"Evergreen Daoist, you are actually Evergreen Daoist?" Xue Wu, as Hai Lao's granddaughter, naturally recognized the Evergreen Daoist, one of the Three Sages, but she also didn't expect that as the Three Sages who were the pillars of the human race, he was actually full of life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Changqing looked at Xue Wu with a smile and said softly, "You are so old in the blink of an eye, what a young demi-saint, amazing." After all, the Terrans will be your world, and you will shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Terrans. ”

Ling Changqing's words were very kind, and they did sound no different from ordinary saint level. But Mo Lin knew that he was no longer the Three Sages of the past, and that he must have changed his mind after cultivating the Necromancy Technique.

Sure enough, as soon as the words changed, Ling Changqing sneered and continued: "But you don't have a chance to continue to grow, you have to die today." ”

"As one of the Three Saints, what have you done to this place?" Xue Wu stood up bravely without fear.

Ling Changqing sneered: "What did you do? Isn't it obvious yet? I'm here to practice necromancy! No one will enter this initial place, only the three tribes outside, and they have no contact with the outside world. But I didn't expect you to come in, and I saw everything. If you weren't a student of the Holy Sea Academy, I might have spared your life, but unfortunately, you are a student of the Holy Sea Academy. In order to prevent that madman from coming to me, I can only kill you. ”

After saying that, Ling Changqing raised his hand, and suddenly a cold light shot straight at Xue Wu, Xue Wu was shocked and hurriedly tried to resist, but the cold light was too fast, and it was about to hit.

"That's enough, don't you even want a face for this saint?" At the critical moment, Feng Long raised his hand and directly caught Ling Changqing's attack.

Seeing that the wind dragon had blocked his attack, Ling Changqing looked very surprised. Looking at the wind dragon with empty eyes, Ling Changqing was a little puzzled: "Who are you?" ”

"He's His Royal Highness Fenglong, the student council president of our Holy Sea Academy, okay, don't talk nonsense, we're still in a hurry. We are juniors, so we are not polite to do it first. After speaking, Mo Lin took the lead in pounced on Ling Changqing.

Seeing Mo Lin rushing over, Ling Changqing didn't care at first, but after Mo Lin casually shattered his two white rays of light and then knocked him away from the chair with a hammer, he had to face it squarely.

"Who are you?" Ling Changqing was a little blindsided, he thought that Xue Wu was the strongest one in it, but now it seems that there are a lot of monsters.

"Who do you care who I am? As a saint-level old man is disrespectful, what kind of undead magic do you still practice at such an old age, so that you are not a ghost or a ghost. For his own selfish desires, he forces others to leave the place where he was born. Such a heinous one, today is your time of death. Mo Lin shouted and said righteously.

Okay, although it was said that Ling Ran was righteous, but in fact, Mo Lin just wanted to kill this saint level quickly and see what the system would reward him.

Ling Changqing looked at Mo Lin viciously, as a saint-level, where was he not respected by others, how could he be so embarrassed today?

"You're looking for death." Ling Changqing roared and took out his staff.

Mo Lin has already taken the lead, and it is impossible for everyone to fall behind. Morrow's spear was wrapped with fire-green flames, which looked smart and eerie. The aura on the wind dragon's body was vertical and horizontal, the snow danced and the ice was bursting, and Xu Ruyun took out his staff to emit a holy light.

"Team battles, it's begun." Mo Lonely laughed and shot even harder.

In the Lock Demon Tower, Mo Lin couldn't see other people's blood volume, but since Ling Changqing was a saint-level, it wouldn't be so simple. After being beaten so much, Ling Changqing was like a nobody. However, he was pressed and beaten by so many people, especially Fenglong, who did not belong to him, and every punch and kick gave him great damage.

After fighting for a while, Ling Changqing finally couldn't stand it anymore, and shook everyone and shouted: "You forced me, I didn't want to use it on you originally." Come on, legion of the undead. ”

After that, a large number of ghosts appeared in this fortress again, and as soon as the ghosts came out, the originally empty venue instantly became a little crowded.

"Give the undead to me, and you keep fighting." Mo Lin left the battlefield and began to kill the mobs, saying that no one would be better at mobs than him.

However, this time, the blood defense of each ghost is very high, and the strength has also been greatly improved, which makes Mo Lin feel pressured.

Fortunately, his Wind and Thunder Warrior blessing is perverted enough, otherwise he really can't resist.

Seeing that Mo Lin had stopped all the undead, Ling Changqing was half angry. Xue Wu glanced at those undead, and suddenly frowned: "It's not quite right, Ling Changqing, why are there human undead among these undead?" ”

Since coming in from the outside, although I have encountered many undead, none of them are Terran. But this time, there were many Terran undead in the undead legion, which made Xue Wu extremely angry.

Ling Changqing smiled and said, "Isn't that a matter of course?" Only the undead of our human race are strong enough to lead the undead of other races. ”

"Heinous, you deserve to die." Hearing this answer, Feng Long was furious, and the black aura in his hand turned into a dragon, and slapped at Ling Changqing.

The wind dragon struck with all his strength, and even Ling Changqing couldn't resist it. With one palm, Ling Changqing flew out a few meters upside down and slammed into the wall behind him.

"Wow." Ling Changqing spat out a mouthful of blood, and then looked at Fenglong fiercely.

"It's amazing to have such strength at such a young age." Ling Changqing clapped his hands and couldn't help but approving.

Feng Long looked at Ling Changqing coldly and said, "You are already a Three Saints, why do you still want to cultivate this poisonous undead magic?" ”

"Hehe, I, Ling Changqing, became a saint at the age of 45. After that, I was delusional about breaking through, but now that I'm 150 years old, I still can't find any chance to break through. Do you know? Even the Holy Rank only has a lifespan of 150 years at most, and only the undead will live forever. People are going to die, what am I afraid of? Ling Changqing suddenly roared.

This answer surprised everyone, but they didn't expect Ling Changqing to embark on the evil path of undead magic because the limit was approaching.

Ling Changqing sneered and looked at everyone: "You don't have to look at me like this, all of you here will definitely be able to reach the holy level." When you're at the end of your life, you'll be even crazier than I am. Although I practice necromancy, at least I don't collude with foreigners. Even the Terrans who I have turned into undead are just evil people who have accidentally intruded on me, or offended me. ”

Everyone looked at Ling Changqing and only felt that this person was extremely pathetic, could it be that when the limit of people was approaching, would their hearts really be so twisted and desperate?