(Thank you for flying to Yihong, Xiao Coco 11, and cherry778 for their pink~!) Thank you for the tip~! O(∩_∩)O~ O~ It's a pain in the house, really! This morning, the mother-in-law came all the way again, and then the house accompanied her during the day and chatted at night, and the time was not enough~! I'm going to make up the word tomorrow.,God.,Just look at me and I'm not pleasing to the eye~~~~~~~~~~~~~~)

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A familiar feeling of warmth came from somewhere in the distance, and the white light grew brighter and brighter, quickly spreading over the mountain.

All the skeletons were trembling, their joints rattling, as if they had been nailed to the ground, and they couldn't move.

Under the baptism of white light, the lowest-ranking skeleton soldier fell first, followed by the skeleton squad leader, the skeleton shooter......

Among the bones of Bai Sensen, only the skeleton mage in a black robe and holding a small wooden stick was still struggling to support it, but the soul fire in his eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer, and it was obvious that he was about to be unable to support it.

At that moment, a low, obscure chant brought up a black cloud that covered the sky, and the darkness quickly expelled the white light, enveloping the entire mountain.

The scattered bones stood up again, but they were not as neat as they had been before, some had one more bone on their bodies, some had fewer bones on their bodies, some had repeatedly, their legs had become one and the same as they had turned their arms upside down, and their bodies had moved forward, but their arms were swinging back and forth behind them......

All the skeletons gathered in the same place, guarding something layer by layer.

The skeleton archer and the skeleton mage were ready, the soul fire in their eyes stared at the place where the white light erupted, the scorching fireball hung on the top of the small wooden stick, and it could be swung out at will, and the arrows that flashed black light were placed on the bowstring, and the string was full.

In the space beneath the black clouds, there was a dead silence.

There were five people in ink-dyed clothes, and they were unfortunately shrouded in it.

Cold. It was dark, and the whole world seemed to lose color in an instant.

A qiē in front of the eyes. All with a strong smell of death.

In this small space, the undead are the only masters.

They cheered, they jumped, their souls excited, they throbbed, they sang.

Death Canopy!

At the very least, a third-level necromancer can cast it.

Judging by the speed at which it was released and the range covered by the Death Canopy, this necromancer was still at the third stage. However, it is infinitely close to the threshold of level four.

"Bastards of the Holy See, you have succeeded in provoking the shepherd of the undead, the great Nikelus!" The coldness with an angry roar was simultaneously translated by Hydra.

"Nickles. Do you think you're okay with this dirty, disgusting rat hiding here? You have to pay the price for what you have done! "The voice is a little old. Holy See? Is it the power cultivated by the Light Camp in the human world?

Hydra only translated two sentences at the same time, and then he was no longer impatient to do such a boring job, and watched with relish as the two men of the Holy See and the necromancer who occupied this mountain squirted each other fiercely, wasting countless saliva before putting it into action. The scene was extremely hot.

The necromancer seems to have a soft spot for skeletons, and with the skeletons of Bai Sensen in his hands, he is hard to scorch their bones with the holy light that can scorch their bones, and he is not afraid to kill.

The Skeleton Archer and Skeleton Mage hide behind and fire arrows to prevent fire. Carry out the sneak attack to the end.

Those who are entangled with them are acquaintances in front of them. It was the junior swordsman I had seen in the early years, who seemed to be named Kenn, a tiger dancing with a big sword in his hand, and his whole body was wrapped in misty white light, like a god of war falling from the sky, fighting with the evil skeleton to the end.

Behind Kenn, far away from him, was the old man who was scolding the necromancer, his hair was white, but his face was full of red light, and his expression was extremely solemn and holy, it was hard to imagine that the long list of scolding just now that he didn't fight was from the mouth of this old man who looked a little strict, although he couldn't understand what the long list was saying, he could guess through the tone of the voices on both sides and the changes in the feelings of the two parties, and it was definitely not complimenting each other.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, one hand on his chest, dragging a book flat, and the other hand holding a magic wand as white and flawless as the robe, on which was a milky white, egg-sized oval ball of light, shrouded in a soft halo.

