August 19, 2110 at 9:30 Theme Dungeon: The Cursed Forest, Dungeon Level 4: Icy Wind

Smell it? The aroma of this earth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was once again surrounded by the breeze, and the serene breath began to wind from the soil under his feet, soft as a festive ribbon.

Once it is entangled, it can fall into the cobwebs.

"You've really been here?" The majestic wind blew the hair of the Moon Burial Flower Soul, causing her to stop and hold her restless head, and the wind also passed her inquiry to Yang Xingming, who was walking in front.

"Well, with friends." Without stopping, he continued to move forward, towards the small black dot in the distance.

"What kind of friends?" She was curious, not trying to save the cold atmosphere, this guy was very smug when they first met, and it was easy to form the illusion that we were friends, but when she got a little closer to him, she often felt that there was an invisible barrier between herself and this guy.

Does it really exist, a friend who can joke with him without any gaps in his heart.

"It's none of your business." He didn't care if the atmosphere was warm or not, and what the Moon Burial Flower Soul thought, he just wanted to prove his guess now: this dungeon was also a special mission for space mages, not to mention why it was set up like this, what additional plots were added to it, and what impact would these plots have on the later missions. If you team up with the Bloodthirsty Hunter Black Moon Rakshasa today, what will be the result?

A guess stirred up a dense branch of thinking, and he was immersed in every option to speculate, so naturally he had no interest in communicating with the Moon Burial Flower Soul, who didn't understand anything.

After walking for a while, he stopped, not to think about what the result was, but in this position he had already seen the black spot just now: Serbia.

"Serbia?" He asked, but as soon as he said it, he felt that it was inappropriate, because the answer was definitely yes, and there was no way to prove his hypothesis.

"I am." Sure enough, but the person who answered was very polite, and he added a warm greeting, "Long time no see, Death Meteor." ”

Sure enough, it's still that Serbia!

But, how is that possible? He saw it with his own eyes, he saw it with his own eyes.

"That friend of yours is cruel and sucks my blood to the ground." The evil priest put his hand to his lips and yawned gentlemanly, and said something terrible in a lazy tone. It's hard to imagine that this calmness and laziness will appear in the mastermind behind the defeat of the two of them a few days ago.

"Thanks to Akzor's blessing, as long as the soul is immortal, flesh and blood or something, it is a tribute to the fool." Retracting his weak eyes, Serbia turned sideways, faced Yang Xingming, and smiled and came over step by step.

He felt the temperature around him drop strangely, and it was rhythmically cold with the pace of the comers, but he couldn't do anything, as if his mind was shackled when he saw that smile.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that two people who don't share the same sky, but their disciples are happily shaking hands and cooperating, as their common enemy, I feel novel." A pair of bloody black hands stretched out from the dark black cloak, and the gloomy aura came out with the opening of the cloak, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed its tone, obviously still green, but it was no different from plastic flowers and plants. The hands gently pressed Yang Xingming's head, and the gloomy aura also invaded with these hands, the latter just didn't move, and was caught in it like a luminous orb for people to see, "Last time it was my judgment error, compared to close quarters, distant harassment is more of a headache, you should be the first to eliminate you." Luckily, I've had countless opportunities to do it all over again. ”

To the upper eye, seeing the anxiety in the eyes of the prey, what is he thinking now, resist? Get out? Or is it the remorse of going against us in the first place? Judging from the negative energy absorbed by oneself, each has its own share.

"It's strange that you're scared of every face, and you're just getting started. Anyway, our time is precious, so let's finish it quickly. ”

"Announce! The demon spirit of death tore away the veil of night, and the evil demon freed himself from the shackles of chaos, obeyed the command of the demon Akzor and turned into the help of my Serbia, and died on the left as punishment; Evil on the right is for the sake of laziness, leading the poor lambs to the altar of the demon lord, and recognizing this great world blessed by Lord Akzor. ”

This is a rare time for Serbia to concentrate on chanting, and the only thing that can match it is the great death, which is perfect as a medal awarded to Yang Xingming, who once killed him once. The familiar red and blue skulls resurfaced in his hand, and the zero-range blow that was about to explode heralded a powerless death.

But Serbia made the same mistake: Yang Xingming was not alone.

"The gods are above, and the souls of the believers pray here, asking the gods of mercy and omnipotence to sow goodwill, punish the wicked, and guide the lost lamb into the arms of the gods. My faith is the guide to the path of heaven, and I have launched it - the Silence Technique! ”

The two skulls emitting black smoke disappeared, and the lifeless grassland burst into a smile like a soul, and the cold breath was no longer a shackle of the soul, and Yang Xingming's eyes were thus brightened.

