It was only then that they realized that the idea of buying leaves from the Euphrates tree was a bit redundant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The measures in the info laboratory are too perfect, and it feels like summoning a blizzard inside, and there are remedies.

Now they're behind a transparent pane of glass, drawing formations. The red ** French ink outlines the lines, and then slowly gathers together in the hands of the three children to form an inverted pentagram pattern.

"The inverted pentagram is a sign of hell, and this magic has a close relationship with hell! Alaska, are we really going to continue? Putz worried.

Hei Yu laughed secretly in his heart, it would be too stupid for someone who couldn't see the identity of Alaska anymore.

The Lords of Hell are all by your side, and they call you brothers, and you are afraid that you will have too much contact with the forces of Hell?

Alaska spread his hands and said, "We can't give up our efforts now, let's go, let's put the Tigris grass in the center of the formation, and then go outside the glass wall." Formations can be manipulated from a distance, the problem is, we can't stay in it. ”

The glass wall slowly rose, and they walked out quickly, as if there was a flood beast behind them.

"So let's get started, shall we? To be on the safe side, we use simple mantras. The boy asked for advice.

"Of course." Black Feather nodded in agreement.

"Okay." Potz responded.

Alaska coughed a few times, crossed his solemn fingers into a fist, and read: "In the giant house, in the flames, I hope I will return my real name." ”

The first sentence just fell, nothing happened, Hei Yu looked inside through the glass wall, there was nothing abnormal, and wondered: "The formation is perfect, why is there no change." ”

"In the dark night of counting the years, in the dark night of the reckoning years, I hope to return my real name."

The scene still didn't change, Black Feather and Putz looked disappointed, but the little boy's eyes lit up with a different spark. A familiar smell of sulfur spread through the air, burrowing into his skin like a bug, penetrating into his bones and lungs, stirring the veins in his body and boiling the immortal divinity.

"When the gods ascend to the holy heavenly steps - behold upon me, give me their name."

Behind the glass wall finally changed, and the leaves of the Tigris grass began to curl as if they had been roasted by flames. It began to emit black smoke, and the smell of smoke was ominous.

Even through the glass wall, they could smell this ominousness, a kind of imprint from the first days of life, constantly telling them to stop, stop! The Great Terror is coming.

"The gods have given me to sit quietly beside them, and I am in awe of those who are afraid, O dead! Unwilling to die, I hope you will remember your real name. ”

"Roar."

The Tigris grass was surrounded by flames all at once, and that was ....... The fire of original sin, the anger rooted in sin, the anger of all things caused by greed and unwillingness, is burning in hell.

So fire and hell coincide here! The flames spread to the inverted pentagram, and the flowing flames formed a burning inverted pentagram, and at this moment - here the magic flows!

"By your name, you will return to this world, by virtue of immortality."

After the last incantation, a chain reaction was triggered, and the burning inverted pentagram was projected into the sky, and the fire light covered the sky and spread all around.

Black Feather shouted anxiously at this moment: "Quickly build a large tomb." ”

Alaska is now leaking out of its psychic power, channeling the flames of hell into the desired shape.

The essence of the Great Tomb is to steal the power of the world of the dead and use alchemy to build the desired building. Alaska has stolen the power of hell at the moment, then all that remains is to sketch out the Great Tomb.

The Great Sepulpin itself is a high-end esoteric magic crystal, and it is no exaggeration to say that every inch of it contains magic. The strange thing is that the flames flew upwards, drawing strange lines, and then, in the shouting of Ports, formed a strange structure with a square below and a cone on the top.

At this point, the building was only in the shape of a flame outlet, and the Great Tomb magic was not complete, but it could only go so far. The rich smell of death covered the smell of sulfur, and the ominous breath kicked away the hint of ferocity, and Alaska felt that if it continued like this, the undead army would really crawl out of hell.

These breaths of death are the breath of sinners punished in hell, and his heart is full of alarm bells, and his divinity is quickly activated, and the Great Tomb is not only stealing the power of hell, but also helping these sinners escape punishment!!

Who created this spell is simply presumptuous! This kind of behavior is fundamentally contrary to the laws of heaven and earth. Alaska is influenced by divinity and thinks from the perspective of the lord of hell!

Fortunately, I was reciting a simple spell at the moment, a practice spell, and all these powerful spells had such practice spells. Otherwise, it's like a blizzard, and you have to freeze a few lakes if you want to practice?

Therefore, incomplete spells, although they can summon the power of hell, are not enough to build a large tomb at all, so Alaska can disarm the magic at this moment. But surprises are always unexpected, aren't they?

I don't know how far away, a terrifying voice in the dark came through the half-formed tomb. Black Feather and Putz looked dull and their eyes were empty, and then they began to tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

They screamed, running around inexplicably, as if someone was chasing them.

Alaska listened, the sound of bones hitting in his ears, his face was solemn, this voice ..... Contains the power of death.........

"I don't know which of the dead worlds has arrived, these two are my friends, and please raise your noble hand." Alaska bent down slightly, then got up and snapped his fingers, and Black Feather and Putz suddenly fell straight down.

"Yo, where did the little hairy boy dare to interrupt my prayer for the dead. Tut-tut, with the smell of sulfur on his body, it turned out to be a little cub of hell, are you impatient!" The sound of bones clashing incessantly, but its owner was clearly not a dead thing, sneering at Alaska.

Alaska snorted coldly, and pointed at the half-formed large tomb, and a gray shadow burrowed into it, and suddenly the screams continued.

"No, no, no, what is this, actually devouring my divine power. Damn imp, you're provoking the living and not the dead, but I'm the Lich Emperor, the King of the Necromancy. "There was still an unpleasant sound of bones colliding.

"I guessed it a long time ago, but it's just a mourning dog that ran out of hell, you think I'm going to be afraid of you?" Alaska didn't hesitate for a moment and said coldly.

The Necromantic Kings broke away from Hell and formed their own faction, and swept away a portion of Hell space. His Majesty the Devil (the Lord of Hell) doesn't have a good sense of them, so to speak, they are incompatible. So Alaska is not afraid of this goods, someone can help him carry it, not to mention that he is in the material world, he can't do it to himself, but he can do it to him. (Plane Barrier)

Alaska guesses that he is stealing the power of hell, not the world of the dead, and it is not the lord of hell who has come, but the inexplicable and wonderful Necromantic King. The answer is very simple, he is probably plotting something in the space of hell, and then he saw someone stealing the power of hell, and he came here with curiosity!