The dragon breath of the Black Dragon King just now and the magic of the two of them didn't even cut off a single life, seeing that things were very strange, Delis hurriedly slowed down, and an earthy yellow light mask with a diameter of 100 meters fell from the sky, and more than a dozen 'dark resentful spirits' with yellow light wrapped in yellow light suddenly appeared in the empty mid-air!

These sneaky figures had already surrounded Han Feng and the others in a semicircle, and the dark resentful spirits that had wailed before also stopped and began to laugh strangely.

Han Feng signaled, and everyone hurriedly retreated, and he threw out a more powerful thunderbolt lightning bolt that also did not cause any damage to the dark spirits.

"Husband, have you noticed that these more than ten dark spirits are very similar..."Delis said beside her.

"You're saying there are illusions among them?"

Deris replied with a solemn expression: "It shouldn't be that simple, they seem to be able to transform entities in these illusions at will, to put it simply, this time we are attacking illusions, and the next moment he may transform into a body and launch a surprise attack!" ”

Han Feng smiled evilly: "In that case, let's have an indiscriminate attack!" As he spoke, his mind flickered, and huge fireballs appeared one after another around him, and without stopping for the slightest, they went straight to the dark spirits that were shrouded in 'sluggishness'!

Nancy, Delis and the others stared nervously at these approaching dark wraiths, the best magic in their hands had been brewed, and Lampard also took out the dragon cannon, waiting for the dark wraiths to reveal their bodies to deliver a fatal blow.

At this moment, the Black Dragon King, who was originally lying on Han Feng's shoulder, suddenly flapped his wings and flew upside down, his body quickly became larger, and a mouthful of dragon breath sprayed towards Han Feng's side, and at the same time, Han Feng activated the thunderbolt that came with Moradin and went straight to the same position.

Seeing the sudden change, Deris and the others also threw away the magic that had been prepared for a long time in their hands, and the terrible and angry roars sounded one after another, and an embarrassed phantom revealed its figure, and shouted sharply: "You inferior guys, can you actually distinguish my body?" Pure blindness! Again! ”

No need to ask, this guy has shifted again!

Han Feng smiled slightly, still repeating what he had just done, and kept releasing a series of fireballs, this time the Black Dragon King Anderson directly sprayed the dragon's breath behind Han Feng, and everyone threw the magic over in the same way.

The screams rang out again, and the dark wraith twisted its face and roared hysterically, "You're too fucking blind, aren't you?" No, boy over there, you must have some way to see me, if it goes on like this, Lao Tzu may be in your hands! ”

In the interface of the Vision of God, this self-proclaimed smart guy only had 1/3 of his HP left, and Han Feng did not continue to attack it, but instead laughed and talked to it: "If you can summon back the guy on my left who is about to sneak attack, I think we still have the possibility of talking..."

Hearing him say this, the expression of the dark resentful spirit changed, and a slight wriggling appeared in the air on Han Feng's left, revealing the body of the unwilling dark resentful spirit. There's no way, once and twice is a coincidence, is it the third time? This unattractive guy in front of him must have something to see through his own ability, and if he fails again, he is likely to disappear completely, and the most infuriating thing is that the seemingly cute god and monster master can release a large area of sluggishness, and it has become a big problem to escape.

Han Feng smiled mysteriously, "Do you want to know why I can find you?" In fact, it is very simple, that is, you have a faint smell on your body, but unfortunately Anderson has just drunk Baiguo wine, and the taste on your body is just in stark contrast to the taste of fine wine, so huh..."

The dark resentful spirit glanced at Anderson next to him with a smug face, and said depressedly: "Since the matter has come to this, what do you want to do with me?" Anyway, I've been wandering around here for countless years, and I'm tired of it. ”

"Oh? Wraith, if you can be loyal to me and assist me in this mission, I can consider making you a new body so that you can live freely in the sun..."Han Feng snapped his fingers as Lampard stepped forward in understanding.

Han Feng continued: "Did you see him?" He was just a third-order ghost before, and I created a body for him and gave him freedom..."

As a clan with an extremely keen sense of souls, the dark wraith easily felt the existence of the soul on Lampard's body, confirming that he was not a simple steel puppet, so he nodded excitedly, and couldn't wait to take out a trace of the soul mark from his soul and deliver it to Han Feng, and signed a master-servant contract with him.

After signing the contract, Delis asked with some curiosity, "Mr. Wraith, can you tell me how that god's injury was obtained?" ”

"You better call me Lancelot, my ancestor was a god warrior of the Guardian Temple, and the inherited bloodline gives us such a magical trait. I don't know what this is for. The dark wraith said respectfully.

Under the questioning of Han Feng and others, I learned that he had been dead for many years as a native of the Naga Ancient Realm, and when the two spaces collided, the other space infiltrated with a strange ability, directly resurrecting him from death and becoming what he is now. The leader of the Warcraft in another space took advantage of his characteristics and recruited him as his subordinate, who was responsible for reconnaissance and guarding the intersection of the two spaces.

"How much do you know about the heavenly grass here? What rank are the demonic beasts guarding them? Han Feng asked.

Lancelot said respectfully, "You should be talking about Emperor Grass, right?" That's what the leader of this side calls it. It is said that the Emperor Grass has the miraculous effect of increasing strength, so the eleventh to nineteenth rank of the Emperor Grass are guarded by the army of Warcraft under him, and the Twentieth Order of the Emperor Grass is personally controlled by him, and he even built a city there, with about two thousand defenders, and most of the strength is in the 7th-order upgraded state of Warcraft, and a small number of humans, whose strength should be above the ninety-level level. ”

Delis asked worriedly, "What level is that leader?" ”

"It seems that hundreds of years ago, he just surpassed the hundred level and gave himself the honorific title of 'God's Wrath'."

"No, there are even strong people who have passed the 100th level, and this task can't be done at all!" Han Feng suddenly became listless.

Lancelot replied flatteringly: "Don't worry about it, my lord, the king here seems to have to concentrate on doing a ritual every ten years, and will lock himself in the secret room, the whole ceremony will take about a year, just like he has been in the secret room for more than two months, and it will take at least ten months to come out, this time should be enough for us to complete the task." ”

Han Feng nodded and asked casually, "Are you familiar with those demonic beasts that guard the Heavenly Grass?" ”