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This idea is not very good as a person who has to fight every day, and of course Yao Shijue is also restraining himself.

Unless he is helpless, under normal circumstances, Yao Shijue would not call anyone, but now it has to be like this.

He didn't know the limit of the resilience of the Necromantic Qikui, and he couldn't crack the metamorphosis recovery power by using many means, and it was estimated that if he continued to fight, he would only be consumed alive.

"I see, but with such a recovery force, it is estimated that none of us present can do anything, after all, few of us don't know magic!" Monkey Sebu looked solemn, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Cut, there are still too few magic that can be used!" Yao Shijue looked embarrassed, feeling a little embarrassed by his knowledge of magic.

"At this time, it's good what kind of light magic will be used, just look at those skeleton looks like you know that you are afraid of light magic and the like!"

Thinking of this, a light flashed in Yao Shijue's mind, and he suddenly woke up, isn't there a dragon inheritance, although it is incomplete, maybe there are one or two light magic left, but now he is excited in vain, and he is not friendly to the light element.

"Ahem, no one knows what I'm thinking in my heart, and I won't be scolded for being stupid!" Yao Shijue sighed, "If there is one,!"

Before he finished speaking, the old dog on the side took out a few magic props unusually calmly, each of which was a very thin piece of paper, on which a trace of light magic flowed from time to time.

"Poof!"

A few magic props were opened by the old dog, and several light magic appeared, and he calmly said to Yao Shijue: "Go and drag them!"

"Okay, you're still well prepared!" Yao Shijue agreed, and his figure was already galloping out, its bright one-eyed pupils pulling out an orange-yellow straight line in the dark night.

Roar!

The output is all by roaring, Yao Shijue is now addicted to roaring, and he has to roar when he fights.

Buzz Buzz!

Layers of afterimages were pulled out, and Yao Shijue's degree once again broke the sound barrier, and wisps of mist mixed with sparks emerged from his fist, which was caused by the friction between the fist and the air.

Boom!

Only Yao Shijue stepped forward to fight, and the monkey Saibu did not move, because his fighting style was as rough as Yao Shijue, and after the change, both of them were not small, and there might be a situation that hindered the other party.

In addition, the biggest reason is that the monkey Seb is used to fighting alone.

Bang bang bang!

Just as he was thinking about it, Monkey Sebu saw that Yao Shijue had rushed to the front of the Necromantic Qikui.

Yao Shijue, who has a hard physique as powerful as a fifth-order human and metamorphosis recovery power, chooses the most direct face in the face of the attack of the Necromantic Seven Kui.

Isn't it true that as the saying goes, offense is the best defense.

One punch was better than another, and the overwhelming offensive temporarily suppressed several skeletons, and Yao Shijue shuttled back and forth between the Necromantic Qikui, almost dragging the Necromantic Qikui with him alone.

But the reason why the Seven Kui of the Necromancy is so famous is not due to their mysterious whereabouts, but because of the real fight.

Yao Shijue's actions at this time seemed to have violated the dignity of the Seven Kui of the Necromancy, and the emotional fluctuations coming out of their bodies suddenly became the same, all of them were emotions called anger.

Rumble!

The magic power that several Necromantic Seven Kui had been converging was released in an instant, and the violent and chaotic magic power rushed into the sky, shaking Yao Shijue away at once.

The magic pillar went straight into the sky, Yao Shijue looked up, and at some point the sky gathered layers of thick black thunderclouds, rumbling, clouds lightning and thunder.

The rain fell down and soaked the devastated earth.

"Black rain?" Yao Shijue stretched out his hand to catch those black rains, which contained an astonishing dark element.

It's not just ordinary rain, it's a rain of darkness in the shape of a substance, constructed by the magic of the Necromantic Seven Kui.

"Really?" the old dog was dumbfounded, the few light magic magic floating in his hand were crumbling, and they seemed so small and weak in the vast sea of dark magic.

"Ha, ha, run, they are not fifth-order creatures, but sixth-order creatures!" Yao Shijue's heart beat violently, feeling the surging magic in the air, and a fragment flashed in his mind, which was the scene of Gray Yuge performing the same tone of the Holy Demon.

"These skeletons are on the same level as that Grey Wimp, monkey go wake them up...... Then you go straight away, their target is me!" Yao Shijue's expression was quite serious, and a trace of excitement gradually rose between gritting his teeth, "I didn't expect to meet an enemy of this level again, let me feel it more truly this time!"

When he was excited, Yao Shijue had long forgotten the idea of fighting that he couldn't be strong, because he knew that it was useless, and the swordsman Li Wen was not there!

The black rain continued to fall for a minute, and the breath of the Seven Necromantic Spirits increased exponentially, as if the strongest creature god had awakened from his slumber, and the powerful majestic qi machine was far away to lock on Yao Shijue, and he didn't dare to move now.

"Draft the uncle, move for Lao Tzu!" Yao Shijue looked up to the sky and roared, and the magic power in his body was squeezed out of his body with difficulty, supporting a piece of heaven and earth for Yao Shijue.

Unlike the previous siege of Gray Rain, all the attention of the Necromantic Seven was on Yao Shijue, and the oppression he was under was many times stronger than that of the monkey Sebu.

Hiss!

The Necromantic Seven let out a roar of pleasure, as if they were immersed in a state of releasing their magic power heartily, they stayed where they were and did not take the initiative to attack, and this was also their chance for Monkey Sebu and Yao Shijue.

Monkey Sebu and the old dog They had already pulled up the little pig and ran out, not to mention the old dog, Monkey Sebu's eyes were firm, he knew that even if he stayed, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the sixth-order creatures alone.

"Cut, it hasn't stopped!" Monkey Sebu was a little annoyed at this time, but helpless, if he was really a dragon, and he was not cursed, how good it would be, he could do whatever he wanted, and he was not afraid of the balance of any powerful enemy.

"Hmph, are you leaving, then what are you going to do next!" Yao Shijue said with sweat on his forehead, looking at the Necromantic Qikui in front of him.

"Hehe, power, hehe, power!"

A faint fluctuation emerged from the space conch, and the Dark Ring forcibly came out of the jade box to tempt Yao Shijue.

"You've been talking about power, power, why don't you give up, of course you don't understand, Sabi one!" Yao Shijue scolded at the Dark Ring that came out to make trouble.

"Power ......"

The Ring of Darkness is still talking repeatedly, giving people an IQ defect and a very awkward feeling, and Yao Shijue wonders if he is an NPPC who can only speak a few words...... Yao Shijue hasn't finished thinking about it yet

The Necromantic Seven finally made a move, only to see several Necromantic Seven gathered together, and the seven skeletons were reassembled, and finally turned into a giant skeleton with six hands, a pair of wings, and seven heads.

After the combination was completed, wisps of black mist resurfaced, forming a black suit draped over the giant skeleton.

"Roar!"

The Necronomicon roared in the sky, and at the same time raised his right hand, countless black elements gathered over, forming a raging black flame above the Necromantic Qikui's head. From afar, Yao Shijue could feel the special thing that the black flame was different from the ordinary flames, it was the extreme cold that immersed his soul.

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