The necromancer looked at Wang Zheng with only one emotion hidden in it, and that was a sense of excitement at seeing the hunt.

"What a creation favored by the heavens, such a majestic vitality, I don't know how many times more than the descendant of a certain god that I have worked so hard to obtain. ”

"Such a powerful vitality is only possessed by the legendary powerful race. ”

"It's a pity that you don't have the strength to match such a body. You're too young......"

The necromancer muttered to herself, looking at Wang Zheng with the same gaze as she looked at the artwork, and even in the end, she couldn't help but stretch out her dry palm and subconsciously touch Wang Zheng's cheek.

And at this moment, Wang Zheng's voice sounded faintly in the empty secret room: "This beauty...... Well, let's just say it's a beauty, don't think that you can play hooligan casually when the night is dark and the wind is high. ”

There was a bit of ridicule in Wang Zheng's voice, and in the horrified gaze of the necromancer, Wang Zheng's eyes were clear, and he looked at her with a smile.

The necromancer suddenly had a death aura surging around him, and his whole body suddenly retreated from a distance of ten or so steps in the blurred air, and looked at Wang Zheng with a look of disbelief: "How is it possible! How can you break free from my spiritual magic." ”

Wang Zheng stretched out a finger and shook it: "To be exact, it's not that you are free from your spiritual magic, but that your spiritual magic is useless to this seat at all." ”

Wang Zheng's expression was relaxed, but the necromancer had a hideous face, she opened her mouth and screamed, and suddenly the rich aura of death turned into an ugly-looking banshee phantom on her face.

The banshee's mouth cracked to her ear, turning into a large, hideous mouth covered with jagged fangs, and a piercing sound wave like a knife scraping glass, erupted from her mouth and shot out in all directions.

Wherever the sound wave passed, everything in the secret room below was like sand, collapsing, decomposing, and turning into fine dust in an instant. Even the land was cracked by sonic waves, scraping off layer after layer.

The sound waves set off a gale that swept through the dust, stirring up a ring of dust that rolled and spread in all directions.

Everything fell apart in the sound waves, and the ground was centered on the necromancer, sinking rapidly, even if the entire underground chamber was guarded by a magic array, it instantly became full of holes.

When the banshee stopped screaming, everything in the pit—tables, chairs, bones, earth, and even hard stones—was broken down into dust and blown away!

Banshee's Howl, a method that most necromancers do, is very versatile and practical. It has both sound wave and soul powers.

It is even rumored that the howl of a god-level banshee can easily shatter a small world!

"It's a pity......" After the banshee's howl, the necromancer looked out of breath, but she still shook her head with pity, obviously she was heartbroken for destroying Wang Zheng's excellent experimental material.

But there is no way, everything must be based on safety, as long as you live, everything can be hopeful.

"yes, that's a pity. ”

In the silent air, Wang Zheng's response suddenly echoed, and the necromancer looked in the direction of the source of the sound in horror, only to see that there was a void, and Wang Zheng's figure was suspended in mid-air.

"Sanctuary ......"

The visible fluctuations in the space made her swallow and spat hard, and she knew that she had kicked the iron plate.

Of course, this can't be blamed on her, who would have thought that Wang Zheng's breath of life was so majestic and vigorous, obviously a young man, but with the strength of the Holy Domain?

Who would have thought that a proud Sanctuary-level powerhouse would play such a childish game with himself?

Looking at the frightened necromancer, Wang Zheng shook his head with some pity: "Using the meditation method of the Great Road Goods, cultivating to the third order, and trying to transform your soul into the soul of a banshee, I have to say that you are a genius." It's a pity that this path is wrong. ”

Wang Zheng, who had read through the books in the library of the Kingdom of Gama, naturally saw her details after she cast the banshee's howl.

Like any cultivation system, the process of cultivation is actually a process of leaping into the life situation, merging into heaven and earth, and then becoming heaven and earth on its own.

And the necromancer in front of her was able to burst out the Banshee's howl with such a powerful power at the third order, and even had a faint shadow of innate magic, it was undoubtedly that she was trying to transform her soul into a Banshee Soul.

But in Wang Zheng's view, such a path is wrong. It's just a banshee, it's too LO, and it's probably not as good as continuing to transform itself with human transformation.

Just as Wang Zheng was thinking about her path of giving up her potential in order to increase her strength as soon as possible, there was a pop, and in Wang Zheng's unexpected gaze, the necromancer knelt on the spot......

The emaciated corpse-like necromancer knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply, and prayed in a sincere tone:

"The holy domain is in front, there are no eyes, and I ask the seniors to pity the juniors and let the juniors go once. ”

Wang Zheng had a mirror in his heart, he knew that the necromancer in front of him, who could even abandon his face and potential, did everything to treat her younger brother.

In her heart, there is hope in life. In order to live, dignity or something, she can easily give up.

What's more, in the face of a fourth-order powerhouse, kneeling and begging for mercy may not be giving up dignity, but a very wise choice.

Looking down at the unresisting necromancer, Wang Zheng touched his chin: "Such a good genius, if it is wasted, it seems a bit of a pity?"

So, Wang Zheng immediately made a decision, and the true qi in his palm converged, turning into a symbol as red as blood, and then slapped the top of the necromancer's head without hesitation.

The howling wind made her look up in horror, but the terrifying power was not something she could resist at all, and she could only watch Wang Zheng slap her head with a palm.

However, the expected death did not come, on the contrary, the necromancer clearly felt that a strange and vicious symbol had been implanted in his spiritual world by the fourth-order powerhouse in front of him.

This is the sacrificial seal of this seat, and when the sacrificial seal moves, all kinds of thoughts are involuntary. Even if this seat orders you to kill your brother, you will not resist under the seal of your heart. ”

Wang Zheng's tone was gloomy, making the necromancer's face pale pale.

Seeing the necromancer's desperate look, Wang Zheng felt that the fire was almost over, and only then did he smile kindly:

"Of course, you are a smart person, a smart person who knows how to advance and retreat, as long as you are obedient enough, this seat will not use the sacrificial heart seal to control your mind. I just want to tell you that there are so many means in this seat that you don't dare to think about it. Including the treatment of the sick and the wounded......"

As soon as Wang Zheng's words fell, the light in the necromancer's eyes seemed to be gushing out!