Chapter 240: Collecting Little Brother Wildly

The speed at which the shadow stealth thaumaturgy consumes strength is very small, and Aaron has been sneaking for most of the day, and his spirit is not tired. Although stealth was much worse than flying thaumaturgy, it only took less than seven days for Aaron to reach Narnia without a sound while traveling at full speed.

Narnia, the lair of the Silver Fox Legion, but in the territory of Oklahoma, the Silver Fox Legion doesn't even dare to come on half a foot.

After entering Oklahoma, Aaron's first goal was to target the group of corpse demons who had been following the corpse king. Raising his hand, he summoned a shadow ghost, and Aaron leapt forward, instantly blending into the thick black fog that swirled continuously.

Oklahoma's forces are extremely complex and chaotic, and Allen does not want to provoke too many unnecessary disputes, so he chooses to march along the edge of Oklahoma.

Gradually, the familiar outline of the mountains appeared in front of Aaron's eyes, and he could reach the territory of the corpse demon after walking for half a day. But now there was a valley, and a group of ghost warriors roamed back and forth on the ground below.

With the help of memory, the shadow ghost hovered back and forth in the sky with impunity. There are few powerful beings on Oklahoma's outer borders that can threaten it.

The Shadow flew lower and lower, and finally flew almost close to the top of the trees, the tall trees speeding down below. Suddenly, Aaron's gaze froze, and a withered forest appeared in front of him, dozens of swarthy caverns constantly swirling with the familiar aura of death.

It's here!

Aaron's heart moved, and the shadow ghost let out a fierce roar, and the thick aura of death pressed down into the cave, and the high-level aura of the seventh-level shadow ghost had already caused some low-level undead creatures near the woods to escape.

Roar ......

Under the provocation of the shadow ghost, several low roars suddenly came from the bottom of the cave, although the rank of these corpse demons was lower than that of the shadow ghost, but the combat power was not much worse than this seventh-level shadow ghost. Therefore, although the death power of the Shadow Phantom made them feel extremely heavy pressure, it still could not make them succumb.

It's just that if they don't give in, they don't give in, if these corpse demons want to rush out of the cave and the shadow ghosts like this, they don't seem to have the courage, because they sense a breath deeply imprinted in their souls - the corpse demon king!

Obviously, after the ninth-level corpse demon king Bei Arun surrendered and left here, another king appeared in the corpse demon group here.

Afraid of the few powerful breaths outside the cave, the corpse demons cowered in the depths of the cave with peace of mind, anyway, these caves were extended in all directions, twists and turns were extremely deep, and they were not afraid of any harm that those intruders would cause to them.

The shadow ghost roared a few times, and the aura of death and the signal of provocation kept coming, but those corpse demons just didn't come out, and insisted on pursuing obscene tactics!

Alun was slightly surprised in his heart, thinking that when he first came, these corpse demons were all a bunch of hot-blooded and angry young people, but he didn't expect to suffer a big loss, but this time he learned to be obedient.

Is it useful to just shrink into the ground?

Aaron smiled slightly, jumped off the back of the shadow ghost, and flew directly into the deep black cavern. For Aaron, who possessed the god body, all of the terrain that was originally excellent for defense became useless. On the contrary, hiding in their respective caves gave Aaron a chance to break them one by one, and there was no way back.

Entering the caves, Aaron discovered that these underground caverns were indeed very deep, and the further down he flew, the higher the temperature he could feel. After flying for one or two hundred meters in his twisted intestines, Aaron finally found his target.

In the crimson passage, a corpse demon with purple-red skin was bathing in a steam bath, and he responded to a few low roars from time to time in response to the shadow provocations that came from time to time on the passage, but there was no awareness or expression of a strong enemy at all.

As soon as Aaron's figure walked in, the corpse demon's nose wrinkled violently, as if it had smelled a trace of an unusual smell. He jerked his head up and looked upwards, only to see a human smiling and floating down towards him.

The danger signal suddenly surged into the heart of the corpse demon, and the tall body bowed suddenly, and the incomparably hot corpse qi carried the geothermal heat and instantly turned into a red flame and rushed towards Aaron.

After swinging the red flame, the corpse demon roared angrily, and kicked its legs violently, like a cannonball out of the chamber, and a pair of huge iron fists condensed a terrifying violent force, and no one was afraid to see such a might.

The smile on Aaron's face remained unchanged, although the power of the corpse demon was strong, it was already a small skill for Aaron, who had a tenth-level strength.