A white holy light shot out from the magic wand and hit Ken's body, and Kenn in front of him, one person and one sword became more and more courageous, like a no-man's land, killing the skeletons that stood in the way, even in the death canopy, the ability of the undead creatures was greatly blessed, and the light attribute would be weakened by a certain amount of dù, but it still could not stop the footsteps of this junior sword master of the Holy See.

The two of them cooperated, slowly pushing forward, getting closer and closer to the necromancer who was surrounded by skeletons in the middle.

Under the clean-up of this battle and herd, the necromancer finally revealed his form.

This necromancer named Nickles had beautiful blue-gray hair, his eyes were the same color of silver gray, and his pale face was not half a point of grace, but had a cold and mysterious taste.

The magic wand in his hand is as deep as inky black, at the top, there are a few more phalanges, clutching a hexagonal black spar, every time the magic wand is waved, the black spar flashes with a mysterious ghostly light, and more skeletons are summoned from another dimension.

It's a battle of attrition!

It depends on whether the skeleton grinds the dead, or the man polishes the skeleton......

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The necromancer's "cannon fodder" seems to be endless, countless skeletons have been cut down, and countless "brand-new" skeletons have been filled in and joined the battle.

Whenever Kenn Swordsman showed a languid and tired look, or was struck by the magic cast by the necromancer, and his movements were sluggish or in a trance, the old man behind him would bless him with a holy light, and Kenn who was shrouded in holy light would be like a chicken blood......

Slashed down by the greatsword attached to the Holy Light, the skeletons could no longer stand up, and the effect of the Death Canopy on them was not enough for the necromancer to continue to support the precious mana, and the necromancer removed the Death Dome after weighing it.

The death canopy suddenly retreated, and the five people who were struggling to support themselves secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time swept away from this dangerous place, not wanting to stay for a moment longer.

The fighting on both sides continues.

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"Do you want to send the news back?" The captain of the scout team asked, his voice unwavering, calm, unimaginably calm.

Mo Dye Yi listened quietly on the side, although they "ran in" together for some time, but from the beginning to the present, they haven't said much, let alone communicate or anything, this very famous scout team, can be kept until now, the team members only lost one person, it is really a remarkable record, they have experienced life and death, they don't believe what they hear with their ears, they only believe what they see with their eyes.

What is the strength of the ink-dyed clothes, what she is good at, and what are her shortcomings, they don't need to listen, they just see for themselves.

For these four people, although they go in and out together, but Mo Dye Yi is still an "outsider", although they will rely on her in some aspects, but without her, they can do the same, but it is more tortuous and more time-consuming.

"The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits! It was the dark and thin middle-aged monk who spoke, he was the oldest in this team, and in the beginning, it was his experience and caution that they were able to gradually find a "way of life" that was most suitable for everyone.

With their merits, they would have been able to turn into relatively safe sword formation disciples a long time ago, but they didn't do that, and they still did the most dangerous tasks, stepping on the tip of the sword again and again, mixing a large number of pills, spirit stones, and equipment, and arming themselves step by step.

In this increasingly chaotic Minghuan Star, the only one who can be trusted is himself, and he only has superior strength.

"Forgot what we said? No more adventures! "The young monk, who has always spoken the least, has a childish face, but if you look closely, you can still see the faint fine lines on his forehead at the corners of his eyes.

"This time it's different!" The captain pursed his lips and seemed to be persistent.

She had always known that the captain was a very ambitious fellow, despite his coldness.

Everyone was silent, this was actually a big gamble, with their cultivation and identity, it was impossible to get through the regular way.

In fact, they have been groping for ways to leave Minghuanxing, and they have already spied on some ways, this is not an opportunity, do a lot of votes, once they succeed, they have the capital to leave, and they don't have to live this kind of fearful life.

Although the two people of the Holy See are fighting two against one, they have some confidence in the famous necromancer, just count how many Jindan Ancestors have been defeated in his hands, and know that the necromancer's ability is definitely not as simple as just summoning skeletons.

If both sides lose, it is better for them to choose this advantage than for the ancestors to choose the cheapest.

"Mo Daoyou, what do you think?" The captain squinted over and smashed the problem on the ink-dyed clothes.

Ink-dyed clothes are eager to ask.

Mind my birds?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were very strict and focused on her, he eased his mind and said softly: "I listen to everyone." ”

When it's time to load quail eggs, ink-dyed clothes never contain birds, especially early birds! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come (qidian.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )