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At night, Su Yang walked on the streets of London, playing with the sapphire in his hand, and crossed into a true yuan force, only to feel that the holy power contained in the gem suddenly had an extremely strong resonance, and a touch of wonder flashed inside the gem.

"It's a funny little thing."

This holy light gem was given by Diana to Su Yang to contact the current Arthur and herself, just enter the true yuan power, so that they can know Su Yang's location at the first time, and the fire is coming.

"It's the right time to visit an old friend."

Bring the Holy Light Gem to the "Cangjian." "Su Yang's figure disappeared into the night, and with an astonishing degree that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, he flew along the Thames River to the southeast.

Half an hour later, Su Yang had already left London and came to a dense and gloomy forest, a terrifying area known to the locals as the "Cursed Land", which had existed for hundreds of years.

With the continuous rise of land prices and the progress of the human financial system, in the past hundred years, this "cursed land" has been targeted by many real estate developers, but none of them has ever been able to succeed, and there have not even been a few opportunities to step into it.

It's really because this forest is so weird and terrifying, no matter who it is, no one can end well when it comes to this forest

It doesn't matter if you are a wealthy businessman or a powerful nobleman, as long as you are involved here, no one will end well.

Over time, the reputation of the "Cursed Land" spread throughout the United Kingdom, and even the powerful state apparatus of the British government, after two failed attempts and a terrible price, completely and selectively forgot the existence of this large area of land.

As for the warning sign erected in front of the "Cursed Land", Su Yang walked into it as if he hadn't seen it.

If the locals see it, they will be kind enough to remind Su Yang that this is a place where people are not allowed to enter, if you are lucky and not killed by the ghosts wandering in the forest, you will also be trapped in the black fog in the forest and can't find any way out, trapped in it.

The black mist visible to the naked eye lingered in the forest like a ghost, but once it touched the three-meter range of Dao Su Yang's body, it was difficult to make an inch, and it was fended off by the defense intertwined by his divine sense.

Seemingly dense and nowhere to be found, the "Cursed Lands." In Su Yang's opinion, he is very familiar with the road, you must know that the most important protection in this forest, the "Demon Soul Lost Dragon Array" is exactly what Su Yang himself laid in the previous life.

"Old man Hart, old friend is here, why don't you come out and say hello."

I don't know when, Su Yang has come to a row of stone houses with a wide area, and when he sees the familiar scene, Su Yang can't help but say loudly.

The huge wooden door of a certain stone house suddenly opened, and two fist-sized clouds of green and blue fire suddenly lit up in the night forest, and on closer inspection, it was actually the eyeballs of an axe-wielding skeleton more than four meters high.

The giant skeleton held a six-meter-long heavy axe in both hands, and with a big jump, it was actually across a distance of more than ten meters, and the axe was facing the sky, slashing down at Su Yang.

In the face of this qiē, Su Yangxian was still calm, and said with a faint smile: "Is this your newly created undead creature?" It's a lot bigger than before, and it's faster, but it's a pity that I don't have a brain. ”

"Black Diamond, play with this skull, be careful not to ruin him, or Hart, the old miser, will die of distress."

At the moment when the giant axe was about to slash Su Yang, a huge black shadow rose into the sky, and the black diamond that was originally staying in Su Yang's arms showed its original form, and a huge head rushed towards the axe blade without hesitation.

"Qiang"

A clash of gold and iron rang out, and the black diamond was entrenched on the ground without incident, and the giant axe-wielding skeleton of the power group was shaken out several meters away, and even the sharp axe blade was curled.

"Zhongyi Guoyang, what kind of monster is this, your pet?"

"Oh my God, this is too big, isn't it?"

"Stop fighting, my Hart Eight took thirty years of hard work to produce, and it's not yet complete."

At this moment, an old man with a withered goatee and a dirty robe ran out of another stone house, panting and shouting to stop.

"You old boy, now you know it."

When Su Yang saw someone coming, he laughed and said, "This is the eighth?" I remember that skull you made more than sixty years ago was Six, so you're slow enough. ”

Seeing that the black diamond had no intention of continuing to crush the eighth, Hart relieved himself, glared at Su Yang with resentment, and said, "I'm still slow this time, do you know how difficult it is for me to be the last necromancer on earth." ”

Then Hart looked Su Yang up and down with a short body, and said in amazement: "Zhongyi Guoyang, if you are willing to let me study it, I believe that I am very likely to become the most powerful necromancer in history, after so many years, you are stronger than in the past, and you are getting younger and younger, Zhongjian Kingdom is really a place full of magic, clean out of you like a demonic guy." ”

Su Yang and Hart became acquainted with each other during World War II, when Su Yang was thriving in London and broke into the "Cursed Land" out of curiosity. And along the way, he broke many of the prohibitions that Hart had arranged in the forest, and after a jī battle, the two became good friends.

As the last necromancer on Earth, an old antique who has lived for eight hundred years, Hart has gained a lot of enlightenment after getting acquainted with Su Yang, and has made great progress in necromancer, and even Su Yang has set up a large array of demons in the forest for him to guard the station.

Of course, Hart is also a good friend, and has done a lot of things for Su Yang, the Battle of the Tower of London, in order to help Su Yang, Hart even sent his precious immortal slave, in that battle, Hart No. 1, Hart No. 2, and Hart No. 3 were all destroyed, Hart No. 4 and No. 5 were severely damaged, and only Hart No. 6 was able to escape with his whole body.