It seems to be slow, but in fact, he quickly stretched out a whole palm, and when he was about to collide with the corpse demon's Chiyan, Aaron's palm turned slightly, and a destructive force that was more violent and crazy than the power of death surged out like a flood without a levee, and before the corpse demon could react, Chiyan was instantly submerged. The remnants of the destructive power continued to surge towards the corpse demon's pair of iron fists, and the overwhelming power poured in, instantly destroying the corpse demon's will to resist, and a spiritual seed was also gently planted at the same time, and quickly took root and sprouted, and a seventh-level servant corpse was easily subdued like this.

............

After taking in all the dozens of corpse demons in the withered jungle in one go, Aaron finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Under the test of releasing dozens of spiritual seeds in a row, even if Aaron's spiritual power had become more tenacious and strong under the forging of one and a half drops of divine power, he couldn't help but feel a little weak and wilted.

Eleven servants stood in a neat row, and Aaron looked at the newly acquired undead servants in front of him and began to secretly calculate, counting Gerald and the two immortals, there were still four servants needed for the eighteen nodes.

After tidying up a relatively clean place in the clearing next to the Blighted Jungle, Aaron quickly spread out a black robe and sat down cross-legged, slowly but steadily recuperating the spiritual power he had just consumed. The spiritual power consumed by the eleven spirit seeds would not have recovered so quickly for a while, but with the replenishment of Oklahoma's abundant and rich death qi and chaotic elemental power, Aaron frantically devoured all the elements of power around him, and the recovery of the destruction qi was quite fast.

While regaining his strength in an orderly manner, Aaron secretly wondered what targets to find next. Each of the targets that the Shadow Lord has provided for himself is a powerful undead creature with a lot of power, and it will not be a problem to make up the remaining four gaps if he recovers any of them.

Lord Shadow's voice seemed to linger in Aaron's ears, and the names slowly drifted by...... Suddenly, his mind was fixed on one name, Necromancer Sarkozy. This powerful immortal at least has the strength of a high-level top rank, and it is even very likely to enter the tenth level. With his undead sorcery and his own power, he controls three mountains and two valleys on the outskirts of Oklahoma, and countless undead minions are subservient to his feet.

Witchcraft is treacherous and evil, especially in terms of curses, which are more mysterious and poisonous than Aaron's curse magic, and even more difficult to prevent. It's just that this guy who would frown when anyone meets him has just become his nemesis for Aaron. Gods are immune to most spells, especially cursed spells. As long as the strength of the opponent's magic is not strong, no matter how treacherous and evil Sarkozy's witchcraft is, it will not cause him any harm.

Maybe the strength of a high-level top-level magic power will cause some minor trouble for Aaron, but how many more magic can Sarkozy unleash at such a strength?

Although the corpse demon can cast spells and curse magic, the corpse demon is only a creature evolved from zombies after all, and the innate rank has limited the potential of magic power. Sarkozy was different, for he was a lich, a rank above the corpse. Perhaps Sarkozy can make up for the shortcomings of Aaron's low combat power in the corpse, and Aaron himself may be able to learn some of the essence of curse magic from it!

After determining the next target, Aaron quietly closed his eyes, and the chaotic elemental power of Oklahoma surged, constantly transforming into pure destruction under the crazy devouring of the destruction qi, quickly replenishing the power consumed by Aaron.

The mountains rise like a sword striking the sky.

At the top of the Thousand Male Bees, where the air of death has thinned out, a golden palace sits alone on the top of a mountain that is the lair of the Lich Sarkozy.

As a powerful lich, Sarkozy's fetishes are a source of confusion for his men. For example, he likes fresh and pure air and warm sunshine......

He likes anything that the undead don't like, and that's why he chooses to build the palace on top of this drone. Here, he could enjoy some sunshine through the thin dead air every day.

The red sun rose as usual, and the warm golden sun shone through the thin dead air on the top of the mountain. Day after day, Sarkozy appeared on a smooth rock in front of the palace, as usual.

Today, he was wearing a jet-black robe, the skirt of the robe swayed lightly in the wind, faintly exuding a faint brilliance, and a white jade bone staff was gently held in his hand.

Standing on the rock, the lich Sarkozy stared at the rising sun behind the mountains in the distance, suddenly, he waved the white jade bone staff in his hand, the movement was so elegant, a dazzling purple light appeared around him, and an unbelievable, masculine voice suddenly sounded: "Ah......hh

Damn, is this a lich? No, I must have heard me wrong, how could a lich sing such beautiful poetry?

A few unquenchable laughs abruptly interrupted Sarkozy's Yaxing, apparently the Lich's most capable servants. Sarkozy was so annoyed that he waved his staff lightly, and the mysterious light that had been hovering him disappeared without warning, while several screams and begs for mercy were heard from the palace.