"I see, it turns out that you have already woken up, but you are secretly hiding in the body of the test subject."

Number One sighed, as if he had aged for many years, even though he was only a skeleton.

Two completely different voices, a man and a woman, sounded in the mouths of the two "Qiu" respectively, which made people look and feel extremely weird.

"After all, I'm a human, not an undead creature."

"I thought you would be able to cultivate my body to be more perfect, but who knew you would be useless to this extent."

"Do you really think that without my secret instructions, you can mobilize the loyal warriors of the Empire? It's naïve, it's just a mere undead. ”

"Go and die, and your gods will never know all this."

With a slight wave of his hand, a gust of wind hung up, sweeping through the place that resembled the abdomen of a human being.

The rest of the black-robed people had already quieted down, and only Number One had been staring at Qiu deadly, and a little resentment appeared in the azure soul fire.

The wind was blowing, and the black robe that shrouded the black-robed man fell rapidly, and the dead werewolf with dry hair scattered all the way through, and the soul burning in his pupils.

and a corpse with most of its flesh and blood decomposed, and a strong stench that had been emitting a strong stench, stood in place, constantly growling.

Autumn No. 4 raised his hands, as if countless invisible threads stretched out from between them, attached to the bodies of necromantic werewolves and zombies, as if controlling puppets.

She just raised her hands, and the two undead quickly moved, both of which were extremely powerful races, and their sharp claws tore through the black robe and held on the bones of One.

One didn't move, and if you looked closely, you could even see a bright red blood qi connected to the two flames in No. 1's pupil, connecting them together.

That blood qi was like a shackle, firmly binding One, and even though the flames in his pupils kept beating, he could never make any movement.

The silvery-white skeleton was constantly picked off by the two undead from One's body, and the zombie even took the bone and stuffed it directly into his own wound.

As soon as the bones came into contact with the wound, they instantly melted into a pool of mercury-like substance, which merged into the zombie's body.

One or two bones were nothing, but as many bones continued to merge into the body, the wounds on its body began to slowly heal.

Little by little, the silver color spread to the zombie's body, dyeing his body, which was already as powerful as steel, bright silver, like a piece of silver.

"Wow!" The werewolf jerked up his stout arm, and all that was left of the one's already thin skeleton was the flaming head.

The bones that had been dismantled by the werewolf melted away, condensing into two steel claws that were placed on the palms of its hands.

The steel claw slapped on the No. 1 skull, but it was slightly sluggish, and then slowly fell into it, like cutting meat, directly splitting the No. 1 skull in half.

"Roar!" The werewolf raised his head and roared, then grinned hard, and an incomparably powerful suction burst out, pulling a half-soul fire into his mouth.

Almost instantly, the werewolf's already powerful aura instantly became even more powerful, and even a little beyond the original realm.

"Very good, that's it, it's up to you to drag the incarnation of Yanjun, heh, give full play to the last residual warmth."

The two "Qiu" clapped their hands at the same time, and their bodies, which originally looked intact, instantly melted into a pool of blood, which was completely absorbed by the carpet of flesh and blood covering the ground.

In the distance, in the training ground of the Second Profession Academy of the Imperial Capital, Qiu stretched out her hands and stiffened in place, and the flames that were accumulating in her hands instantly lost control and exploded in front of her.

A wisp of extremely subtle necromancy emanated, wrapping around her body, completely canceling out the flames.

After the blood was absorbed by the carpet, Qiu's body trembled violently, and the spirit of death wrapped in a trace of national fortune breath, returned to his body.

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"Heh, two earl-level breaths, it's really a big deal!" Ning Lou sneered, stretched out his hand and patted on himself, and the rich flames gathered together and condensed into a white robe that fluttered in the wind, enveloping his body.

And the feather dress that looked like a woman's dress began to fade directly, turning into a touch of colored light, embellished on the white clothes.

The brilliant golden golden divine ring was suspended behind Yan Jun, constantly swallowing the subtle aura scattered around him, shattering it and transforming it into pure energy, which was instilled into his body in reverse, making his figure even more condensed.

"Shen Yan fingers." Yan Jun solemnly raised his palm and pointed towards the center of the room, and endless flames instantly erupted from the pores of his body, condensing into a huge giant finger of flames, suspended in mid-air, slowly pressing down.

"Boom!" The Flame Giant Finger was suspended in the air, and with a slam blow, the entire building burst open in an instant, and two silver rays of light filled with a powerful aura flew out of the ruins of the building.

The rich necromantic aura surrounded the two of them, and if it weren't for the divine flame finger suspended in the air, the necromantic aura would have exploded almost instantly.

"Drink!" The werewolf was suspended in the air, looking up at the Flame Giant Finger, raising his hands and pushing towards the void in the sky, and a vast stream of gray energy rushed into the sky, like a long river, and slammed into the Flame Giant Finger.

And it was just absorbing the first half of the soul flame zombie stood up, stepped hard in the air, bloomed with bursts of silver-white waves, and rushed directly in the direction of the ruins.

The zombie's fist was clenched tightly, and a silvery-white light covered the surface of the palm, like a silver-white fist.

A gust of wind hung up, and the smoke that almost completely submerged the entire ruins dissipated in an instant, and Ning Lou, who was dressed in white, stepped on the air and walked step by step.

Yan Jun had a thick smile on the corner of his mouth, even if the zombie had already pounced, he just raised his wrist slightly, raised a finger, and lightly pointed at the zombie's fist.

The finger fell slightly, and the zombie's body flew out like a lightning strike.

A cloud of smoke and dust rose, and a huge crater appeared on the ground, as if a meteor had fallen from space and landed on the ground.

"It's no fun to fight you here, a battle in the sky!"

Ning Lou shook his head, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and stepped on it fiercely.