The roar of the Ashes Land, brought about by the frantic advance of a large number of players, quickly and gradually subsided, and after just a few seconds, it was as if someone had pressed the silence down, and it fell completely silent.

On the originally chaotic battlefield, a large number of players crowded the wilderness, and if you look closely, you can see that their eyes are dull, their expressions are muddy, and they stand motionless.

The players watching the battle on the forum were in a commotion, they were eager to know what Wang Mo had done, but they couldn't see anything.

And the footsteps of chasing time appeared in a snow-white world world at this time, everything around him was boundless pure white, the angry expression on his face had not subsided, just calmed down, opened his attribute panel, and saw the four clear big characters on the status bar.

The world of the soul!

Arcane magic, the Psychic World, briefly seals the consciousness of the target creature, making them unable to make movements, to put it bluntly, it is a large-scale coma control spell, but the effect of this spell is extremely unstable.

Its duration is very strange and completely random, some legendary players are sealed and can get out in less than half a minute, while some epic masters, even immersed in the spiritual realm for several hours, are completely random.

But the minimum duration it lasts on legendary creatures is thirty seconds!

After Wang Mo released the Soul World Realm, he began to cast spells at a rapid pace again, and his Soul World Realm covered so many players at once, some of them would definitely wake up after the shortest period of thirty seconds.

A rich dark blue mist gathers in Etiès. On the Guardian's Staff of Legend, Wang Mo waved his staff again, swaying these mist out, and when these mist touched the ground, many lone masters who stood around the land of ashes and watched the battle were stunned.

They thought it was a massive attack spell, but it wasn't at all!

The ground quickly softened and collapsed under the light of the spell. There was a lot of mud, and countless players who were immersed in the spiritual world realm were already half of their bodies immersed in the mud before they knew it.

With Wang Mo's current level-level template and attributes, casting such a small spell will naturally have a strong effect!

The vast ash field quickly softened and loosened, and between the ground cavities, a large amount of wet mud rose to the ground, and countless players' bodies continued to sink until thirty seconds later, and no one suddenly came back to their senses. Frightened to see that I was about to be buried in my chest!

As soon as they come to their senses, they will activate their skills to escape!

The Law of Space!

The soul energy in Wang Mo's hand, the torn light of time and space flashed, and suddenly burst out with a brilliant silver ripple, frantically slashing across the entire field, completely sealing the dead space!

All displacement spells, all nullified!

The faces of those tribal players turned ugly, and some of their legal professions wanted to release spatial displacement spells to escape, but they were completely sealed by Wang Mo. Coupled with the fact that they are now subject to physical restraints, not skills, all magical immunity and absolute invincibility effects are useless.

Moreover, only a small number of players have awakened, and most of them are still immersed in the spiritual world. Every second, players wake up from the seal and find themselves immobile.

"Magic Melody, what are you going to do!"

"If you want to kill, do it as soon as possible, and tie us up for nothing!"

looked at Wang Mo standing in front of him calmly. Many tribal players were also angry, and they shouted angrily at Wang Mo, with Wang Mo's strength. They were in a defenseless state again, and it was easy for Wang Mo to kill them, but he didn't, which made these players feel that Wang Mo was playing tricks on them.

Wang Mo didn't speak, nor did he move, just stared at them with a faint smile.

At this moment, suddenly some of the tribal players suddenly froze, and then, as if they had discovered something, they looked down in disbelief at the soft ground where they were bound, and a look of horror appeared on their faces.

"I'm ...... How does it seem that there is something down here? ”

"Something is scratching my legs!"

These tribal players suddenly erupted into a commotion, they looked left and right, and they all felt that there seemed to be something under the ground, which was about to move, and many timid players turned pale in an instant.

And at this time, on the battlefield in front of the Ashesland, a large number of undead players stopped breaking through and fighting at the same time, turned their heads, and looked behind with an ugly face, where there was a person.

The Death Blade was immediately slashed, the green light of the Ash Messenger was surrounded, and the killing aura rose up!

