silenced the scene, not despair at this disadvantaged situation, but everyone racking their brains to think about how to deal with it, this is the difference between a new trialist and a veteran. The silence between the crowd lasted for quite some time, until it was broken by a strange "Kara" sound coming from all around.

Mo Jun looked up and looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to see a white-gray tone at the end of the corridor undulating, and as time passed, the sound became more and more crisp, and then everyone saw a shocking scene: several skeleton warriors dressed differently, but armed to the teeth in a patchwork of pieces, were the first to step into everyone's sight, these skeleton warriors were tall and low, but the pace was surprisingly consistent, advancing in an arrow-shaped lineup, followed by various colors of undead flames burning in their eye sockets, The number of skeleton casters holding staffs and skeleton mages is small, but they are all equipped like normal law trialists, and even more

Enchanted necklaces and rings are worn on the cervical vertebrae and phalanges.

This team, composed entirely of the dead, was like a silent blade, walking straight towards everyone in silence.

"This is..."Cang Yuan seemed to sense something, and his voice trembled a little: "His army!"

Zhou Xuan also tensed his muscles, held his breath and concentrated, and looked at the advance of the White Bone Legion with stunned eyes: "He's here." ”

"The equipment on the skeleton alone is enough to support a team of Ember high-level or even pinnacle. Mo Jun couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his fists clenched and loosened, and his chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder: "Is this your true strength, Rod." ”

At the end of the Bone Legion, a figure dressed in a gray robe slowly stepped up the steps and stood on the top of the palace.

Necromancer, an army of one.

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The slaughter in the inner court of the Frozen Palace is nearing its end.

The magnificent and beautiful ice fountain was now stained with blood, gushing red liquid, and the ground paved with the entire block of ice was covered with strikingly dead corpses. Tu Yi didn't let go of any idea of living at all, as long as any trialist was caught by him, he would turn into a human in just a few seconds, and his flesh and blood essence would be replenished into Tu Yi's body.

Tu Yi walked very slowly, staring at the few people in front of him as if he was chewing and swallowing the last snack, his steps were heavy and depressed, every step was on the heartbeat rhythm of the survivors, whenever someone plucked up the courage to look at Tu Yi, the heavy footsteps were stepped on, as if directly stepping on the other party's heart, the person only felt that the qi was suddenly disordered, and the blood flow speed of the whole body increased sharply, and frantically surged towards the heart. Weaker trialists suffered from this calamity, ranging from internal organs to vomiting blood to death.

How domineering!

As Tu Yi approached step by step, his momentum rose like wildfire, crushing the last of the survivors hiding in the corner and barely breathing. Among these people, there is one person with his head held high and his face is fearless, but judging from the white joints and the palm of the weapon clenched, although this person is also strong, but in the face of Tu Yi's fierceness, his heart is also quite dignified.

"Tu Yi, do you really want to kill all the trialists here?" He Ming frowned, a azure robe danced wildly as if pressed by the wind, and with these words, the atmosphere in the courtyard changed again, from a pool of stagnant water to a powder keg that was about to explode!

In the face of the Daoist's questioning, the fierce Biao-shaped man turned a deaf ear, but the next moment he burst out and directly attacked the trialist hiding behind the Daoist. This sudden change from extreme silence to extreme movement, only He Ming in the courtyard smelled Tu Yi's movements.

He Daoren snorted coldly, this Tu Yi took his words as a deaf ear? The clay man also has three points of fire, not to mention that Tu Yi's strength at this time has been greatly damaged, and the current fierceness still exists, but in fact, he only has the strength of the middle level of Li Huo, and He Ming is in good condition at this time, he is a real Li Huo intermediate level trialist, not to mention that he is strengthening the direction of cultivation, and now he is cultivating to the late stage of the Jie Dan, and he is only one step away from stepping into the false infant realm of the Great Perfection of the Jie Dan. Whether it is endurance or combat effectiveness, it is much higher than that of the trialists of the same level, it can be said that even if it encounters Tu Yi and Yi Yi at the peak, they can fight against each other, how can they be afraid of the current Tu Yi with incomplete strength?

"Sickness. He Daoren's figure did not move at all, only to see a spirit sword flying out of his back at great speed, this spirit sword emitted a crimson spiritual light, like a long rainbow directly blocking Tu Yi. A sword and a person suddenly collided together at an extremely high speed, and the ash and ember-level trialists not far away realized the existence of this grappling, and looked at the place where the collision occurred one by one, for fear of missing the slightest detail.

And what people never expected was that although Tu Yi's figure was stopped by the spirit sword, he raised his big hand, and grasped the flashing red spirit sword in his palm with the momentum of thunder, even if the palm was blurred by the flesh and blood of the spirit sword with the sword condensed, but Tu Yi did not see the slightest pain on his face, and then he broke his hands fiercely, and the surrounding onlookers seemed to be able to hear the sorrow of the psychic sword, Tu Yi's giant palm and the spirit sword stalemate for less than a second to distinguish the victory, only to see that He Daoren in the distance took a few steps back, and when the connection with the spirit sword was broken, he was also affected by a very serious backlash, and at this time the corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of scarlet。

"You..." Tu Yi threw the scrap iron broken in two at his feet like garbage, his red eyes scanned the audience, and no one dared to look at him.

"Who knows a man named Mojun. ”