The barrier is like a dam, and the spiritual power is like a flood. Once a crack in the levee is infiltrated by floodwater, it is only a matter of time before the levee collapses.

The wormhole quickly radiated outward, eventually turning into a giant ghost that was four people tall. The ghost is suspended in mid-air, wearing a crown of white bones, holding a necromantic scepter, eight bone spurs growing from its back, and the tip of the ghostly fire swaying - obviously a disembodied guy, but he is stunned to look like a classic villain in Western fantasy, the Lich.

The appearance is similar, and the momentum is also similar. The endless spiritual power rolled up gusts of yin wind, making people feel frozen in the soul and numb in the body; Countless souls hovered around, and these souls who were still at peace after death still let out a painful howl to this day.

"Northfildur!" Even though she was mentally prepared, Emma still screamed. The pressure on the living beings from the undead king was too great, and she had to use this method to relieve the pressure.

Li En bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the real air turned, and a virtual image of a unicorn stepping on the clouds faintly appeared behind him, which was to promote "Qilin Gong" to the peak.

The unicorn is a rui beast, auspicious and rui, avoiding evil and warding off evil! The pressure on Northfeldu was suddenly lightened.

Out of the sheath in the white night, Ye Yan came out with the knife, carving a wall of fire in front of several people, and the yin wind was not allowed to enter.

"The evil spirits are scattered!" At the same time, Youlandel, who had been sleeping here for more than two hundred years, let out a clear and trembling sound, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which woke up the numb soul.

"It doesn't seem to be on the same level as the monsters I encountered before." The crossspear swirled in Gaius's hand, and a crisp wind blew away the coldness of the other world.

"How can we fall here!" Jusis touched the blade of the sword, and the runes on the sword, which symbolized nobility, lit up in turn.

"It doesn't matter if you're a ghost or whatever, give me death! SILVER, BEAM!! As if to unleash the horror and fear that had accumulated over the night, Miriam took the lead in attacking.

Anyone who plays Heroes Invincible knows that what kind of machines, puppets, elemental creatures, and autoimmune mind magic, Northfield Du's own passive skills, Soul Deterrence and Fear Aura, are completely useless to it. Appear, raise the arm, store energy, and release the laser, the whole process takes less than a second, and it is neat.

The laser, which boiled iron and molten gold, instantly pierced Northfieldo's body, opening a hole in its chest. This kind of injury, if the human race had died a long time ago, it would have been impossible to die anymore, but the immortal king was completely unaffected, and between the white mist, the hole quickly shrank and recovered as before.

Nosfildu uttered a voice that humans could not describe, as if to mock human ignorance. With a wave of the necromantic scepter in his hand, dozens of resentful spirits rushed towards Miriam, frightening the bear child to scream again!

The moonlight gathers and turns into a purple shield that covers Miriam in time, blocking out the unjust soul, which is Emma's support skill, the Crescent Moon Shield.

As the saying goes, she can take care of others and not herself, Emma saved Miriam, but she herself was attacked by more resentful spirits. Not only her, but everyone else is also treated the same, the immortal king is never picky, as long as it is a soul, he will accept it all, and those who come will not refuse.

Sea of the Undead - the classic tactics of the necromancer, we never fight alone, only fight in groups!

"So the necromantic monster is Trouble Laura, use that!"

Li En raised the sword, the internal qi was endless, and the karma was transformed.

Laura shook the holy sword, and the fighting spirit exploded, and the brilliant sword light condensed.

Swords intertwined, brilliant flames!

The light is the holy light, from the holy sword, from Laura's open air;

The flame is the karmic flame, which originates from the sword and originates from the fire of Lien's judgment.

Everywhere they passed, the resentment was like boiling soup and pouring snow, and they dissipated one after another.

The light flame castrated and went straight to Nosfildu in the center of the platform - the principle of killing spirit monsters: don't care about summons, stare at the main body!

Feeling the power to restrain himself, the Immortal King let out a sharp hiss, and the eight ghostly fires behind him left the bone spurs and turned into a wall to block the light flames. The light of openness, the flame of judgment can indeed restrain the ghost fire of negative energy, but under the huge number gap, it has not been able to break through the ghost fire wall fed by thousands of resentful souls.

But it doesn't matter, Rien and Laura's attack is just the beginning of this wave of fire.