The Moon Burial Flower Soul rushed into the gloomy evil spirit field, pulled out Yang Xingming, who let go, and felt that he couldn't run far like this, so he simply stopped his waist and picked it up, and kept a small broken step to run. When Serbia found out and tried to stop it, she was busy chanting about the worthless tricks that had just been criticized.

"The gods of heaven are here, and the souls of believers are praying here, praying that the gods of mercy and vastness will understand their hearts here, and send down divine power to bestow upon your loyal servants and their perception of speed. My mana is a tribute to the gods, and so far I have chanted - Fengxingshu! ”

The wind was infused with the surging force of his feet, and he felt that his body and the winter melon he was holding in his hand became much lighter, and before the blackened hands could touch the holy robe, the two men escaped quickly.

The 4S bell squeezed out by the silence is very short, especially the caster has to move another 2S to chant a rheumatism in order to save this short leg.

The Moon Burial Flower Soul asked Yang Xingming, who was still very good just now, playing high cold, and now he is as sluggish as frost hitting an eggplant: "The devil is stunned, and his head is held down and he still doesn't resist?" ”

"It's useless, last time the two of us worked together and almost couldn't win him, this time we can't win anyway." It's rare to hear such lines that are not Yang Xingming, but the situation is the same as what he analyzed, this Serbia is the butcher who took people's lives in the air last time and left no traces, even if Yang Xingming has been promoted by two levels compared to before, under the premise of missing the front row, the two crispy skins are meat on the cutting board, don't forget, this is a level 20 nightmare copy.

The sound of fluttering, sudden braking.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop and fight, can't you see this?" Holding Yang Xingming and turning around, the moon burial flower soul looked at Serbia who was chasing after him with murderous spirit.

"You!" Seeing that his pig teammates were stupid again, Yang Xingming wanted to accuse a few words like before, but he really didn't have the mood anymore, this is not a hot-blooded comic that relies on roaring to output, and the victory or defeat of the two sides is based on the data contest, so he just asked with more mouths, "Why ......"

"You pig, you." This guy's wings are stiff Hey, the pig teammate actually scolded the daring god teammate pig, "Look at the aggrieved look of your dead mother, this is a game, and it's not the whole of your life, you have to force the ending that has not yet appeared to be a gloomy failure, and if you fail, what should you do if you become stronger next time you become a strong party, your life is far from reaching the moment of the greatest crisis, you are so unconfident in yourself, say you are a pig, you are a pig!" I'll learn a little from your sister Yue. ”

What the hell, what kind of divine theory is this? Whether she comforts me or shows superiority.

"The gods of heaven are here, and the souls of the believers are prayed here, and the gods of strength and justice are here to show their divine power and inflict divine punishment, and to punish the ignorant heretics by the hands of your loyal servants. My eyes are the wise gaze of the gods, and I have now cast a purple electric technique! ”

It was still the fist-sized purple ball of light from before, and it was fired in a straight line at a speed that was only a little faster than the magic bullet, and it was very easy to dodge. Serbia is also a high priest who has seen the world, and he knows this skill himself, so he doesn't even bother to hide except for praising his juniors for his thorough learning in his heart as a superior person.

Syllable! "-1" system forces damage.

The damage is negligible, but the 50% paralysis rate is not vegetarian, and even with boss-specific resistances, dropping to 30% is still called "possible" in probability

Ding~ The system prompts that Serbia is affected by the 3s paralysis effect

"Look, as long as I keep releasing the Purple Electricity Technique, he will be paralyzed all the time, sooner or later." Very proudly dancing the Huolin-level staff in front of him, Yang Xingming was amused by her fantastical logic.

What does God think about rebirth, giving herself a creation and arranging this kind of teammate for him at this time, she is arrogant and unreasonable, but she is radiant at this time. Like the "moon" in its name, it shines in the night.

As a result, the idea that he had always insisted on not believing in miracles and relying only on strength was shaken a little.

The brightest thing in the night sky is not the moon, but the star, you add another star, star, well, good.

Why did you suddenly remember what she said at this time?

Maybe these two people have the word "month" in their names.

The paralysis time of 3s was fleeting, and Serbia, who came out of the state, was slightly interested in this somewhat powerful purple electric technique, and he urged the magic array that appeared underground with great interest, chanting one syllable after another. This is a provocation, he deliberately chose the most time-consuming and powerful technique, just to create a sense of powerlessness in the opponent's heart, and then kill in one blow, this contrast must be the best quality.

