Chapter 242: Sanctuary? Are You Sure?

The Shadow Phantoms also flew up at this time, and the sound waves of their roar did not cause much damage to the undead souls, but they could make their soul hearts tremble and lose the will to resist.

The ninth-level ghost bone dragon is constantly hovering in the sky on the mountainside, and will immediately kill the lich Sarkozy whenever the opportunity arises. As long as this guy is done, all the troubles will be solved.

The flames outpaced the meteors, and in an instant, they were already closing behind Aaron. With another wave of the Bone Staff in the Lich Lord's hand, the purple rays behind the Flames turned into clusters of purple flames and intertwined with the Flames, like a blooming Death Rose, straight into Aaron's head.

Aaron's face inadvertently showed a hint of admiration, this lich's control of magic had reached a point where he could stop and marvel. But because of this, Aaron's determination to subdue this Lich Lord is also stronger, and his desire is even stronger.

The hand as white as jade slowly greeted, and the dazzling light flowed in the palm of the hand like flowing water, and the massive destructive power had already been condensed in the palm of the hand, ready to rush out at any time to extinguish the flames.

There was a hint of ridicule on the lich's slightly stiff face, although this human felt strange to himself, he was too arrogant, and he even used ** to directly resist his own Death Rose!

Sarkozy snorted coldly in his soul, when was he the most powerful evil minotaur in Oklahoma, I am afraid that he would not dare to be so arrogant.

Under the dance of the white jade bone staff again, several purple rays of light began to emerge and condense, and the purple-black aura of death suddenly burst out in an instant of condensation, spreading like a surging tide. The Nether Bone Dragon, which was instantly covered by the death ripples, suddenly felt that its strength had been greatly weakened, and its previously powerful wings actually had a feeling that they were about to be broken by an external force. A strange and unpredictable power continued to erode its soul, and a deep sleepiness instantly surged up.

"Poof—"

With a muffled sound, the death rose entangled with the blue flame and the purple flame was suddenly grabbed by Alun on the palm of his hand, and a dazzling light continued to shoot out through his fingers, and the purple flame on the periphery did not resist for long before being dispersed by the powerful resistance of the god body, only the pale flame was still burning tenaciously and unyieldingly, and some of the crystal golden light in the palm of the hand was even dispelled a lot by it, and some of the skin in the palm of the hand was actually a little pale with the strong blue flame.

Deeply feeling this rose containing the majestic power of death, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched disdainfully, and said lightly: "Is that it?" With a slight force in his palm, a destructive aura full of violent aura suddenly gushed out, instantly enveloping the flames.

In fact, Alun underestimated Sarkozy's mysterious spell, but the Death Rose does not have to be named, to a certain extent, this Death Rose is eternal, if it weren't for Aaron's god body being too perverted, it wouldn't have been eroded by it for a while, I'm afraid Alun would really suffer a big loss.

At this moment, the Flame had been shot down and enveloped in several arm-thick breaths of destruction, but even then it burned unyieldingly, without the slightest sign of extinguishing.

After striking out the flames, Aaron's figure suddenly burst into flames and catapulted towards the Ghost Bone Dragon.

Sarkozy's side had just released a powerful sorcery spell to trap the ninth-level ghost bone dragon, and his heart trembled suddenly, and the human had already knocked down his Death Rose and jumped towards him at high speed, no, to be precise, it flew in......

"Damn it, Sanctuary!" the lich Sarkozy was immediately shocked, he could fly at will without using flying thaumaturgy, what else could it be other than a terrifying existence at the level of the Sanctuary?

At this moment, Sarkozy's heart was already in turmoil, and he didn't care about the subordinates below who were being slaughtered by the corpse demons and shadow ghosts unscrupulously, and hurriedly waved dozens of death black lights to block Aaron's approach, and immediately urged the ghost bone dragon under his crotch to quickly climb and fly towards the undead palace at the peak.

Aaron accelerated steeply, and the thick aura of destruction instantly enveloped his entire body, and the cursed black light had no effect on the divine body with protective energy at all.

"Respected Sacred Realm powerhouse, the lowly Lich Sarkozy has not offended you, why are you attacking me?" Seeing that the black light of the group had no effect on that terrifying Sanctuary, Sarkozy's heart was extremely horrified, and he asked in a low voice while constantly applying defensive magic to himself.

Aaron still talked nonsense with him at this time, since the other party mistook himself for a Sacred Domain powerhouse, he naturally wouldn't deny it. Judging from the direction in which the newly advanced ghost bone dragon flew, it was clear that the lich was trying to escape back to his palace of the dead. Perhaps there is enough power for him to protect himself hidden in that vast palace of the dead!

