"Hahaha!"

"It's been a long time since I've devoured blood so recklessly, and the taste of blood is so beautiful!"

The Shura Island Lord, who had transformed into a necromantic blood dragon, shot out a trace of extreme cold light in his eyes.

"Run!"

At this moment, the eyes of the remnants of the major forces were full of horror, they were not afraid of the necromantic blood dragon, but the necromantic spirit that swept out of the blood-colored portal.

One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million.

The dense army of necromancy, like locusts, swept out of the blood-colored portal, and the eyes were full of bloodthirst.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!"

The mouths of those necromancers made creepy sounds that made people shudder.

"Is this the end of my temple of goddesses?"

Seeing the army of necromancers coming like locusts, the eyes of the Lord of the Temple of the Goddess were full of despair.

Because the leader of the major forces is a few points stronger than her, and she still has this treasure in her hand, but at the moment when the commander army came on, her body was instantly devoured, and under the ravages of these necromantic armies, it was like the end of the world.

"Hall Master, fight!"

Seeing the army of necromancers coming, the women of the goddess temple turned pale and wanted to protect themselves.

They didn't want to be torn apart and devoured by the dead.

"Wait!"

Feeling the desperation of these women, Ye Wushuang said lightly.

"Ye Wushuang, do you have a solution?"

Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, the Goddess Hall Lord hurriedly said.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang became their only life-saving straw, and when they heard Ye Wushuang's words, a touch of hope appeared in their eyes.

"I'll try, maybe I can defuse this catastrophe!"

Ye Wushuang's gaze stared at the tens of millions of necromantic army, and there was a hint of excitement in his solemn voice.

Seeing Ye Wushuang's gaze, they saw a hint of hope in the eyes of the goddess hall woman, Ye Wushuang had created so many miracles, they felt that Ye Wushuang might really be able to solve it at this moment.

"Holy Dragon Immortal Sutra!"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang directly closed his eyes, and even secretly urged the Holy Dragon Immortal Sutra.

The Holy Dragon Immortal Sutra is a divine skill of the divine soul, comparable to the ancestral dragon divine technique, which itself can summon the necromantic to fight for itself, and seeing these necromantic armies at this moment, Ye Wushuang is naturally extremely excited.

Moreover, the Holy Dragon Immortal Sutra has been cultivated to a high level, and it can be cultivated into a kind of supernatural power, the realm of death.

And seeing these tens of millions of huge necromantic armies, Ye Wushuang may be his own fate, devouring these necromantic armies, maybe he can cultivate into a supernatural power 'Death Realm'!

Ye Wushuang operated the Holy Dragon Immortal Sutra, and secretly urged the Taixu Divine Bead in his body, when Ye Wushuang's hand stretched out, the terrifying devouring power exploded, and Ye Wushuang's hand seemed to be able to devour the heavens and all worlds.

But the moment Ye Wushuang's aura exploded, he saw the dead spirits of those realms, and the color of fear instantly appeared in his bloodthirsty eyes, and his body exploded backwards.

But tens of millions of necromantic armies are coming in a storm, how to retreat.

Those necromantic armies were instantly squeezed together, forming a huge wall.

Ye Wushuang and the people of the Goddess Hall fell into a deep well in an instant, and under the impact of the necromantic army behind them, their space was constantly decreasing.

The women of the temple of the goddess had a solemn look in their eyes at this moment.

But at the moment when those crushed necromancers approached them, they were directly devoured by Ye Wushuang.

In front of Ye Wushuang's body, a terrifying devouring vortex appeared, and those necromancers were swallowed up without the power to resist under that terrifying force.

"What does it feel like to be a damn little beast, to die in the mouth of thousands of dead souls!"

Seeing the huge mountain of necromantic accumulation, the necromantic blood dragon transformed by the Shura Island Lord fanned his blood-colored wings, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"Hmm!"

"That's not right!"

The extremely proud Necromantic Blood Dragon felt that the huge mountain in front of him was constantly decreasing, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

The divine thoughts swept in an instant, but his divine thoughts could not penetrate the huge mountain formed by the dead in front of him, although he doubted, but he couldn't find an answer.

After a few breaths, his expression became completely cold, because the giant had turned into a small mountain at this moment, and under that small mountain, he had found a terrifying devouring vortex, devouring everything.

"Damn, what is this!"

The eyes of the necromantic blood dragon were full of tyranny.

"It worked!"

Seeing the army of necromancy, which was not only sharply reduced, a flash of brilliance appeared in the eyes of everyone in the temple of the goddess.

No one thought that Ye Wushuang would really succeed.

Under the cold gaze of the necromantic blood dragon, the devouring vortex devoured all the necromancy, and in the center of the devouring vortex, the necromantic blood dragon saw Ye Wushuang sitting cross-legged.

At this moment, his eyes instantly darkened.

"Damn, it's your little brute who is doing me a good thing!"

Seeing the necromantic army devoured by Ye Wushuang, the eyes of the necromantic blood dragon transformed into the Shura Island Lord shot out an extremely vicious cold light.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and I saw that in front of Ye Wushuang, an extremely mysterious mini realm appeared, and in that realm, there were countless necromantic existences, exuding extremely fierce divine might.

"What's that?"

Seeing the Death Realm in front of Ye Wushuang, a hint of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the Necromantic Blood Dragon.

In the realm of death, he felt threatened.

"It's done!"

Ye Wushuang's last handprint fell, and he saw that the realm of death slowly disappeared in front of Ye Wushuang.

After successfully cultivating the Death Realm, Ye Wushuang's eyes were full of excitement.

"Die!"

The Death Blood Dragon roared, its eyes emitting an extremely killing intent.

The blood-colored wings danced, and the body instantly swept away towards Ye Wushuang and the others.

Between the instigation of the wings, a terrible storm swept in, blowing so hard that it was difficult to stabilize the body.

The hideous dragon claw grabbed at Ye Wushuang and the others, and the huge dragon claw shrouded down as if Mount Tai was pressing down.

"Cracked Sky!"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang roared.

Urging the Polar Ice Dragon Power in his body, he attacked directly at the terrifying blood-colored dragon claws.

"Boom!"

The moment the attacks collided together, there was a loud bang.

I saw that the blood-colored and hideous dragon claws directly collapsed and turned into a blood mist in the sky.

But after the body of the necromantic blood dragon retreated, the collapsed blood claw slowly condensed out again, as if it was immortal and immortal.

The expressions of the people in the Goddess Temple, who were originally extremely excited, became solemn again.

"Necromantic Blood Dragon, is that all there is to it?"

Ye Wushuang's eyes shot a look of sarcasm.