The arrow, about three feet long, made of steel, silver-white and covered in demonic patterns, was stuck in Elarith's chest, still trembling and humming.

Hilaris looked at the magic arrow in his chest with a strange expression, as if he didn't believe that he could die so easily under the dark arrow in the demon world.

Although there is still a breath left, but the center of the arrow, the intersection of the hundred liquids, and the balance of the six qi are broken, unless the Da Luo Jin Immortal comes to the world, otherwise you can use the spell to pass the gods, it is also unsavable, as for the resurrection of the dead, it is only a legend, at least the mages who deal with spells all day long do not know that there is such a spell that can bring the dead back to life.

Seeing that he was busy for most of the night and took great risks to get it done, the door to the bright future had just opened a crack in front of him, and he was forcibly shut, and all the mages who were full of hope were furious.

Just now in the dining hall, this hidden person was stirring up the situation, everyone was so busy that they couldn't spare their hands to investigate, but now that the battle is over, they still dare to shoot indiscriminately, it's too rampant, is it really that there is no one in the local mage association?

Of course, the most angry are Peng Zhenhui and Li Yingjian.

Li Yingjian angrily reprimanded, "Good thief guts", flicked his right middle finger, and the sword on his back flew out with a choked sound, turning into a meteor-like silver light, following the vibration traces left in the air when the magic arrow flew straight to the place where it was launched.

Peng Zhenhui raised his arms and shouted: "Follow me!" The leader used a technique to shrink the ground, and went to the building with a pout. All the mages were furious, cutting off people's financial routes, that was the enmity of the heavens, it was rare to be so obedient for the first time, each made his own ability, and ran away with Peng Zhenhui.

Li Yingjian's flying sword was the first to shoot to the rooftop of the building.

Seeing that the flying sword was coming fiercely, Oleg raised his magic wand a little weakly, and a magic arrow from the roulette archery next to him automatically shot out, hitting the flying sword.

The swords and arrows intersected, and there was a loud thunderbolt in the air, bursting into a cloud of blue and white light.

Li Yingjian and Oleg both trembled.

Looking at the place of hand, the magic arrow was actually shattered, and the flying sword was not able to survive, hovering in the air, and flew back to Li Yingjian's hand with a swish.

Li Yingjian took a closer look, only to see a crack in the length of his finger on the sword, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry, this flying sword was he spent a lot of effort to practice, every morning on the top of Penglai to absorb the power of the rising sun, soaked in various precious medicinal materials during the day, and at night to hold this sword to meditate and refine qi to communicate with the mind, ten years of strength, refining the sword spirit, this sword has become the legendary indestructible flying sword that can take people's lives for thousands of miles, of course, now he is just getting started, and he can barely do it by taking people's lives for thousands of miles. If it's a thousand miles, that's. On weekdays, Li Yingjian really loves this sword, and he has always only used it to show off, if he wasn't angry this time, he wouldn't have attacked without thinking.

Seeing that the flying sword was damaged, Li Yingjian was quite heartbroken, and he didn't use it anymore, returned the sword to the sheath, drank the thief's courage, silently estimated the distance, stepped on the seven stars, and walked the nine palaces, which was to cast a spell. But as soon as he recited the incantation, he heard the sharp sound of swishing through the air, and hundreds of silver lights shot out from the roof of the building, inflicting indiscriminate blows on the mages below, among which two arrows were coming towards Li Yingjian, obviously to repay Fang Cai's flying sword attack and killing.

Li Yingjian didn't care about continuing to cast the spell, so he used the displacement spell, and flashed to more than ten meters away, the two magic arrows snatched and nailed to the ground twice, the hard cement pavement cracked inch by inch, wisps of white kept coming out from the cracks, the red light on the magic arrow body flashed slightly, and the air was filled with a strange pungent smell, as if something was burned. Li Yingjian's heart jumped suddenly, feeling bad, and he used the displacement spell continuously, and then he heard the sound of bombardment, and the flames exploded one after another in the place where he stayed, as if someone was holding a bomb and throwing it behind his buttocks.

Seeing that the other mages were also in a hurry, the magic arrow fell and plunged into the ground, and the red light flashed a few times, which would constantly cause a small planned explosion within a hundred meters of the surrounding area, and hundreds of arrows fell to the ground, easily sealing most of the street tightly. The mages trapped in the magic arrow array were screaming and screaming from the explosion, and the wolves were unbearable. Fortunately, Peng Zhenhui and other more than 20 senior mages have excellent skills, and they all showed their skills through the magic arrow array, although they delayed for a moment, they were unharmed, and they were about to continue to move forward, when they suddenly saw a rumbling on the ground in front of them, and collapsed into a big pit, and a huge monster climbed up from the bottom of the pit.

This monster is five meters tall, slightly humanoid, full of criss-crossing seam wounds, smelly and thick blood keeps dripping out of the wound, and then look at the head, three flat and four not round, as if a steamed bun was placed in a pile of miscellaneous things and squeezed for a long time, it is simply impossible to say what shape it is, the face is crooked, the eyes are slanted, the nose is collapsed, one eye is big and the other eye is small, and the green mouth keeps leaving down the mouth, how disgusting it is.

"Carrion!" This was shouted by the older mage.

"Abomination!" This was shouted by the young mage.

Whether it's called an abomination or a carrion, it's the same thing, a kind of death magic, made from the flesh and blood of the dead, it's not a rare thing, and it can be sold on the black market of underground magic in Eastern Europe, seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars a piece. Although this thing is slow and clumsy, it has rough skin and thick flesh, infinite strength, and the most terrifying thing is the germ with death magic on its body, once it is allowed to escape and spread, the germ that spreads alone can cause tens of thousands of civilian deaths. This thing is among the best in the forbidden law directory of the Mage Association, because it kills civilians too much, but it does not pose much threat to mages, and it is a typical strategic kidnapping-like product.

Sure enough, as soon as this thing came out, Peng Zhenhui didn't dare to go around and ignore it no matter how much he hated it, and because he didn't know the depth of the situation on the other side, he couldn't send a mage to investigate and send him to death, even if he gave this order, it was estimated that no one would listen to him, so he stopped at the moment and beckoned everyone to join forces to besiege the abominable carrion monster that suddenly appeared.

Oleg on the rooftop smiled disdainfully, flicked his sleeves, and calmly left with the team.

The chaos caused by magic arrows and abominable rotting corpses quickly subsided.

The most troublesome thing is the abomination of the carrion monster, under the vigorous blow of the mages, it was bombarded into a pile of minced meat, but it was full of germs, and it couldn't be left there and ignored, and then those low-level mages were guilty, this kind of dirty work everyone was unwilling to do it, and it would only be sent down layer by layer, and finally to the low-level mages who could not be sent to push it, so they could only do it themselves. So a group of low-level mages gathered around to clean up the minced meat.

The noise was so loud that the lights of the residential buildings on both sides of the street were turned on, and black figures could be seen standing in front of the windows and watching.

Peng Zhenhui had a big headache, and on the one hand, he hurriedly arranged for people to set up a blinding spell, and on the other hand, he asked people to communicate with the government, preparing to wait for the news of the explosion in the ditch to cover up after dawn.