Thinking of this, Aaron secretly thought: He must not be allowed to escape back.

Not to mention that if there was really enough power in the palace for him to fight against the powerhouses of the Holy Domain, even the elite army outside the palace would be enough to make his fake Holy Domain return.

With a slam of his left leg, a powerful force surged out, piercing through the wings of several shadows that happened to pass under his feet. The huge body suddenly lost its balance, and tumbled in mid-air towards the boulder jungle on the mountainside, dozens of fallen skeletons and zombies were smashed to pieces, but then countless undead creatures poured into the Shadow Spirit's heart.

With the force of this shock, Aaron's climbing speed suddenly accelerated, and with a flick of his index finger, a fierce destructive force silently shattered several bones connected to the wings of the bone dragon under the lich's crotch, and the soul of the ghost bone dragon suddenly shook violently, and its body fell down unsteadily. The lich, who couldn't fly, naturally fell headlong, but before he could stabilize himself in the air, Aaron had already approached.

"Taste my fists!

Alan sneered, and his powerful iron fist had slammed into Sarkozy's face, almost flattening the lich's entire face. If Sarkozy's strength is not much different from Aaron's, I'm afraid that even the soul heart will stop beating just like this.

Sarkozy didn't feel the pain, but the fear from the depths of his soul made him scream, and before he could react, Aaron slammed into the ground with the collar of his luxurious robe.

The speed increased faster and faster, and finally reached the limit speed of Aaron's current flight, and with a thunderous roar like a meteor, Sarkozy slammed into the hard ground, and the unimaginable countershock instantly shattered the countless defensive magic that Sarkozy had applied to himself.

Under this level of impact, even with the magic shield resisting, the lich felt that his body had been shattered into a patty and his soul had been shattered into pieces......

Slowly falling from mid-air onto the dead ground, Aaron wasn't worried about Sarkozy hanging up like this. A powerful undead creature like him, as long as the soul is immortal, no matter how seriously the damage is, it will not be life-threatening. The Lich can completely recreate a strong **, maybe there are already a few spare ** that he has settled in that palace of the dead!

The flames of the Soul Heart curled up deep in the strongest of skulls, for Sarkozy knew that there was no way for the Soul Heart to escape in front of the Sanctuary.

The body that had already been smashed into flesh shook violently. Although the bones and tendons under the muscles had already been shattered and broken, the unusually hard white jade bone staff was still tightly held in his hand, and the power of death was still condensed.

Sarkozy was lying on the ground, a faint purple demon light flashed in his eye sockets that had gushed out of turquoise plasma, and his soul heart suddenly fluctuated weakly, and said: "Powerful existence, the humble necromancer Sarkozy has lost, and my undead palace will belong to you......"

Alun was silent, just standing quietly in front of Sarkozy and watching him.

Seeing that Aaron didn't react yet, the lich thought about it and hurriedly added: "All, everything belongs to you......"

Aaron smiled slightly, and the face that had been hidden in the blood mist gradually became clearer, and said, "Humble creature, the future will prove that your choice is wise!"

Sarkozy didn't dare to respond, he looked nervously at the terrifying existence in front of him, after all, this terrifying existence could easily tear itself to pieces even if he was not injured, and the experience just now was still very clear in his soul!

"I, Great Blood Lord, Aaron Iverson, need a powerful servant!"

It's not that Aaron has suddenly become soft-hearted, it's that this lich's mental power is too strong. Even if the other party now loses all the will to resist because he misjudged that he is a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, he may not be able to plant the spiritual seed into his soul without hindrance. A mage who has already begun to delve into witchcraft before becoming a lich is unknown if his spiritual seed is forcibly planted.

Unlike Gerald, the undead demon who regained purgatory, Gerald was not only wounded in his soul at that time, but also had the silver dragon by his side to help suppress it, and now he is alone.

Suddenly hearing this request, the Lich Sarkozy's eyes suddenly became condensed and cold, and the incomparably treacherous aura began to condense in the depths of his soul, and the cold voice sounded again: "The necromancer Sarkozy, who yearns for peace and admires freedom, can submit to the strong, but he will never be a slave to anyone, including the gods......"

Longing for peace, advocating freedom, and being called "necromancer" only human beings......

Aaron had already learned something about Sarkozy's situation from Lord Shadow, and immediately smiled: "That's great, Sarkozy! That's right, the poet of the immortal soul loves freedom and enjoys life. It's just that in the chaotic land of Oklahoma, all we see, hear, and encounter is callous, murderous bastards. Who here can understand the romance in your soul, Sarkozy, where your beautiful poetry is ridiculed and ridiculed by the shit, and your romantic longings are spurned and cursed by them......"

Aaron's words caused the fire of the lich's soul to flicker.