"Heavenly Divine Ming-" The Moon Burial Flower Soul fearlessly chanted the Purple Electricity Technique, hoping to interrupt the Serbian chanting with paralysis, but just as it started, a louder incantation overshadowed it.

"Announce! The power of the earth and space, if you are a believer in the gods, please take control of my body, it is for dispatch. My faith is ironclad, my heart is my command, in the name of Kronos, you enter from the sea of your heart, the seven orifices come out, the condensation of the substance into a ripple, the repulsion of paganism, the praise of the name of God, this Dharma name - the split of the dimension. ”

She only felt that a wave of spatial distortion erupted behind her like boiling water, sometimes high and sometimes low, and she turned back curiously, only to find that Yang Xingming's figure was covered by the abrupt oval crack in front of her.

The crack grew bigger and bigger as Yang Xingming chanted, and the overflowing spatial fluctuations became more and more intense, just like a cloud-piercing arrow with a full bow.

"Out!" The oval crack "whoosh" was fired, and at the same time, a huge sound of breaking wind was torn, and the moon burial flower soul only then saw that the side of this crack was a half-moon the size of his own, and he ran straight towards Serbia with majestic strength.

Rumble! "-3374" has never seen a high amount of one-hit damage. Serbia stood up straight and ate it all, and the magic array on the soles of its feet was still improving.

"Moon Burial Flower Soul, Clear Technique, I'll do it again." There's no cooldown for this?

Not really.

The third spatial skill obtained after one turn, Dimensional Split, is different from the spatial vortex and spatial concussion, which have control attributes, and this is the first pure output skill of the space mage. Moreover, at level 1, the bonus of its spell has already exceeded the bonus of the other two skills when they are qualitatively transformed, and in addition, this spell has no cooldown, and one can be used as long as the mana is enough, and the second one can be chanted immediately. The weaknesses are also quite obvious: first, the chanting time is long, the state on the body is obvious, and the flight speed is about the same as the magic bullet, which makes this skill with explosive damage easy to dodge; The second is that the consumption is too large, and Yang Xingming's current magic slot can only cast 2.75.

So coincidentally, the current situation is just the most suitable for Yang Xingming to cast a dimensional split.

Rumble! “-3486”

"Moon Burial Flower Soul, come again!"

"Oh, okay, good, clear......"

"That's it!" With a shout, he stopped the chanting of the two spells with an extremely high spell cultivation, and at the same time swept the surrounding vitality into the magic array at the bottom of his feet.

"It's still as courageous as before, knowing that you are still struggling like ants, this time I'm afraid you won't have any reason to survive - the Evil Emperor, the Death of the Veil!"

The black tide contains the resentment of the necromancy and surging in a torrential momentum, and everywhere it goes, not a single grass grows, and the rushing offensive below is like a uniform dividing line that divides the scene on both sides into two: color and black and white. And the territory of black and white is rapidly expanding, and this kind of spell that kills chickens with knives does have the ability to kill instantly, but it also acknowledges the efforts of the two.

"Looks like we're going to hang." Yang Xingming put down his staff and turned his back.

"Can we do another game later?" The Moon Burial Flower Soul also followed Yang Xingming's example, but she pinned the staff behind her. Look up at the sky at 45 degrees.

"Well, call my friend."

"Speaking of which, the weather is really nice today." This sentence is not unpleasant for her.

Only 1 breath later, the wave hit as promised.

The two closed their eyes and faced each other, looking fearless.

"God of Light bless, open the absolute defense!"

bang！

Impact, but not with both of them.

The two of them opened their eyes in disbelief, only to see that this wave of resentment was stopped by a transparent protective shield one step away from their feet, in front of them was monotonous black and white, and behind them was a leaping color.

"The Evil Emperor, the Death of the Veil? I really look up to these two little guys. ”

The breath around Yang Xingming suddenly trembled, and a soft female voice came from his ears, with holy majesty and universal kindness.

There was only a hint of fragrance on the tip of the nose, which overshadowed the scent of the flowers and plants behind him, full of the sweetness of life.

The oppressed wind only then poured into this place after realizing it, blowing away her long black waterfall-like hair, brushing the snow-white mage's robe, outlining the fiery figure that was about to come out, and he saw who was coming.

"Long time no see, Death Meteor. My disciples are under your care. Demeter, who was standing beside him, said with a smile.