"Something that isn't normal? The three of them looked around, and Adam shouted.

"Something is wrong, there is something strange about Krejebi's death, that sword, Zhao Fukong's sword!"

Zhao Fukong's body has been torn apart, and this sword should have fallen to the ground, how could he assassinate Krejebi?

Adam snorted coldly, and the holy light was like a chain, conjuring a series of circles of light, and took it towards the black short sword clasp.

Perhaps sensing the danger, the sword suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the sword body trembled.

"Not good, beware."

"It's a mental shock!"

Linaya and the others only felt dizzy in their heads, the world was spinning, and they were so sad that they were about to vomit blood, and the short sword had turned into a black light, pointing directly at Adam.

"Whoever believes in me will be protected by me, saith the Lord!"

The white light was so thick that it was almost substantial, turning into a wall of light in front of Adam's body, and as soon as the black light approached, wisps of black smoke rose from it, and among them were countless abstract faces of the dead, and there were terrible screams.

"Wow"

Except for Adam and Enhleko, the others all rolled on the ground in pain, which was no less terrifying howl than the howl of the banshee, and Luo Yinglong and the others even felt that their souls were about to be torn apart by this scream.

"This can't be done, the resentful spirit power in this black sword is too powerful, and before you completely purify him, the spiritual storm generated will be enough to kill everyone."

Enleko frowned, and then, slowly seeping out of his skin, a thick black smoke gradually enveloped his body. In the smoke, Enleko slowly floated. His dark pupils became incomparably deep, and his expression was incomparably solemn. He was suspended there, as if he had existed between heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years. The black smoke turned into a robe and gently draped over Enhleko's body, like the entire night sky, bottomless and boundless. His hands, peeking out of the wide cuffs, were faintly visible in the smoke. But the fingers that stretched out from time to time in the smoke made people feel more like the claws of some kind of beast. The ordinary face was covered with a layer of gray shadows, which looked extremely weird, and the thick black smoke seemed to add a beard to him, making this young one look extraordinarily old. Moreover, the old age that is revealed is not the ordinary old state, but like the carved statues of the gods in the tomb of the king, it shows the feeling of passing through normal years and leaving the earth, belonging to the natural years between heaven and earth. An inhuman feeling.

From Enleko's mouth came a low, slow voice, which did not seem to be human at all, but when he heard it, it was as if everyone's souls were being sucked out at the same time. I was dazed, I didn't know where I was, and at the same time, the feeling of being tormented repeatedly by the screams of the soul subsided.

With the sound of this sound, Enleko stretched out his right hand forward, and as his right hand spread, thick black smoke gathered towards his palm. The smoke that slowly gathered seemed to turn into a solid body. Like a pitch-black cloud of mercury, slowly unfolding in the air, flowing in the air. The black mercury gradually stretched out, turning itself into an extremely slender black spear of nearly four meters.

The black dagger hissed as soon as the spear took shape, then suddenly vanished in place.

"Boom!"

The black spear in Enleko's hand raised a spear flower, and where the spear flower was, a black flame flickered.

Like a wounded person, this black short sword, after fighting with the black spear in Enleko's hand, made an ugly **, and then flew up like a bird, flying towards the distance, so fast that it was almost not under Luo Yinglong, who was flying with the edgeworth.

"Do you want to run?"

Enleko stretched his right arm lightly, threw it hard, and the spear in his hand flew out of his hand, like a black lightning bolt, piercing the sky, and disappeared, and everyone could only hear a muffled sound in the distance, like the sound of thunder rolling in the clouds.

"Click"

In the distance, a crack suddenly appeared, as if it was on the curtain of the sky, and a sharp blade was slashed, revealing a swarthy opening, which was incomparably deep and dark, making people feel as if their souls were about to be sucked into it just by looking at it.

"Come here, stand behind me." With a solemn look on his face, Enleko took two steps forward and walked in front of the crowd, he waved his hand, and a somewhat broken disc flew off Kobe Leo and landed in front of him.

"Is this ......" Adam gasped and quickly dodged.

"The power on that sword is terrifying, and after the impact with my dark dragon spear, it caused a dimensional storm." Enleko said loudly, and with the bronze disc as the center, a huge magical power stretched out and blocked in front of everyone.

It was a terrible sight like a glass as big as an ocean shattering, the sky shattered, the earth trembled, and a huge explosion lifted up an entire area of the earth, and then there were landslides, earth cracks, lava, fountains, as if a slash had been made on the surface of the whole world, and the whole piece of skin and the muscle meridians below were all ripped up, leaving a terrible wound.

Enleko snorted, and his face suddenly became very ugly:

"There is some trouble, this kind of destruction of Cheng dù has already hurt the root of this world, and the will of the whole world will begin to rebel against me, and this resistance will become stronger with the passage of time, I must hurry."

"What the hell is going on, isn't Zhao Fukong dead, why this sword?" Linaya couldn't help but say.

"Well, I don't know how much you know about puppetry." Enleko tilted his head slightly, thinking and explaining: "In the magical civilization, ** for those powerful spellcasters, it is just a container for the soul, as long as we want, we can extract the soul and inject it into a special container, the representative of which is the lich, they keep the soul fragments in the soul box, as long as the soul box is not destroyed, then no matter how many times they die, they will not really die." This method is autonomous, and the other way is passive, that is, the caster extracts part of other people's souls to transform, such as adding some prohibitions and the like, and then infuses them into some magic items as instrument spirits. He met a mage who had extremely high attainments in soul and magic, and his soul was extracted, and after transformation, he was injected into the black short sword, so although you killed him before, you only destroyed his **, and the soul in it entered the short sword, so strictly speaking, that short sword is the real body of Zhao Fukong, or the puppet called Zhao Fukong, it's a pity that we didn't get the short sword, otherwise I can know if this short sword is completely Zhao Fukong. ”

Enleko said and frowned, "This detailed explanation is too cumbersome, and we don't have that time, the most important thing now is that you know, where is that mage on the other side now?" ”

"You're going to find the mage?"

"Yes, only by defeating him can it be regarded as revenge for Kobe Leo." "I won't be able to stay in this plane for much, no more than a day, so I have to find him as much as I can. ”

"I think I know where he's going, our opponent will probably go to Gondor next, Master Enhleko, you can come with us."

"Okay, I'll make some preparations, and we'll be out immediately."

Enleko spoke, reciting the incantation again, then opened his hands to the sky, and above the high sky, there were suddenly hundreds of small green dots, streaked bright yellow-green flames in the air.

"Oh my God, it's ----------- hellfire!" Linaya exclaimed.

One after another, the fire meteors roared down, smashing out large craters several meters in the ground, and in each big pit, a huge skeleton giant with a height of more than three meters stood up, burning with flames all over his body. That's how Enhleko came to be known as the Necromantic King, his Hellfire Legion, a powerful undead legion of two or three hundred Hellfire skeletons.

Finally, Enhleko's hands swept through the air, and a carriage drawn by four burning skeletal giants appeared in front of everyone, and Enleko jumped up and said, "Lead the way." ”

At the same time, Chen Ping, who had entered the Issinger area, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Captain, what's wrong?" Zhu Wen asked.

"One of my toys was broken." Chen Ping snorted.

"I still seem to be underestimating you, little cubs of the Celestial Corps, it looks like I need to speed up."

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