In addition, in that battle, Hart completely suppressed the dark wizard who had been worshiped by the blood clan for generations, and finally killed him, making the black witch completely annihilated in the long river of history, which can be said to be a great help.

Both of them are almost immortal anomalies, but the paths they choose are different from the general direction, and it is not difficult to understand that they cherish each other with similar interests.

"Study me?"

A wicked smile hung on the corner of Su Yang's mouth, "If I hang up one day, I don't mind if you study it." ”

In Hart's room, the necromancer enthusiastically poured Su Yang a glass of his own turquoise liquid and said, "Try my newly brewed lizard dragon wine, and only you are qualified to drink it, because you are Hart's only friend." ”

Su Yang drank it all and said with relief: "Old man, it's been more than sixty years, and the strange wine you brew is still so delicious."

Hart said proudly: "That's natural, before I chose the path of necromancer, I was the best winemaker in the British Empire

"By the way, why did you come back this time?"

"I'm going to kill all those pesky stinky bats." Su Yang said straightforwardly.

"Kill them all?" Hart said with a puzzled look.

"That's right, there's not one left."

"I said Zhongyi Guoyang, although you are very strong, and now you are stronger than in the past, this is still an impossible task."

Hart said frankly: "The Bloodlines are deeply entrenched in London, and even the powerful Holy See, joined forces with the British Crown, which failed to do so in the most vulnerable years of the Bloods. ”

Su Yang didn't mind Hart's blow at all, and smiled: "I'm not here to find you." ”

Hearing this, Hart showed a crying and laughing expression, and muttered: "I know that you guy came to me, there must be nothing good, the No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 that I worked hard to make for most of my life have been destroyed, and No. 4 and No. 5 have finally been repaired, and there are just a few undead slaves at hand, a war of extermination against the blood clan, this power will not play any role at all." ”

Su Yang patted Hart's shoulder, and suddenly threw more than ten Tongyou grasses collected from the "Spirit Domain" in front of Hart and said, "Old man, when did you see me enough, the reason why you have created eight undead slaves over the years is not because of your lack of ability, but because you can't find enough materials." ”

"There are fewer and fewer raw materials in this world for you to make undead slaves, if I provide you with high-quality raw materials, are you sure that you can create an army of undead slaves in a short period of time?"

The moment Su Yang took out the "Psychic Grass", Hart's eyes were attracted by this kind of natural treasure that was not rare in the Spiritual Realm, and he couldn't put it down, and he couldn't put it down and picked up a Psychic Grass and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, with an obsessed and intoxicated look, as if he was holding his life.

The vast majority of necromancers' power comes from the undead slaves they create, both in terms of quality and quantity, which can reflect the strength of a necromancer.

As the last necromancer on Earth, Hart has been baptized for 800 years and has a wealth of experience and means in the art of making undead slaves, but what has always counterbalanced his progress is the lack of raw materials to make undead slaves.

There is no shortage of the body of the immortal slave, after all, there are still a lot of deceased powerhouses in this world.

What is lacking is the various potions needed in the manufacturing process, you must know that as early as thousands of years ago, when the earth's resources were not scarce, the most powerful necromancer even had enough to compete with the entire army of undead slaves of the entire king's ** team.

At this moment, the "Psychic Grass" that Su Yang took out was the main material of the most important potion needed to make immortal slaves.

Reluctantly put down the "psychic grass." Hart swallowed his saliva and said, "Zhongyi Guoyang, how many raw materials you have, I can make you as many undead slaves as you want, but you also know that just these 'psychic grasses' are not enough." ”

Su Yang nodded and said: "Old man, don't worry about the raw materials, the other undead slaves produced are yours, and they have nothing to do with me, you just need to let the undead slaves you create for me to deploy for a while." ”

"Of course, with your powerful undead manufacturing skills, on the premise of having sufficient and high-quality raw materials, creating an undead slave should have a strength that is not inferior to that of the Blood Clan Viscount, focusing on quality over quantity, I think you should understand this."

On Hart's thin and fleshless face, he squeezed out a smile that couldn't be seen better than crying, and said confidently: "If the rest of the raw materials you provide are of the quality of these psychic grasses, the undead slave I created can completely reach the combat power of the Blood Earl, or even stronger." ”

This is the confidence of a necromancer, and in this regard, no one of the seven billion people in the world has the authority of Hart.

"Yang, tell you a secret, as early as three hundred years ago, I once got the corpse of a peerless powerhouse, I think this time may be a chance for him to stand up again, you should also know that the real good goods must be refined with the best potions, and they can't be wasted."

"A peerless powerhouse? What was his position before his death? Su Yang said curiously, the corpse of a strong man who can be so treasured by Hart will definitely not be a nameless.

"Arthur!"

"No wonder, but the people of the British royal family saw that a certain Arthur was once refined into an undead slave by you, and you are not in a small trouble."

"Cut, I don't care what they think." Hart said dismissively.

"Whatever you want, tell me what raw materials you need, and I'll prepare them for you."

An hour later, standing in front of a mountain of rare raw materials, Hart's eyes lit up with excitement like never before.

"Yang, you are simply a miraculous being, these things cannot be manifested on this earth."

Su Yang shrugged his shoulders and said: "It seems that you are going to be busy for a while, and I will not delay your time, I will come to you every few days, you must hurry up and create an immortal slave." ”

Hartmo shook his fists and said, "Don't worry, now I'm starting to believe a little bit in your idea of destroying the Blood Clan, haha." ”

Leaving the "Cursed Lands." Su Yang went straight to the small town of Warwick, where he lived in England in his last life.