After waiting for three days, Barto and Marx returned, looking at the two of them helplessly.

Barto's body, the lava body, was a little falling apart.

On Marx's body, the black mist has long dissipated, and on the bones and body, there is still a little red, and the smell of lava is always filled.

Seeing this, I know with all my heart that Barto and Marx had a fight on the road, and as for who won, it should be half a catty.

"Master, this is a ghost, a total of seven million, it should be enough." Barto was the first to speak, handing over a large pile of crystal balls.

Ignoring Bato, he looked at the crystal ball intently, the crystal ball the size of his palm was a little heavy in his hand, and when he shook it slightly, the crystal ball made a sound that he didn't dare to bear, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

The spirit invaded it, felt the ghost of the crazy wailing inside, and nodded wholeheartedly.

This kind of creature is only a second-level creature, and there are not enough of them, so it is useless at all.

Count, more than seven million, more than Barto said.

It seems that in the past three days, Barto has also worked very hard.

"Master, this is a resentful spirit, there are four million." Marx hurriedly stepped forward and handed over some crystal balls as well.

Compared to Bato's, he handed over more crystal balls, this is because the wraiths are third-level necromantic creatures.

The level is one level higher than that of the ghost, and the combat power and soul weight are also different, of course, in front of the whole heart, no matter how much, it is useless.

Glanced at it, threw it directly into the spiritual space, and waited for it to return to the Brilliant Continent, and then talk about anything else.

"Well, let's go, go find the surrounding Holy Rank, Bato, get into my pocket, Marx, restrain your breath, don't scare away my prey."

"Yes, great master."

"Yes, master."

Soon, Barto became smaller and obediently burrowed into Quanxin's pocket, while Marx pondered for a while, and the black fog outside his body dissipated, pretending to be a bone mage, and following Quanxin's side.

As for his demigod aura, it has long been hidden.

For a lich, saving one's life and hiding are the strongest.

Of course, after handing over the life box, the whole heart is his master, and even without the life box, the power of the supreme contract can directly destroy everything.

Changed to the west, about a thousand miles to the west, there was a saint-level death knight, which was one of the few saint-level creatures known to Marx.

Of course, this death knight is not small, but in front of Marx, nothing is enough.

When Quanxin and Marx quietly entered the territory of the Death Knight, and even found the Death Knight, he found nothing.

"You two, who are they!" Feeling the saint-level aura emanating from Quanxin's body, the Death Knight looked at Quanxin vigilantly.

A necromancer appeared in front of him, and he was still a saint-level existence, how do you look at this, how wrong is it.

And the bone mage beside him with all his heart, no matter how he looks at it, it is somewhat familiar.

"I'll kill you, otherwise, you're just a bunch of materials." I looked at the Death Knight's outfit, and I was a little moved.

The Death Knight, one of the Bone Knights of the Holy Rank, is considered a good combat power among the Holy Rank.

In terms of level, it ranks in the middle among the saint-level necromantic creatures, but in terms of speed, it can be ranked in the top ten.

Everything depends on the death war horse he sits, and the war horse is also a holy level, which is the same as the death knight level, because the two coexist.

A death knight is equivalent to two ordinary death creatures, and if this combat power is not strong, it will be too rubbish.

And the head in front of him, the whole body is as black as ink, and the light blue ghost fire is burning somewhere on the body, which adds to the domineering.

In the game of the previous life, in terms of domineering, of course, it was the bone dragon, and then it was super abomination, and after that, it was the death knight, especially the large-scale death knight, and there was nothing to resist the momentum of the charge.

The Necromancer, who is already fearless of death, can crush everything unless he encounters an army of machines or angels.

Even if the dragon is on the ground, it can only make a detour.

However, the premise of all this is that in terms of quantity, there is nothing powerful about it alone.

"Hmph, I think you're looking for death." When the Death Knight heard this, he was furious, and the blue ghost fire slowly turned red.

Riding on the death slash, with the pitch-black sword in his hand, he rushed directly towards the whole heart.

The speed is very fast, and in the Holy Level, this speed is already very good.

"Looking for death, I didn't even kneel." Seeing this, Marx made meritorious contributions and took direct action.

The demigod-level magic turned into a bone dungeon, trapping the death knight directly.

No matter how strong the power is, in front of the two great realms, it is not enough to see.

"You, you ......" pointed at Marx, and the Death Knight's soul trembled a little.

The coercion of the rank, the special nature of the lich, made him dare not say anything, and as for the whole heart, he did not dare even more.

I didn't see it, Marx was respectful.

Although the necromancer is stupid, it also depends on what level, the saint-level necromantic can already remember all kinds of things before death, and the wisdom will not be lower than that of humans, and even more and more intelligent as time goes by.

If the necromancers are also living beings, the Holy Rank is the wise among them.

"Sign a contract of servitude, give everything you have, obey my orders unconditionally, and I will spare you from death." Looking at the Death Knight, he said lightly.

As he spoke, he approached the bone prison.

Looking at the approach of the whole heart, the death knight struggled a little, and he was unwilling to become someone else's slave.

But, looking at the demigod-level aura and power behind the whole heart, in his memory, a name appeared, Marx, the demigod lich nearby.

The pretending demigod lich should be him.

Thinking about it, the Death Knight hadn't made up his mind yet.

"Three!"

"What are you going to do!" Hearing the heart speak, the Death Knight wanted to struggle.

"Two!"

The numbers are getting smaller and smaller, and by this time, the Death Knight already knows that when the number of words reaches one, he will be dead.

I didn't see Marx's body, the magic was working, and the attack was about to brew.

When I saw that I was about to speak again, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The death knight's heart struggled for a long time, and finally, he lowered his head.

The Death Warrior under his crotch knelt down with his hooves as if kneeling down to show submission.

"I'm willing to surrender." Lay down your weapons, drop everything, even the guardianship of your soul, it's turned on.

Look at the blue soul fire, it was the soul that belonged to the Death Knight.

As long as you sign a contract on it, or set up a magic ban, everything about the Death Knight is under control.

After thinking about it, let's use the contract, if the magic is forbidden, when you encounter a strong person, it will be erased, as for the contract, unless you give it up wholeheartedly, or if you meet the god of the contract, otherwise, it is unreliable.

"Take an oath, and from now on you will be my possession!"

"Yes, I'm Edward, from now on, that is, you, what's your name?" Death Knight Edward looked at Quanxin carefully.

Looking at it with his soul, his body didn't even dare to move, for fear that the lich next to him would make a move, looking at the almost frozen world, Edward's soul trembled.

"My name, with all heart, remember, your master, is called with all heart."

"Yes......"