Before the light was completely extinguished, a burst of fire was heard, and a cross-throwing spear with dense arcs of lightning fell from the sky, hitting the crown of white bones. A snow-bright sword light blessed with runes tore through the miserable white mist and slashed at the back of the Immortal King.

The crescent moon staff was held high, and on the guiding force of the staff's head, the silver glow shone more and more - the silver glow is a symbol of one of the three high-level attributes, illusion is knowledge, it is the power of the soul - you play with the soul, I will target it with the power of illusion.

Nosfildu is not the kind of low-level monster that only acts on instinct, it has intelligence, and in its cognition, the thunder spear and rune sword hit on its body are just a disease of scabies, and only the high-level magic of the phantom attribute in the brew is a serious problem. It didn't care about mending its body, mobilizing all the resentful spirits it could, and lunged at Emma in a frenzy!

Miriam was the only one in front of Emma, and the terrible bear child who was afraid of ghosts did not scream this time, although his face was pale and his legs trembled, he still insisted on not retreating, and cooperated with the silver arm to hold the energy shield to the maximum, gritting his teeth and insisting in the sea of the undead.

Her efforts were not in vain, and as the green grew dimmer and crumbling, the silver light rose into the sky, and the magic was finally complete!

The top floor of Lohenglin City is a platform, most of which is covered and half is a terrace, where you can watch the stars and the moon. The clear night was obscured by a large magic circle, and a large armored hand larger than the immortal king slowly stretched out from the magic circle. The armor's big hand was stretched, and the silver orb in the palm of his hand released a dazzling light, like a lightsaber falling from the sky - the highest magic of the illusion attribute "Condensing Light Phantom Sword"!

The Silver Light Sword came extremely quickly, piercing through the front chest and exiting the back waist, opening a large hole in the body of the Immortal King. This time, the wound did not shrink as quickly as before, but had a tendency to spread under the ravages of the power of the silver yao!

A scream a hundred times worse than the sound of a disc scraping ground glass -- regardless of whether it is accurate to describe it as "screaming", "miserable" is indeed truly miserable.

This scream seemed to be a signal, and the white mist that enveloped the entire platform flowed back wildly. In the final analysis, there is only one method for the Immortal King - the use of the power of the wraith. The white mist called the soul mist is composed of negative energy, and so is the ghost fire that burns the soul, and the summons that bite everyone are directly the resentful spirits in the stomach, and even the basic composition of the body is a high concentration of negative spiritual power. It can be said that all the frontal visions on the platform are extensions of Nosfildu's body. Since the essence is the same, it can also be used to repair the body,

Seeing this scene, how could everyone not understand. Fight for consumption, they definitely can't fight for Nosfildur with the support of endless resentful spirits. There was no need for Emma to give orders, everyone sped up the pace of attack, magic and lasers were thrown regardless of attrition, swords and stabs were stabbed, and the enemy was not given the slightest chance to recover. As the absolute main force, Lane and Laura even used the mystery.

The radiant Divine Bird Phoenix was indomitable, shattering the newly revived Immortal King to pieces, followed closely behind by the blazing blackened Sword, burning the wreckage.

"Retreat, retreat?" Miriam hugged Xiaoyin, looking nervously left and right, for fear that something would come out of nowhere.

"I don't know, it doesn't seem quite right." A sense of foreboding rose in Jussi's heart.

"It's not good, get out of here." Emma, who had never turned off her vision, finally saw the problem - the negative energy on the platform did not dissipate due to the destruction of the immortal king's form, but gathered around Baoyu again.

As a spirit creature, the destruction of the body does not mean the end, as long as the strength is enough, it will soon be able to reunite the body, and Baoyu, which was originally used as a cage, is suitable as a hiding place!

The highly condensed spiritual power gathered outside the treasure jade suddenly exploded, and at the intersection of this present world and the netherworld, a temporary passage exploded. This is a great gift from Nosfildu to the enemy, the Netherworld has an unparalleled desire for living beings, and at close range, these little bugs will never be able to resist the call of the Netherworld, and there is only one way to fall.

The unparalleled pressure pressed on everyone, instantly crushing this group of young people who had just finished the fierce battle. Under the influence of the power leaking from the Netherworld, they were like a statue pressed into the ground little by little by an invisible wall, almost shattering but there was nothing to be done, only to squeeze every ounce of strength in the hope of relieving the pressure.

But this is just in vain.