As soon as Zheng Hao finished speaking, there was a huge commotion in the castle, it was a large number of skeletons and other undead legions, and there were many types of troops, gargoyles, undead warriors, death knights, and even abomination, I have to say that the power accumulated by this lich is quite 'strong'.

However, in Zheng Hao's eyes, these were just materials for activating that forbidden spell. "Teacher, although you have a ...... Well...... The Frost Dragon is here, but this sea of the dead shouldn't be so easy to kill! Hua Qiangu looked embarrassed.

Zheng Hao smiled: "They only need to contain now, and when I kill that lich, this legion will be mine." I saw that the frost sorrow in Zheng Hao's hand once again glowed with cold light, and Zheng Hao once again recited a majestic and terrifying incantation, and the cemetery collapsed from the center into a huge pool of blood. Countless bloodied skeletons and zombies crawled out of the pool of blood, and in just a few moments they amassed a sizable legion.

Zheng Hao ordered the undead Shi Ge Spear to lead the legion to charge into battle, while he and Hua Qiangu stood out of thin air. The lich on the other side was also frightened, there was no such creature as a dragon in this world, let alone this kind of undead dragon. I saw that the undead dragon spread its wings and swooped down, setting off a storm, and the weight of the skeleton itself was light, so naturally it couldn't be stopped, and it was overturned in an instant.

Goodbye, the blue light on the chest of the undead dragon was sheng, and he lowered his head and let out a breath, and instantly devoured a large army of the undead. Zheng Hao was distressed to see it in the air, you must know that these undead legions are the materials he used to launch the 'Undead Catastrophe' later, which have been burned to ashes, how can they be used.

Of course, it wasn't just Zheng Hao who was distressed, but the lich Louis couldn't sit still, regardless of whether he would be exposed or not, and walked up to the castle wall, the skull wand in his hand shining brightly. He was a mage, so naturally it was impossible to fight the undead dragon hand-to-hand, a huge magic array appeared in the sky, and the acolyte in front of him began to cut themselves one by one.

Zheng Hao could see that the lich was clearly launching a sacrificial magic. Zheng Hao expressed no interest in what the Lich Sacrifice could summon, and even if there were, there was no need to wait for him to summon it, and when he was caught, it would be okay to seize the memory in his mind before killing him.

"Xiao Gu, you wait, if you're bored, command the undead dragon." After saying that, Zheng Hao flew towards the lich, and in just an instant, Zheng Hao appeared in front of the lich. Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, the lich took a step back in panic, "Who are you?" ”

"The one who wants your life." As he spoke, Zheng Hao pinched the lich's throat with his true qi and lifted him up. The lich's hoarse voice rattled and said, "I'm a dead man myself, do you think you can pinch me to death again?" He was naturally fearless, not to mention that he thought Zheng Hao couldn't kill him, even if he killed him, he could naturally use the Horcrux to be reborn.

As a master of playing with souls, the lich would have few Horcruxes in case of trouble. But Zheng Hao's next words made him desperate, "I see, you still have Horcruxes, but it doesn't matter, the cursed fire of hell can destroy all your Horcruxes along your soul breath." ”

Zheng Hao began to seize the lich's memory, still using the same method, using the inheritance jade slip to store the memory first, and then slowly delete it when he was free later, leaving only the knowledge inheritance. However, Zheng Hao obviously overestimated this lich, and only had more than a hundred years of memory, and only about fifteen or sixteen years of inherited knowledge after deletion and reduction.

And he made such a big move, what he wanted to summon was just an ordinary low-level demon, and his strength was about the same as that of hellfire, not to mention Zheng Hao, even the breath of the undead Shi Ge spear, and it was also an existence that could never be taken over, which made Zheng Hao a little crying and laughing.

Summoning a Hellfire, Zheng Hao threw the Lich over, and the Hellfire gave him a 'warm' hug, yes, it was indeed hot. The lich quickly turned to ashes, and the strength of the True Martial Realm was just like that, and after being blocked by Zheng Hao's magic power, there was no possibility of struggling to survive at all.

After the lich's death, all the undead legions quickly came to a standstill, staring blankly around, the sound of skeletons rattling one after another, and wondering if they were talking or wondering how they were here. Of course, this is Zheng Hao's imagination, those high-level undead may have some consciousness, but the lowest-level skeletons have no idea, no brain, what else can they think.

Zheng Hao made the bone dragon and the zombie also stop, and the hundreds of thousands of undead legions in front of him were enough to launch the 'Undead Disaster'. Strictly speaking, the Undead Scourge is a plague magic that can be carried by different strengths, but once it has been formed, it is enough to devour all enemies in the face of the Scourge.

There is no need to prepare any more immediately, it is all ready-made. Zheng Hao inserted the frost sorrow into the ground, and a faint blue light flowed into the ground along the gap in the wall, spreading out in all directions. The spell sounded, as if the whole world was echoing with that evil spell.

The eerie blue streamer was like a lead, and the flames ignited, quickly wrapping around each skeleton, then the undead warriors, knights, gargoyles, and abominations...... Their skin is covered with unique runes, which are preparations for transformation.

Then, as the voice of Zheng Hao's incantation was high, cold flames burned in their eyes, and the runes on their bodies began to diffuse ominous gases. These gases have no effect on those above the Martial Soul Realm, but against those below the Martial Soul Realm, this is the source of the plague.

The Undead Scourge is an ancient plague magic, and its most ferocious thing is not to resurrect the dead, but to spread like a biochemical virus, and many times, a single scratch is enough to create a Scourge warrior. But the undead scourge is also easier to control, the control of this magic is in Zheng Hao's hands, and when everything is over, Zheng Hao only needs one thought to make all the people infected with the undead disaster a thing of the past.

"Master, is this the powerful magic you are talking about?" Hua Qiangu swallowed his saliva in shock, and Zheng Hao smiled: "With this army, it is enough for us to push to any corner of the world." ”