When the Necromantic King heard this, he was stunned suddenly, and suddenly began to be confused: "Wu Yuanshuang?

As he spoke, a confused look appeared on his face, as if he was trying to remember.

Feng Que saw that he looked confused, and his heart was overjoyed, and he had to call out the other party's name very suddenly, which was really disrespectful according to his seniority.

But after all, the other party is a necromancy, and if he prevaricates his words perfunctorily, maybe he can buy some time, so that even if the time limit in the Shura field is up, his own human race will at least lose less.

Wu Yuanshuang was really a little confused, but he quickly calmed down, began to nod his head incessantly, and said to himself: "Wu Yuanshuang, yes, I am Wu Yuanshuang, if I am not, who else is Wu Yuanshuang." ”

Feng Que looked at its strange appearance, and only wished that the other party would be confused all the time, but he knew that if he wanted to delay time at this moment, he only threw away one question after another, so that the other party had no room to think.

At that moment, he asked continuously: "You are indeed Wu Yuanshuang, but a person in the Divine Domain, the guardian sect of the Terran Race, in addition, do you know that in front of you are all disciples of the Terran Race, it is strange to say, why do you want to go against the Terran Race?"

The Necromantic King was a little overwhelmed by his series of words, and began to think about it, while saying: "I am Wu Yuanshuang, I am a human race, and you are also a human race, but why should I go against you?"

Feng Que sneered: "If you kill the Terran, don't you kill our own people, since you are a Terran, why do you want to kill your own people?"

Wu Yuanshuang was still thinking about the previous question, but he didn't think about it, and threw out a few more words, and then turned his half-flesh and half-bone head and said: "Yes, why is this? Ah, my head is a little messy and a little painful." ”

Feng Que was secretly happy in his heart, wishing that the other party would continue to fall into the myth, in this rare time, and at this moment, his spiritual power has recovered a lot, and he should have the strength to fight again.

Wu Yuanshuang suddenly raised his head suddenly, but instead of the confused state of thought, he said with a cold face:

"I remember, I'm not a human race, but a necromancer, the necromancer only knows how to kill, and where can I care so much, so I only know, destroy and suck the enemy in front of me, and the rest don't have to think about it, think about it, it's better not to think about it, kill you, you don't have to think about it. ”

Feng Que was helpless, and couldn't help but regret a little, he had too many problems just now, and it actually backfired, this guy actually gave up all his problems and found a reason that even he was convinced of.

The reason is really simple and straightforward, that is, if he kills you, he doesn't have to think about anything, and this way of thinking is indeed in line with his necromantic duty.

But he didn't give up, and said in the other directions: "There are demon clans and demon clans over there, as well as spirit beasts, you can kill them, you don't have to think about it!"

Wu Yuanshuang blinked twice and replied, "If I kill you, I'll kill them immediately." ”

Feng Que was dumbfounded, speechless to the extreme, he even felt that the necromancer in front of him actually understood everything, he was simply teasing himself, or the other party was a tendon and was thirsty for killing, which was definitely not a reason to explain.

Feng Que struggled to stand up, and said with a smile on his face again: "Okay, since you don't want to think about it, then you can only fight again, come on!"

The Necromantic King said with a little snort: "You were lucky to avoid it before, and this time, you can't hide anyway." ”

Hearing this, the human races who were fighting and watching fiercely, including Feng Que, all sank in their hearts.

It seems that this necromantic king still has some energy left in the past, and he has not used his full strength, and now he is finally about to use his true terrifying skills.

But the arrow is on the bow, but it has to be sent, and now there is no way to back down, only to fight hard.

Feng Que showed a resolute and resolute look on his face, and he made up his mind in his heart that even if he couldn't defeat this Necromantic King, at least the other party would suffer corresponding damage!

......

Under the command of that celebrity youth, the Terran disciples in the due south region were fighting against the necromantic army in full swing.

It's just that with the passage of time, many Terran disciples have greatly lost their physical strength, and the number of necromancers has an absolute advantage, so they are still in a stalemate.

But even so, the situation is extremely unoptimistic, because the Terrans have already lost one-fifth of the previous encounters, and now they have lost one-fifth again under the crush of the army of necromancy.

If it weren't for the proper command of this celebrity Terran youth, the harmonious tactical coordination, the concerted efforts of all the Terran disciples, and the outstanding performance of many disciples in the Great Cultivation Period, I am afraid that more people would have died.

Cinnabar and Yun Haoxuan were in the protection range of the Terran disciples, and they were also the last ones, but in order to protect them, in fact, the eight spiritual cultivators including them were only surrounded by more than ten Terran disciples.

First, the battle at the front is tight, and there is really not much manpower assigned to protect it.

Second, they are spiritual cultivators, but they are basically above the cultivation period in terms of cultivation, so in terms of self-protection, they can also persist for a while.

In order to alleviate the pressure of the necromantic army, they even asked the more than a dozen Terran disciples around them not to protect them, but to rush into the necromantic team to fight hard.

But these disciples who protected them said that this was a death order issued by Feng Que, and they would protect the eight of them no matter what, and they would not retreat.

Cinnabar and Yun Haoxuan understood in their hearts that the previous spiritual cultivator of the human race, for some reason, was actually assassinated by an extremely mysterious assassin, and Feng Que also firmly believed that the other party's move must have a deep meaning, so he would make such a decision.

These remaining spiritual cultivators can't continue to be damaged no matter what, otherwise, even if they leave the Shura Field and enter the Great Altar of Life and Death, I'm afraid that after losing their spiritual cultivators, they will only be dead.

Cinnabar and Yun Haoxuan are well versed in the lack of wind and painstaking efforts, so they are not refusing, but they have never had time to relax, they only release their divine sense, and keep performing immobilization techniques on those dead spirits.

Especially during this period of time, Cinnabar has improved very quickly, especially after entering the cultivation period, it seems that the scope and number of fixation have increased greatly, and his spiritual power is continuous and profound, so it is also crazy to cast, and the spirit is not stopped.

Rao is Terran disciples have a limited number, and there is actually a team of about twenty necromancers, who actually spotted the gap and covered up in their direction, which surprised the surrounding disciples.

Cinnabar was engrossed in the "immobilization technique", but he didn't care about his side for half a minute, and a necromancer crossed several human disciples, and suddenly appeared on the side of Cinnabar, and slashed with a knife.

The invisible sword power is also quite amazing. Cinnabar only felt that there was wind on the back of his neck, and when he suddenly turned around, an extremely vicious skeletal face appeared for no reason, and he was also shocked at the moment.

Just as he regained his divine sense and hurriedly put the golden life force into operation, the invisible broadsword had already fallen from his head.

Cinnabar's eyes froze, thinking that he was secretly complaining in his heart, and he was in a hurry, it seems that he stretched out his head and shrunk his head today, and now the golden life force is moving, and it still has not reached the neck, and it seems that he will be unlucky today.