Merlin reappears in the graveyard, this time quickly hiding his aura, but is still spotted by the lich when he first comes out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three lichs floated in the air, Merlin sighed, he didn't have any weapons around him, what should I do? spell spells? Don't make trouble, the other party can make a sorcerer-level lich, and Merlin What about an intermediate mage, this is a fart.

The three lichs sensed Merlin, but did not find Merlin's location. One of the lichs unleashed a spell summoned by the undead. In an instant, a large number of skeleton soldiers and skeleton archers climbed up in the cemetery, damn it, Merlin looked into the distance, what kind of cemetery is this? mages are actually buried here, and those skeleton mages hold this staff and exude the magic fluctuations of magicians.

However, Merlin was grateful to the lich, who wanted to find him through the skeleton soldiers, and Merlin happened to steal the weapon from them.

Crushing a skeleton soldier with his hand, Merlin snatched the sword from his hand. Three lichs in the sky stared at Merlin, who was quickly slashing the skeleton soldiers.

One of the lich white skeletons pointed its finger at Merlin, "I remember killing you just now, why are you here intact?"

"Huh... Do you have a memory?" Merlin stared at the lich in the air.

"Isn't this nonsense, I was the one who killed you just now. I'm still wondering why you're in front of us intact. The lich's soul flame was beating, and it was clear he didn't know what was going on.

It stands to reason that they (the lich) are the product of the trial, how can they have the memory to kill me? What is this?

Merlin noticed that there were three blood streaks on his hand, one of which had disappeared and only a shallow trail remained.

"Could this be a trial life pattern?" Merlin's eyelids twitched, the trial life pattern is the life given in the endless trial, a life pattern represents a life, when the life pattern is all gone, it means that the trial has failed, and there will be no death in the trial. But the soul will be forever locked up in the remnants of the trial.

Merlin stared at the red life lines on his hand, "Now, it seems to be too big." No, no, I need to explain why these lichs still remember me. ”

"What a strange human being, I feel a delicious and powerful soul in you. Does the reason for your immortality have anything to do with your weak and powerful soul, which is the opposite of your body?" said the lich, sucking his finger at Merlin.

"It shouldn't have anything to do with that, but then again, where is this place?" Merlin asked the lich in the sky.

The three lichs looked at each other and all let out an eerie laugh, "Ahahahaha, you didn't know what this place was and broke in?"

Whoosh -

The flickering sword pierced through a laughing lich and was killed directly under the trembling gaze of the other two lichs.

"Eh, it turns out that the undead are also afraid, so if I ask you anything, you can answer anything, your laughter is terrible. A cold light flashed in Merlin's eyes, and his usually gentle smile turned into a cruel one.

A large number of black flames appeared on Merlin's body, these flames had no temperature, but all the places covered by the flames were burned, even the space was no exception.

Merlin sneered, just now I tried to communicate with the Supreme Divine Seat of Evil, and found that I can actually get in touch, then this is definitely not a trial space, and I still have two lives that can be squandered, so what nonsense is there with these evil pen lichs?

The two lichs in the sky looked at Merlin in horror, their soul flames trembling and beating violently. The soul flame in the eyes of the undead jumped sharply, indicating that they were afraid, they didn't understand why the weak Merlin suddenly became so powerful, powerful? No, just strong and indescribable Merlin at this moment, is this human being a monster? Even gods don't have such great power.

Several lich demons had also seen god-level powerhouses when they died, after all, the Valley of the Dead here was a product of god-level powerhouses after the war. However, even the god-level they had seen did not have the terrifying and overwhelming strength of Merlin's current power, and they were convinced that even the god-level in their memory was vulnerable to Merlin's hands. No, maybe a look, no, it only takes a thought to crush it.

"Oh, is this the Valley of the Dead? Your souls have told me the answer. Now that we know where this is, we don't need you. Merlin smiled wickedly, staring at the two lichs in the air.

The third Satan, Merlin's past life, is the existence of one of the several supreme gods who stood at the apex of the gods. He climbed up step by step from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, from the weakest to the strongest, and he left a lot of legends in the demon world. It's a pity that he hung up a few years after becoming the third term.

"Merlin, Merlin, what's wrong with you, suddenly you fell asleep, and you didn't wake up no matter how much you screamed. ”

When Merlin opened his eyes again, Joan of Arc's big beautiful eyes were staring at him, Merlin looked at Joan of Arc, stretched, and smiled, "It's okay, I'm just too tired." ”

"You liared to the ghost? You can only sleep and eat in the Garden of Eden, but also take advantage of me, can you be tired?" Joan of Arc stood in front of Merlin dissatisfied, looking at Merlin angrily.

"Wow, you're right, you left me speechless. Well, don't be angry, there's good news. Merlin looked at Joan of Arc with a lewd smile.

Joan of Arc was clever and clasped her arms in her hands, "You... What do you want to do? I'm telling you, it's still too early. ”

"No, no, no, I mean we can get out. Where do you want to go?" Merlin looked at Joan of Arc helplessly, did she look like a bad person?

Joan of Arc exhaled "What, I thought... Wait, what did you just say?"

"Eh, should I say that you are naturally good, or are you unresponsive?" Merlin sighed, to be honest, a month of getting along with each other had completely collapsed the image of the saint in Merlin's mind. Isn't it a cute and natural beautiful girl in front of you? Shouldn't the memory be an iron-blooded and ruthless saintess knight? Are you worthy of your setting? bastard.