The middle-aged woman named Pei Dai seemed to see a life-saving straw, and immediately took the soul grass and handed it to the boy. The boy who had a calm face suddenly resisted, and seemed to be very resistant to the soul grass.

"Xiaoshi, you can get better after eating this." Pei Dai restrained the boy's hands and forcibly shoved the soul grass into his mouth.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes exuded a green-black aura, his mouth grew very large, and countless resentful spirits seemed to float out of his mouth, and the entrance of the soul grass melted, reflecting the blood on the boy's body, and showing a faint luster.

Luo Yan showed a hint of doubt, and then opened the golden pupil to check, only to see that there was a lot of chaotic aura around the boy that was constantly being expelled, and a wisp of dark blue aura behind the boy was slowly approaching the boy.

At the moment when the dark blue aura possessed his body, the boy's whole body fell down.

The faint blue breath, I seem to have seen it in Pei Yan's body before, this should be the soul. Could it be that the souls of the villagers in Ice Dragon Village have left their bodies, and if so, then their behavior can be explained.

Luo Yan then moved the golden pupil to the player's body, and after confirming his identity, Luo Yan still did not plan to appear first, but continued to wait and see.

"Warrior, my Xiaoshi should be fine, but this village is ......," Pei Dai said, and lowered his head here, as if he was a little choked.

"I know that the enemy we are facing is indeed too strong, but I just want our village to return to its former state, please, please save us!" Pei Dai grabbed the player's arm and pleaded incessantly.

There was a slight flicker in the player's eyes, and he slowly let go of Pei Dai's hand and said, "I'll do my best." ”

After speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but at this time, a figure suddenly appeared at the door. Half-exposed, skinny, with a face as if anorexic, sunken eyes, strange lines drawn on his face, and a dead wooden cane in his hand, the top of which was a skull with a ghostly glow.

It's the necrophile that Luo Yan saw before!

This man is here too? This matter may not be so simple, Luo Yan muttered to himself, and then took two steps back, hiding his aura a little more.

"It's just your family, don't struggle, you can't fight me." The voice of the necrophil maniac has a feeling that he is about to die after speaking, even if it seems to be so weak, but this person's strength is not easy to underestimate.

"Necrophil, do you think you're sure you'll be able to beat me?" The robed player replied.

The necrophil glanced at the other with his white-eyed eyes, coughed twice, and then waved his staff, and two skeleton corpses suddenly crawled on the ground.

The robe-clad player's breath sank, and the next second was a swift wind step, and he bypassed the two skeleton soldiers in a single swing, and came directly to the front of the corpse maniac, and the full moon scimitar slashed straight at his neck.

There was no change in the expression on the Necrophil's face, only to see a glimmer of light on his staff, and his figure disappeared in place, and what appeared in front of the robe player was a skeleton summoned by the Necrophil.

It can swap places with summons, and this profession really has a lot of potential. Luo Yan thought to himself, and then continued to observe.

The robed player did not stop attacking, and the double knife stance activated, slashing through a piece of knife light, one skeleton fell instantly, and the other was also broken up by one of its horizontal slashes.

In the next second, the speed of the robe player rose again, and once again approached the front of the necrophile, the necrophil staff rose again, and under the ground, four more skeleton corpses were standing.

The robed player's expression was a little stunned, and he slashed a skeleton and moved three steps back.

"Do you know where Ice Dragon Village used to be?" The necrophil asked indifferently.

"I'm only responsible for killing you, and I don't need to know about that." The robe player shook the scimitar and stepped forward again, that is, the moment the necrophil raised his staff, the four-in-a-row move was used, directly skipping the skeleton in front of him, and the knife shadow came to the necrophile's head.

The necrophile's blood volume immediately began to decline rapidly, but the necrophil had no intention of running, but chanted on the spot, the spell on his face rose again, and the green eyes of the surrounding skeletons burst out with light, and the next second, these lights entered the necrophil's body together.

The amount of blood consumed by the original set of four consecutive blows was restored by the necrophiliac this time.

"In this frozen underground, the bodies of thousands of soldiers are buried, and they have been preserved intact, this is really a land set up for me. You may not have figured it out, but in a place like this, I'm like a god. There was a hint of disdain in the necrophile's eyes, and this time the staff was raised again, and another skeleton turned into a ghostly light and entered its body, but this time it was the blue amount of the necrophil that recovered.

As long as there are corpses around, the necrophil will be able to have a steady stream of combat power, and these skeletons will not only fight, but also heal back to blue, helping the necrophil resist attacks.

However, the robe player did not give corresponding feedback, and did not show the surprised expression that the necrophil was expecting, which made him a little dissatisfied.

The robed player rushed forward again, still aiming at the necrophil's neck. The necrophil seemed to be a little tired, snorted coldly, and slammed the staff to the ground, and suddenly the ground began to shake, and the lamentations of resentful spirits scattered in all directions, and around the necrophiliac, a total of eight carrion corpses stood up, these carrion corpses were no better than skeletons, and even kept intact armor, and they also held corresponding weapons in their hands, but they also had green light in their eyes.

Oh no, I'm afraid Wange won't be able to beat it.

Luo Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, as the necrophil said, he was a god-like existence in such a realm, and the reason was that the strength of the necromantic unit he summoned now was not determined by the necrophil, but by the ability of this necromantic unit before his death.

You must know that this is a burial ground left by the ancient battlefield, and the strength of these necromantic units is immeasurable.

One of the spearmen who took the lead roared angrily, the gloom in his eyes was even better, and a strong wind swept through with a slash, and a gust of air brought up, directly splitting the rushing Wange out.

Wan Ge landed on the ground and rolled, falling into a brief stiffness, and her blood volume was below half of it, and she directly threw away the heavy robe, revealing the original equipment and clothing. In the cold and solemn expression, Luo Yan could not see a trace of fear, even if Wan Ge knew that he was invincible, he was still not at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

However, the necromantic unit does not eat the momentum, in their eyes, only killing is meaningful, and the eight carrion soldiers rushed towards Wan Ge in unison, and the huge momentum even caused cracks in the houses on the side.

It was at this moment that Luo Yan finally made a move, and the most important reason why he made a move at this moment was that even if the eight carrion soldiers had a certain ability to attack independently, the attack command must be imposed by the necrophiliacs, so at the moment when the eight carrion soldiers attacked, it was also the moment when the necrophiliacs' minds were most scattered, and there were no protective measures around them. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapters of "Divine Shadow Heavenly Machine Claw Book House" for free for the first time.