Seeing the Death Blade, they already understood their fate today, the Death Blade has already arrived here, and they don't have the slightest possibility of breaking through, and there is only one result left......

The entire Land of Ashes fell into a deathly silence, like the calm before the storm.

"Death Blade, isn't there room for negotiation?" An undead player stepped forward and said in a deep voice. "Your enemy is the Sunseeker Alliance, and you will not let go of all of our guilds, do you really want to be the enemy of the entire world?"

He was a master of the Evil Order Tribe, and he was also the one who luckily survived the previous Divine Purification, and at this time he knew very well that now in front of the Death Blade, he was no different from those ordinary undead players, but until the last moment, he still wanted to fight for it.

Although a large part of these tribal guilds have followed the Sunstrider Alliance to participate in the war against Flying Feather, there are also a few who have a grudge against Flying Feather simply because of the Ash Emissary.

That's why he said this to see if there was still a glimmer of life.

Now, the power of life and death is all in the hands of Death Blade!

Deathblade glanced at him indifferently, silent.

Killing Sorrow and Ghostwalker were belatedly standing behind Deathblade, and they were both stunned at this time, and then looked at Deathblade at the same time, and as the people closest to him, they heard a strange rattling sound coming from Deathblade's body at the same time.

On the starry sky at night, a bright moon is bright, like a silver heavenly wheel. Sprinkled the slightly cold moonlight onto the ground, and on the ground, Death Blade's body trembled violently, and the azure soul fire quickly turned into bloodthirsty blood red, and the more deafening sound of bone knuckles twisting and colliding erupted from Death Blade's body!

In the next second, Death Blade's body suddenly erupted with a roaring tremor, and his body instantly expanded!

The face of the undead clan's Heavenly Rank Master changed drastically, and he reflexively put his palm on the weapon and retreated again and again. And those undead players behind him had already raised their weapons, and some players from the Sunseeker Alliance were even more trembling!

Because they've seen such a scene!

Once in the territory of the Silver Angel Guild of the Sunstrider Alliance, Death Blade turned into a werewolf, and with the assistance of Youying, he destroyed the entire territory city alive, and his violent and bloodthirsty appearance left an indelible impression on countless players.

Now. Time flies, things are not people, but the bloodthirsty killing god is still the same!

The back of the Death Blade bulged, and he jumped off the Scarlet Death Horse. Sticking both Ember Bringer and Shadow Grief into the ground, his deformed face contorted, fanged jaws open, and a creepy roar forward. Between the twisted joints, the muscles of the strong werewolf continued to expand, and the chest rose and fell violently. The sound of a roaring heartbeat is like a drumbeat!

"I'm grass, he's transformed!"

"Run!"

A large number of undead players exclaimed at the same time, they turned around as soon as possible, and rushed towards the rear frantically in desperation, and the players of the three major guilds of Flying Feather saw this, and hurriedly raised their weapons and prepared for battle!

Seeing this scene, they no longer had any luck mentality.

Death Blade is ready to go all out!

Killing Sorrow and Ghost Walker took a few steps back in shock, a rattling sound rang out, the joints of Death Blade's legs twisted, dense cyan hair covered his body, the Death Lord's suit armor swelled and bulged in an instant, he raised his wolf head slightly, and his bloodthirsty and violent eyes flashed red!

Werewolf form!

Deathblade lifted the Ember Bringer and Shadowmourn back into his back, and with a few steps forward, the werewolf's soles landed lightly on the ground, and then, with his chest puffed out and pointed forward, let out a deafening roar!

Blade Will!

"Roar!"

In an instant, the space was condensed as if it had been frozen rapidly, and a tooth-aching crunching sound spread into the distance at a rapid pace, and the powerful undead will swept forward like a storm, instantly slashing across the entire field, and a large number of undead players rose into the air uncontrollably.

"Everyone opens the will of the dead!"

A large number of undead players struggled wildly in the sky, and then turned on the undead will one after another.

Will of the Dead!

Will of the Dead!

Countless strands of undead will rose up, and the violent spiritual power frantically impacted the undead will of the Death Blade, but these undead players were shocked and desperate to find that no matter what they did, they couldn't shake the Death Blade in the slightest, and the undead will that spread all over the audience was like an ocean, completely suppressing them!

