"Hmph, what a guy who doesn't have a long memory......" Chonghai sneered, "Forgot that physical attacks didn't work against me?" Even if I let you stab you—"

"Bang!"

The lifeless Fallen Star Spear pierced through the dark shadow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Wow!" The black shadow Chonghai screamed miserably.

The originally rich dead aura next to the black shadow also became lighter. And where the heavy gun fell, there was a huge hole that could not be healed.

"How, how?" Chonghai is unbelievable!

He's a necromancy, an immortal necromancy! Unless there is a special way, it is impossible for a normal physical attack to damage his true body at all.

Chonghai looked at Chongxiao tremblingly, but found that the latter had a low head, and his body was constantly exuding a suppressed black aura.

"You can control the death qi too?" Chonghai said in surprise.

"No, it can't be! How can you possibly control the dead air? I must have been hallucinating, it was all a delusion! Chonghai said a little crazy.

I think he was betrayed by his relatives and friends when he was on a mission, and he was seriously injured and near death. The aura pool in his body gradually filled with a black aura of death, entangling him.

It was like the claws of death, grabbing his throat and making it difficult for him to breathe.

The silence, the suppressed pain of despair, spread through his body. That kind of pain, the destruction of the soul, is simply not something that ordinary people can endure!

And Chonghai's hatred for his friend continued to support him, until the death qi assimilated all the cultivation aura in his body, and he finally got a new life!

But this is only the beginning of the nightmare, the new life makes him unable to cultivate death qi, and in order to survive, he can only prey on and devour the "lonely souls and wild ghosts" that exist with him.

Devouring these lonely spirits can gain the dead energy in their bodies, and the price - to inherit their painful grievances and live in pain.

After devouring enough lonely souls and wild ghosts, he was successfully promoted to the rank of necromancy, and he was also actively recruited by a mysterious organization called the "Necronomicon", and obtained the practice of cultivating death qi.

After that, Chonghai killed his friend who betrayed him and took revenge. But his whole person has also changed.

Perhaps, some cultivators think that it is a supreme honor to be able to become a necromancy, but what does the devil know when a person becomes an unnecromancer?

Eat one's heart out! Endless jealousy!

Chonghai stared at Chongxiao, what kind of pain he had experienced before he became a member of the necromantic group.

He Chongxiao was only injured a little, and he was able to control the death qi? No kidding!

"Die!" Chonghai roared.

"Shadow Tornado!"

Chonghai exerted all his strength, and the shadows of the entire underground area were pulled away, combined with the dead air, and turned into a shadow tornado that was several times more violent than before.

Without the cover of shadows, the entire underground area seems to be illuminated by the polar day, which is extremely dazzling.

"Go!"

The Shadow Tornado roared, swirling with a monstrous shadow wind, crushing towards the sky.

Chongxiao didn't dodge this time, the tip of the gun gathered majestic dead air, unhurried, and slowly stabbed towards the shadow tornado-

"Dead air guns."

A simple shot, but it contains incredible horror power.

When the ferocious Shadow Tornado touched the tip of the spear, it instantly withered.

"What?" Heavy sea was shocked.

One shot!

"Bang!"

The black shadow Chonghai seemed to have been caught by the entity, and was nailed to the wall by Chongxiao's shot, and the black shadow slowly dissipated like quicksand.

"Why, why is this happening?" Chonghai's voice became very weak, and it was obvious that Chongxiao's shot had really hurt him.

Chongxiao didn't do anything, and just one shot actually broke his mad shadow tornado?

You must know that even if he is a powerhouse of the Nine Layers of the Soul Realm, he will be seriously injured. Moreover, he once used the help of this trick to kill a powerhouse in the Tongming Realm.

But now it has been easily cracked by Chongxiao......

There is no other reason than the mysterious dead air.

"Impossible! You've really mastered the dead air...... Why is this happening? Unless the Heavenly Beings are born and live spirits, the words ......"

Chonghai was stunned, he seemed to remember something.

"Necromancy will ...... Heavy Pulse ...... I know! A trace of consternation and jealousy flashed in Chonghai's eyes.

"No wonder that stinky old man in Chonghai is willing to hand over the Arcana Night Pearl to you, I see, now I understand...... Damn, I should have noticed this a long time ago! ”

"Ahem...... If I had done it to your waste earlier, the entire Xuan Layer would have been ordered by me, ahhh Chonghai roared.

But this time, the necromancer didn't help him, as he died at the hands of Chongxiao, who was also a necromancer.

With the dissipation of his last black shadow true body, Chonghai was completely dead.

"Ah~"

Although Chonghai died, Chongxiao was still suffering from the pain of being entangled in death.

He knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming in pain.

In Chongxiao's mind at this moment, he was in a gray and bleak wilderness cemetery.

There were bursts of ghost crying and wailing around, and terrible ghosts were surging towards Chongxiao from all directions, and the sharp howls made Chongxiao have a splitting headache.

"Xiao'er?"

Ju Shulan, who took the dew of Baiyuan, recovered from her injuries, and when she woke up, she found that Chonghai was gone, and Chongxiao fell to the ground in pain.

She hurriedly ran up to help Chongxiao—

"Humph!"

Chongxiao shook off Ju Shulan, and the falling star spear in his hand pointed at Ju Shulan obliquely.

Ju Shulan was startled at first, and then found that Chongxiao's face was like a variety of faces, sometimes painful, sometimes evil, and sometimes angry......

Dead Qi often contains all negative energy, and the undead spirits who cultivate Dead Qi often have a drastic change in temperament.

Chongxiao is now under the influence of death qi.

But Ju Shulan didn't know this, after she woke up, she saw that Chonghai was gone, and Chongxiao was holding her head and shrinking to the ground in pain, she thought that Chonghai's mysterious black shadow had invaded Chongxiao's body.

Looking at the Falling Star Spear pointed obliquely at Chongxiao, Ju Shulan straightened up and stepped forward-

"You're not my Xiao'er!"

Ju Shulan shook her head slightly, "My Xiao'er will never face each other with a sword against a loved one!" ”

Chongxiao's body shook suddenly, and his body trembled and took a step back, "You, don't get close to me......"

Ju Shulan didn't seem to hear Chongxiao's words, and continued to step forward, the jade throat was already on the tip of the falling star spear, and a trace of red blood flowed from her jade throat.

Her face remained unchanged, and she said in a straight voice: "My Xiao'er will never hurt me." If you weren't Xiao'er, you'd kill me now!" ”

"Either kill me now, or get out of my body!" Ju Shulan shouted.

"Bang." The Fallen Star Spear in Chongxiao's hand fell to the ground.

"Ah~"

In Chongxiao's mind, he was surrounded by a group of ghostly dead spirits, and the mournful wails continued to stimulate him, and at this moment, a soft light suddenly appeared in front of him.

The bright light dispelled these ghosts and dead spirits, and slowly enveloped Chongxiao......

The painful feeling dissipated as soon as it dissipated.

The feeling of warmth, like a baby lying in its mother's swaddling clothes, is especially comfortable.

The dead air that haunted Chongxiao gradually receded......

When Chongxiao opened his eyes again, he saw himself lying on Ju Shulan's warm knees.

The mother's pale face looked at herself very anxiously.

"Mother......" Chongxiao smiled at Ju Shulan, a warm smile. (To be continued.) )