Blood continued to flow down from the sky, and I don't know if it was because of the bone container, when the blood was in the container, there was only the fishy smell of the blood demon around.

But when the blood flowed, a strange fragrance emanated from the blood waterfall.

The smell was quite strong, and the lair of the undead, a place where all kinds of undead creatures were entrenched all year round, was enveloped in rancid and fishy smells all year round.

As soon as the aroma of blood came out, it quickly dispelled the surrounding stench completely.

For a time, the entire canyon was completely covered with a strange scent.

The scent quickly spread, and the two human powerhouses clinging to the edge of the canyon smelled the fragrance almost immediately.

The fragrance entered his nose, and the paladin only felt that the bright fighting qi in his body instantly became active, flowing in circles in the meridians.

Immediately afterwards, his qi and blood also began to become active, and between one breath and one inhalation, the aroma quickly entered the body, and then was directly divided by various parts of the body, integrated into the cells, and transformed into pure blood qi.

"Aang!"

The paladin's body slammed, and a thought turned in his heart, and then the fighting energy in his body gradually slowed down under his forcible suppression.

Driven by thoughts, every time the fighting qi turned, a large amount of incomparably active qi and blood flowed into the torrent of spiritual power, which was constantly washed, refined, condensed into a small thread, and then precipitated into the flesh.

"Dead Blessing."

The Great Magus on the side whispered, and with a flip of his hand, a scroll of ancient scrolls with countless mysterious patterns printed on the back appeared in his hand, and his hand moved, and a gray flame quickly stained the scroll.

The flames scattered in all directions, and in just one breath, they had already burned out, and the flying ash was swept up by the wind, pulling the surrounding gray mist, and constantly surging to the side of the two

As the gray mist continued to condense, the rosy on the faces of the two quickly disappeared, and the vitality was also constantly lost, and a thick dead air surged onto the faces, dyed a little bit of iron blue.

Although it was only for a short moment, the surging qi and blood on the paladin's body still attracted the attention of the undead, this kind of flesh and blood full of vitality is the most obsessed delicacy of the undead, and any undead has an extraordinary perception of flesh and blood.

What's more, it is a pseudo-saint-level warrior, the warrior's body is extremely powerful, and the fresh flesh and blood have an incomparable attraction to the undead.

A pair of blood fiends threw away the empty bone container in their hands, flapped their wings, and flew in their direction.

Even with the cover of necromantic mist, as the Blood Demon got closer and closer, with the vision of the pseudo-saint, the paladin could still see clearly.

The Blood Demon's body was very shriveled, two still somewhat deformed bat wings could wrap their body, their faces were full of wrinkles, like an ordinary old man of seventy or eighty years old, the Blood Demon's eyes were closed, but his nose was constantly moving, as if he was smelling the breath of the living around him.

The boundless gray mist poured in, instantly submerging the bodies of the two of them, and under the effect of the scroll just now, the two of them looked like dead people.

The two Blood Demons circled for a moment, and without noticing anything, they flapped their wings again and flew towards the center of the gray mist.

Seeing the Blood Demon fly away, the paladin's tense nerves were relaxed.

"It's terrifying, just a wisp of fragrance can cause my qi and blood to boil, even if it is my pseudo-saint cultivation, this thing can make my physical body stronger!"

The paladin's eyes were a little suspicious, as a warrior, he couldn't have survived the flesh, but the aroma of blood could still work on him, you can imagine how precious this thing should be.

"Okay, no matter what good thing it is, falling into the hands of the undead is a scourge, there are not many necromancers in the association, and I don't have many undead scrolls in my hands, be careful."

The archmage's voice whispered, and the paladin nodded, returning his attention to the plains.

Although tens of thousands of blood demons were pulling a huge amount of blood, pouring it on the pile of white bones formed by the endless sea of bones was like a drop in the ocean.

Tens of thousands of blood demons walked back and forth in the center of the gray mist, carrying buckets and buckets of spiritual blood with a strong fragrance and pouring them on the pile of white bones.

The Blood Demon was already bloodthirsty, and the original smell was sealed in a container when it could barely contain his nature, but now he has been immersed in the scent of blood for a long time, and a Blood Demon finally can't help it.

Two Blood Demons flapped their wings and flew in the air, spiritual blood was constantly flowing out of the bucket, and one of the Blood Demons was levitating, and in the scarlet pupils, the light symbolizing greed continued to expand and compress.

Suddenly, the Blood Demon opened his mouth and sucked, and an extremely small stream of blood rolled upside down from the blood waterfall, rushing into the Blood Demon's air.

As soon as the Blood Demon made a move, they saw a flash of blue light sweep across the sky, and then the two of them saw that the Blood Demon's body suddenly exploded, turning into a handful of blood mist and sprinkling it on the pile of white bones.

"Whoever steals the spiritual blood used by the skeleton group without permission, die!"

An earth-shattering roar sounded, and although the two of them didn't understand, the sound fell in their ears, but they understood the meaning of it.

The two glanced at each other, and then a fierce aura came to their faces, setting off a gust of wind, fanning the strange fragrance of the valley, and scattering it around.

In plain sight of the two of them, a shriveled claw covered in gray hair pierced through the smoke screen around the core of the gray mist.

"Werewolf Duke!"

Almost as soon as the thought came to the paladin's mind, the claw shook, and the gray smoke that filled the surrounding area shattered abruptly.

Behind the smoke screen, a thin werewolf with countless gray hairs appeared behind the smoke screen, the werewolf was shriveled and a blue spark faintly burned in its pale yellow pupils.

The werewolf was hunched up, his hair was shriveled and disorganized, and at the place of his heart, wisps of gray electric light splattered from it, and the stitches left behind were faintly visible around his heart.

Even so, this werewolf exuded an aura that was terrifying to the two human powerhouses, and the werewolf was wrapped in a thick gray mist, and streams of evil, silence, and decay continued to emanate from it.

But even so, in the eyes of the two, it was simply a werewolf who was the embodiment of evil, but it exuded a sacred and majestic aura on its body, which made people feel the urge to bow down when they looked at it.

"No, it can't be, Holy Throne, Holy Throne, this is actually a Holy Throne!"

Looking at the werewolf in front of him, the paladin's eyes showed a burst of horror.