On the face of the Death Blade Werewolf, the fanged mouth was grinning, revealing cruel indifference, and he slowly pulled out the ash messenger behind him-

"No!"

"Stop!"

The undead players in the sky let out a heart-rending roar of terror, the expressions on their faces were terrified, and they struggled frantically, watching the Death Blade below swing the Ember Bringer, the skull mark on it set off a greedy grin, the shadow mist skyrocketed, and a dark green sword light loomed-

Greedy!

In the next second, the Death Blade suddenly swung the Ash Messenger and slashed towards the sky with a single sword!

"Wow!"

The air erupted into a sharp fluctuation, the dark green sword shadow bloomed and extended, and a sword swept towards the sky, the brilliant green light with a piercing sonic boom, like a sickle, instantly slashed through the sky, and a large number of undead players suddenly stiffened, falling from the sky like broken marionettes.

The sound of the corpse falling was incessant, as if it was pouring rain!

The more undead players who were not bound by the will of the blade and slashed turned pale when they saw this scene, and they fled frantically towards the rear in desperation, and the death blade once again put the ash bringer back behind his back, landed on all four claws, and pounced forward!

Killing Sorrow and Ghost Walkers stood in place, chilling!

They are also god-level masters of the undead clan, so much so that they have some trepidation on the Ember Bringer.

They can clearly feel the despair and pain of those undead players, purified by the Ash Messenger, and the level drops by twenty levels, which is almost equivalent to ruining a player's gaming career, especially since these players are all legendary masters who are usually feared, for them, this is more painful than actually killing them!

And those undead players are finally completely crazy at this point!

If you don't leave, you'll die! More painful than real death!

They rushed madly towards the front of the three major guilds of Flying Feather, and these alliance players were shocked to find that every undead player had a hideous and crazy expression on their faces, and the soul fire in their eyes was a dazzling scarlet, and they had completely let go of it!

A large number of undead players have chosen racial talents that some people will never open in their lifetime, burning soul fire, dropping levels and permanently reducing attributes, in exchange for more powerful combat power in a short period of time!

That's better than being purified by the Ember Bringer!

The players on the forum were almost directly stunned, they looked at the battlefield with dull and shocked faces, the dense gray light of the level fell into a single piece, dazzlingly streaked across the audience, a large number of undead players began to burn the soul fire at the same time, the illusory flames on the surface of the body lingered, and fine cracks emerged!

The Grand Lord Mograini has also used this trick before!

At the first moment of contact, the players under the three major guilds of Flying Feather began an unstoppable rout!

"They're crazy!" Some human players were shocked with shocked faces, and their lips trembled as they looked at the undead players on the other side, who almost seemed to be about to tear apart and devour the people in front of them, and kept retreating, but before they could raise their weapons to fight back, they were completely drowned in the crazy sea of undead!

At this moment, at the rear of the battlefield, a brilliant golden light bloomed out, forming a sky-high golden storm in the blink of an eye, and swept the whole field wildly, sprinkling a large amount of golden glow on the backs of these undead players, and they were shocked to find that their bodies began to melt at an extremely fast speed like ice and snow melting!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of undead players were reduced to nothingness in the divine light!

The Ashbringer shimmered with divine brilliance again, and Death Blade's body began to crumble rapidly again.

Arrogant!

At the altar of Thunder Cliff, a large number of tribal players crowded at the door of the altar, waiting for the undead players who hung up inside to appear, and they wanted to know if this ash messenger would still have such an anti-heaven effect after it fell into the hands of players!

And at this moment, in the Land of Ashes, the bloodthirsty red eyes of the Death Blade flickered, and he gently lowered the Ash Bringer, pulled out the Shadow Grief behind him, and then slammed into the ground!

The sound of a summoning sounded as if from hell, and the cold whispers of the dead filled the sky, and the sky was quickly covered with thick dark clouds, obscuring the stars and the moon.

Summon, army of the undead! (To be continued......)