Although the health of the Death Prophet dropped slowly, it eventually reached 20,000. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no ultimate.

There are no variables.

As the health of the Death Prophet gradually decreased, all of Qin Xiaonian's worries vanished.

Seeing that the Death Prophet was still struggling weakly, and watching its health value get closer to the bottom line little by little, Qin Xiaonian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not just him, everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

The battle had been going on for five hours, a long battle, extreme endurance, and now it was finally time to reap the fruits of victory.

Everyone's heart is filled with excitement and joy.

Only what you have worked hard to earn will feel so precious.

Only hard battles can glory be so wonderful.

3000。

2000。

1000。

With a terrible scream from the Prophet of Death, the battle was finally over.

Poof!

With the death of the Prophet of Death, I don't know who took the lead first, and several people, without a single case, fell limply to the ground.

It was so hard to win, but it was won in the end.

The clouds that covered the sky did not brew into a thunderstorm, which made the dry desert white happy.

This is the 40th floor, after breaking through this layer, it's time to change to a new map, I don't know what monsters are going to appear, I don't know what the boss of the 50th floor is like, Qin Xiaonian thought.

However, the accident appeared suddenly.

After waiting for a long time, the map did not start to switch.

It's still a dry desert, it's still a gloomy day.

What's going on?

The Prophet of Death is dead, why hasn't he cleared it?

Glancing at the system diary, Qin Xiaonian's hairs stood up instantly.

"Hurry up, get ready to fight, the Prophet of Death is not dead!" The voice, with its poignant intensity, sounded the alarm.

Pushing their tired bodies up from the ground, several people looked at the corpse of the Prophet of Death in the distance.

Quietly, the corpse was there, motionless, but revealing strangeness.

A dead breath, spilling from the corpse of the Prophet of Death, slowly rose and fluttered, merging into the clouds.

A muffled thunder suddenly exploded, and the torrential rain was just like a splash in an instant.

There was another thunderbolt, and the body of the Prophet of Death shook violently.

“+100000”！

Terrifying numbers burst out of the body of the Death Prophet, and then, with a shrill hiss, the Death Prophet stood up again.

Lakh!

Recovered 100,000 HP!

Looking at the resurrected Prophet of Death, Qin Xiaonian's face was full of bitterness.

Defeated, this time it's really defeated.

Not defeated by the Prophet of Death.

Instead, he lost to the designer of the pit daddy.

The only purpose of the existence of the Death Prophet is to attack the player and abuse the player.

Think of the skills of the Death Prophet.

It's hard to persevere from the group blows of the Black Death Light Wave and the Death Aura, but you have to face a boss who is full of milk and can add blood to yourself.

Desperately persevering, exhausting his energy to fight, he finally eliminated the Death Prophet.

You thought it was over?

No!

People will be resurrected, and a resurrection will directly restore 50% of health.

How to fight?

There is no other way but to throw in the towel.

"How much blue do you have?" Although there is basically no hope, Qin Xiaonian still wants to fight, but he is still unwilling to give up, if the logistics can keep up, 200,000 will be worn out, and 100,000 will no longer be difficult, it is just a matter of time.

Unfortunately, despite the unwillingness to believe it, the brutal truth is still there.

The protracted battle just now has exhausted everyone's medicines, and there are only two or three bottles of medicine left, which can't last that long.

"Forget it, we've done our best, this boss is too strong, it's not something that can be fought now." Tiger Niu comforted.

Qin Xiaonian clapped his hands and drew everyone's attention.

"Even if it is death, we must die with dignity. Axe, go up, open the monster! ”

"My big axe is already hungry and thirsty!"

Eating an axe, he laughed and rushed forward with the axe.

The aura of death came as scheduled, and landed on the body of the person who ate my axe.

The holy light descended from the sky, and the healing aura was unwilling to follow, and it also appeared on the body of the eater of an axe.

A heavy axe slashed at the Death Prophet, forcibly taking away 1 health.

The Death Prophet's counterattack erupted in an instant.

“-248”，“-247”，“-229”。

The big meat shield is so strong, and the damage of more than 400 points on others is not even 250 when it comes to eating an axe.

It's a pity that even if you can withstand an ordinary attack, it's useless, as long as a black death light wave, you can instantly kill half of the health of an axe.

Hey?

Wrong!

This guy has been blaming me for a long time, why didn't the Death Prophet cast the Black Death Light Wave?

Moreover, not only did he not cast the Black Death Light Wave, but he also did not cast the recovery skill.

Could it be said?

A thought surged into Qin Xiaonian's heart, like a flame, quickly burning into a prairie fire.

Resisting the urge to shout, Qin Xiaonian's voice trembled a little: "This guy has no magic, its resurrection technique only restores health, not mana!" ”

It's like pouring a scoop of water into a pan of oil, and the excitement is instantly contagious.

Since there is hope for victory, there is naturally no need to send it to death.

"Tiger girl, big rose, little rose, when your mana is exhausted, quit the battle, and I'll fight with the axe."

Although the Death Prophet has no magic, he still has a death aura, and the damage of 3,000 points a minute is still terrifying.

Now that I am carrying an axe in front, the healing aura is naturally indispensable, and the True Qi Healing Technique cannot be stopped.

Therefore, Qin Xiaonian's treatment method was only another healing aura.

This healing aura can only be used on oneself.

Because, the light of the precepts, and because of the true - the demon.

However, the output of one person is enough.

The Prophet of Death without magic is nothing more than a punching bag.

With the existence of a healing aura, the basic attack damage received by eating an axe is only more than 100 points, and counting the attack speed of the Death Prophet, the second damage is less than 15.

A True Qi Healing technique was enough for him to last a long time.

The flame of the Light of Discipline continues to burn on the Death Prophet, taking away 45 health per second.

Is 100,000 health worth a lot?

In the face of a continuous 45-point second injury, this 100,000 health is only a matter of 37 minutes.

The True Demon Transformation Skill allows Qin Xiaonian to have enough magic power, not to mention 37 minutes, even if it is 37 hours, 37 days, he can still persevere, and the priest can return to the demon, that is the perpetual motion machine.

70 thousand.

40 thousand.

10 thousand.

With another terrible scream, the Prophet of Death fell to the ground.

This time he really fell to the ground, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Because the system has already released a prompt sound for customs clearance.

"Defeat the 40th floor boss guard to get 40 event points and an additional 4,000 event points."