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Chapter 179: Cunning Dry Bones

The bald strong lord Tahira had a bad head, and was instigated by others to be used as a gunman, and he didn't know what the scraps of iron that everyone came to snatch were of any use, and he couldn't withstand the provocation of others, so he rushed in while the commotion was boring.

Flashing to the volcanic basin and not seeing the other lords show up, Zahira had a feeling that he could be fooled, and if he could go back at this time, he was afraid that he would become a joke in the dark swamp and a duck to be driven to the shelves.

Zasila has the terrifying strength equivalent to the early stage of the God of War and the ninth level of demonic beasts, for the Dry Bone King, Zasila has not heard much, but he is not afraid, relying on the golden spider silk glove that is not afraid of magic attacks and is extremely tenacious from a ruin, he feels that he is definitely qualified to compete with the Dry Bone King, and maybe he can also move his territory from the barren black sand to the relatively prosperous ruins.

Dry bones shouted angrily, Zasila was suddenly startled, he was not bright, but he was not an idiot, he only felt a fierce momentum wrapped in the hot air flow of moxibustion, his eyes were surrounded by the red fire shadow of moxibustion, and the exposed skin was as painful as ten thousand needles, and he removed the hammer and slammed it out vigorously without thinking about it.

The iron rod wrapped in metal was covered with sharp and terrifying spikes, and with a violent swing, Zahira swung violently, and the air was filled with several screams, and the air rippled like the surface of the water that had been vigorously driven.

"I can't help myself. The Dry Bone King snorted coldly.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Several crashes resounded in the air, and Zasila felt that he had hit the ancient bronze statue in the ruins, and with his terrifying power that could open mountains and crack the ground, he felt a tingling in his wrist, and countless sparks exploded in front of his eyes.

"Phew!"

I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder, but Zasila hadn't seen the true body of the dry bones, and his right arm was cut off by a sharp edge, and the severed arm that was swinging with great force was thrown into the night sky with countless spikes and broken maces under the force of inertia.

"Whew!" Zahira hissed in pain, his body shrank suddenly, and with a kick under his feet, the ground cracked directly, and his huge body was thrown back, no slower than the dry bones that had rushed out before, and sprinkled a rain of blood.

As soon as the dry bones come out, the high and low judgments are made, even if they are of the same level, the gap between the initial stage and the peak is also very large.

Zasila was hit by a dry bone, and in the blink of an eye, he injured an arm, which greatly reduced his strength for a physical attack.

A tumbling fell on a stone pillar hundreds of meters away, Tahira let out an angry roar, but he didn't dare to go over, and the blood fountain that was originally spurting out from the severed arm stopped, and he didn't know what method he used.

Dry bones did not catch up, in order to restrain a strong enemy in the shortest possible time, he stubbornly withstood Zashera's huge attack, fire magic invasion and physical attack were used together, and the sharp fingers condensed by metal cut off Zashera's right arm, seriously injuring Zasila in an instant. And a row of shallow pits appeared on his body where it had been hit by the force of the mace, and the resonance of his body was caused by it and the tremor hummed, and his soul responded to this tremor at a subtle and uncontrollable frequency.

The mind and mind were united, and the dry bones' spiritual power instantly returned to normal, and he looked up at the south, ignoring the fierce fighting between the dozens of people under his command and the incoming offenders.

The battle of those dozens of people has spread from the basin to the volcano, after the appearance of the dry bones, the dozens of other lords who came to attack the battlefield are interested in leading the battlefield away from the side of the dry bone king, the higher the rank, the greater the distance between the strength of different ranks, the dry bones can instantly and severely damage Zasila, they are by no means a unified enemy.

It's not that the dry bones don't care about the life and death of his subordinates, but at this time, he can't be distracted, and the master makes a move, just like he attacked Zahira just now, and winning or losing is often in an instant.

"This is the King of Dry Bones? Is this still called Dry Bone?"

The dry bones restrained the figure, and dozens of doppelganger-like afterimages disappeared, Li Junshan clearly saw his appearance, but he was stunned for a while.

The original moxibustion red body surface dimmed and turned black, it was a pure black, even if the feet of the dry bones were surging and surging magma, his dark and smooth body surface could not reflect a trace of fire.

His face was a flat plate, only a hole was exposed at the mouth of his mouth, and fiery red demonic flames danced in the black holes of his two eye sockets. The body is not the skeleton of Li Junshan's imagination, the body of the dry bones is straight like a metal statue cast from steel, only the joints are faintly exposed to the white bones with golden light, revealing desolate and simple, pure and hard.

"Barto the Demon, Fallen Shadow Fiend, Troll Sil, Berserker Ared"

Dry bones made a metallic low synthesized sound, and as he watched the lords who appeared in front of him slowly read out their names, there was no joy or anger in his solemn voice.

Demon Bato's strong body stood on the ground to the north, expressionless. There was a shadow floating in the air not far from his west, and Li Junshan could vaguely see that the shadow was rotting all over its body, dragging a strange and disgusting phantom line, which reminded him of the Dementors in the Harry Potter movies he had seen in his previous life.

This shadow is naturally the Fallen Shadow Demon, he has a powerful spiritual attack and the strange magic that controls the shadow, and is immune to almost all dark magic, but he is not an undead, and belongs to a special life unique to the dark swamp,

To the south of the fallen shadow demon stood a tall figure, a large body one size larger than the demon Bato and the wounded Zasila, more than five meters straight as a stone pillar, it was none other than the troll Sil.

