A little light of life magic elements poured out of his hand.

Like a little spark, a powder keg was ignited in an instant.

Xu Zhi only felt a burst of warmth in his hand, and countless blazing white lights burst out.

It seems that someone is remotely controlled, casting spells with the help of his magical powers.

Extremely good at the Holy Word Technique and the Holy Singing Technique, Xu Zhi was too familiar with this kind of light.

But the white light was so rich and pure that Xu Zhi felt that the whole world had turned into a milky white color.

The power of this spell was also far superior to that of the Holy Word Technique and the Holy Singing Technique, and Xu Zhi had already heard Baron Fontagin's screams.

"Bright Divine Water, why can the divine gift of the Shrine of Life be hidden on parchment, and it can still exert this power."

"This must have been using the parchment scroll technology of the evil god's world."

"Old thief Ryan, I will eat your flesh and drink your blood, and I will surely turn you into a ghost and suffer the pain and torment of eternal life."

"Ah, my eyes, my body......"

In the white world, Baron Fontaquin's voice was gritted and he couldn't hear his previous promise to Mystrio.

It's just that the expedition of the big war began, and it encountered an accident.

This accident was a bit big, and Bai Mang lasted for a full six seconds before suddenly disappearing.

Patches of bone meal fell from the sky.

Feeling the numb body, Xu Zhi struggled to twist his stiff neck.

Borrowed by a curse, he became a magic vessel once.

There was not much mana left in the body of three hundred and five points.

If the mana is enough, Xu Zhi feels that Bai Mang will continue.

This white light did not damage him, but it brought a great sense of sluggishness, paralysis, and powerlessness, and he also fell into an extremely bad targeted combat state, which was difficult to tear off for a while.

Not far away, the golden carat had disappeared without a trace, apparently drilling back into the elemental realm.

This cargo is running fast.

Xu Zhi felt envious for a while.

Unleashing such a big thunder in the center of Baron Fontaquin's legion, he felt that he had run into a catastrophe and wanted to return to the elemental realm.

"How so?"

Eradorn, on one side, had a miserable green face, and he died before he could get out of the army, and Baron Fontaquin's victory in this bird's battle was about to be killed.

She looked at Baron Fontaquin, who was struck not far away with only a skull head, and the other party seemed to be crumbling and about to die, which made her heart flutter for a while.

The undead in a radius of several hundred meters were almost all dead, leaving only a few undead generals and some high-level creatures gasping.

This is a wonderful opportunity to take out Baron Fontaquin.

With a mending knife in hand, Eradorn sensed that Baron Fontaquin might be resurrected.

But that's about it.

After that, he needs to bear the revenge of Baron Fontaquin, and he needs to escape from this circle of the dead that stretches for an unknown number of kilometers.

There was no war with Shanon yet, and Arbero was not in conflict with Corisson, so there was no benefit to killing Baron Fontaquin, only Baron Fontaquin's hostility towards Arbero.

Eradorn touched the potions and scrolls in her pocket, her mind a little confused.

The opportunity came well, but it didn't come to the showdown.

But this disaster seems to have been caused by Xu Zhi, if Baron Fontaquin is let go for the time being, will the other party kill their lucky trio after a little recovery.

Or, sell it for treatment.

But how does a druid heal the undead?

An accident seems to have completely disrupted the previous arrangement.

Eradorn's expression was extremely ambivalent.

It took two or three seconds before she let out a loud 'ahh

"Oh my God, what a fierce light, what's going on? What's going on here? Did the people from the Holy See call? ”

Eladoorn's pompous performance made Baron Fontaquin come back to his senses a little.

The soul fire in his eyes turned, and countless black lights shrouded the skull's head.

The bodies of several undead generals in the form of death knights began to tremble, and a cloud of black smoke began to burn in their bodies.

As the black smoke merged into Baron Fontaquin's black light, it burned out, and their bodies drifted away like ash.

"Well done."

"You're doing a great job."

Baron Fontaquin's voice in the black smoke was like a resentful spirit, which made Xu Zhi worry for a while, and he tried to look at Eradorn, hoping that the old druid would push him a few times and get him back to the elemental realm.

In his perception, Xu Zhi felt that he didn't even have the strength to smash the special contract, and the whole person seemed to be sealed.

Above the panel, his body was in an unknown state.

？？ : The Light Divine Water is washing your body and soul, removing the obscure dust, the effect is unknown, duration: ?

There is no harm, and literally, there seems to be a benefit.

But he is not an ordinary creature, and as a god-forsaken body, it is difficult for him to instill such things in his body, unless there are rules involved......

As soon as a thought flashed through Xu Zhi's head, the panel in his perception staggered and began to twist and rotate.

"Oh no, it really has something to do with these things."

"Your Excellency, you did a good job, let me avoid Rien's back move, he can actually use the light divine water of the Shrine of Life, damn it, if he doesn't die, wouldn't I be killed by him."

Baron Fontaquin's voice interrupted Xu Zhi's thoughts, and when the black light contracted, his body reappeared.

The slender bones still prove his fragility at this time, and the magic surging around him reflects his strength.

His body was nearly destroyed, but Baron Fontaquin's magic remained.

For the undead, as long as the soul is not destroyed, the body is not completely destroyed, and the tinkering can make do with life, it is not even necessary to resurrect the immortal.

Baron von Takin apparently had no such intentions.

His words made Xu Zhi breathe a sigh of relief, Baron Fontaquin should not kill him, Xu Zhi turned to pay attention to the state of his body.

The Divine Water of Light, which is a product of the Shrine of Life, is controlled by the Holy See of Light.

It's something of a derivative of the gods.

Prompted by Baron Fontaquin, Xu Zhi already knew the ins and outs.

This was the first time he had encountered the divine gift of the Shrine of Life.

The Divine Water of Light seemed to penetrate into the body from the palm of the hand.

Thinking of the power of this divine feed to explode and destroy the undead, Xu Zhi's heart palpitated for a while, and he didn't know what problems would be caused by the divine feed entering his body.

His body didn't need this unknown wash, and his soul was intact and didn't need any transformation.

Between the turns of his thoughts, Xu Zhi sensed the invasion and rejection in his body.

The regular formation panel kept turning, and Xu Zhi could sense that it seemed to envelop a little bright light.

That was the Divine Water of Light that entered his body, and it was also the source of his power.

It chose to compromise when faced with the Altar of Death's endless rules of death, but in the face of the rootless product of the Divine Water of Light, it appeared to be at ease.

Xu Zhi felt like analyzing, analyzing, and understanding.

There are few things that the panel can't recognize, and this seems to be some kind of active learning, just like Xu Zhi's growing insight and cognition.

After a long time, it seemed to have no interest in the Divine Water of Light.

A drop of liquid repelled out.

Xu Zhi's body perception also began to return to normal.

He slowly spread out his palms.

I saw a drop of transparent liquid in the palm of my hand.

"It smells like Bright Divine Water, but I remember that Bright Divine Water is white."

"This must be inseparable from the Divine Water of Light, how did Ryan use the divine gift?"

Baron Fontaquin had a lot of knowledge, and when Xu Zhi opened his palm, he glanced over.

Looking at the drop of liquid in Xu Zhi's hand, the thoughts in his mind flipped over, and it was difficult to understand for a moment how Pope Rien had created this kind of large-scale killing weapon specifically aimed at the undead.

He looked at the capital city of Ryros in the distance, and for the first time felt that his large army of undead was unreliable.