As if he were hunched on his body, Troll Sil's shoulders were lowered forward, his long, powerful arms almost touching the ground, and his skin was like the black moss that could be found everywhere in the dark swamps. Two long pointed ears poked out of the iron-gray hair on his head, and two fangs poked out of the giant mouth in the hideous and terrifying face.

I don't know which race the troll crossed, but he is only proud of the troll blood in his body, and his great strength and agility have made the troll clan not decline for thousands of years, but even stronger. Troll Sil is the leader of the troll's generation, and he is also the lord of the Dark Jungle territory, which is equivalent to the strength of the middle stage of the god of war.

Not far to the east of the troll Sil, there stood a big man more than two meters tall, because his back was to Li Junshan, the latter couldn't see his face clearly, only to feel that his strong body burst out with a fierce and terrifying battle intent. The strong and undisguised battle intent was like a dazzling red sun in the dark night, exuding a scorching temperature.

Berserk Demon Ared, this hybrid creature with dozens of bloodlines such as trolls, ogres, bear goblins, orcs mastiffs, etc., has a bloodthirsty belligerence that even they can't control, they spend every day in killing, if there is no opponent, they can't press and control the burning war spirit, and even lose their minds to challenge their own people and relatives, blood and battle are the main theme of their survival.

Dry Bones called six names in a row, each name representing a lord of the Dark Swamp, almost all of them were equivalent to the strength of the God of War and the Law God and the ninth-level Demonic Beast.

Li Junshan gathered his breath and lay quietly on his back in the trench, squinting his eyes at those lords from afar, but he didn't hear the Dry Bone King shout the names of Dreadwalker and Somani, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Somani, since they are all here, they are not afraid of losing your identity by hiding and concealing, Bato Shadow Demon has all appeared, and now you want to pick up the bargain on the side with your identity?"

"Ho-ho. There was a burst of laughter in the northern sky, an indescribable strange oppression, and then, a cloud of mist floating with colorful light floated straight like a cloud, but there was no momentum of a strong man, which made people feel relaxed and beautiful at first glance.

Behind the clouds was a lion more than six meters in size, covered with long golden hair, a pair of golden eyes full of rage and ferocity written on its hideous face, and black smoke and sparks emitted from its mouth and nose with its breath. A strong man who was four meters tall and had a face close to that of a minotaur had two bone spurs on his back, his whole body was covered in silver armor, and he was holding a spear, and the violence exuded from his body was no less than that of the demonic beast mount under his crotch.

Dark Raging Fire Lion, an eighth-level fire-based demonic beast, it is the Bull Demon Armorer that Asmore once said to Li Junshan, this offspring born of a cross between a minotaur and a demon warrior, with extremely strong physical attacks, and at the same time has an amazing recovery ability, but it is the most powerful cadre under Somani, with the strength of the early stage of the God of War.

The Raging Fire Lion was not a wind-based demonic beast, and it was wrapped in a cyan mist under its body that could not fly, but it was Somani who separated the wind-type primordial spirit to hold up its huge body.

"Is this Somani?" Li Junshan couldn't help but widen his eyes to see, and suddenly noticed something unusual, his eyes rolled, and he looked at the southern sky.

A huge black shadow flew from the sky, and with the sound of the whistling wind, it reached the basin in an instant, but it was a real black dragon, just like the black dragon he saw in the desert north of Wind and Fire Town, but this one was more powerful and powerful.

"No one?" Li Junshan couldn't help but widen his eyes to see, the black dragon's back was empty, as it flapped its wings and spun around in the sky, Li Junshan almost looked at its whole body, but still didn't see the dreadwalker.

"Can fear also be invisible?" Li Junshan thought to himself, and heard the voice of the Dry Bone King.

"Razifi came, and he still shrank his head in fear, and it was ridiculous that such a guts was still listed as the strongest in the Dark Swamp. ”

"Roar!" The black dragon named Raqifei apparently understood the words of the Dry Bone King, and let out an angry dragon roar in the air, hovering high in the air but not falling down the Taoist temple.

"Everybody wants this. Ignoring the black dragon's roar, the dry bones stretched out their iron arms to reveal the fragments of iron pinched in the palm of their palms, and said solemnly, "I can tell you the secret of this fragment of iron, and if you have it, you may be able to squeeze into the Sanctuary or the Ruler Rank." ”

In the frenzied gaze of everyone, the dry bones were thrown directly, and the fragments of iron swept through a black light and flew straight towards Somani.

Somani obviously didn't expect this scene in front of him, he came to the remnant iron piece, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to get, so without thinking, he separated part of the Yuan Spirit and wrapped the remnant iron piece and pulled it back.

"Boom", "Whoa", "Whoosh", "Whoosh"

The Bone King, the Wounded Zasheira, the Demon Barto, the Fallen Shadow Fiend, the Troll Sil, and the Berserker Ared

Eight lords, eight powerhouses ranging from the early stage of the God of War to the peak of the God of War, all of them shot at Somani in mid-air with their strongest attack power.

Several earth-shattering loud noises were mixed with an earth-shattering dragon roar from the black dragon Laqifei.

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