Teng Yunshen stroked the uneasy airflow: "I can feel it...... The power of death. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info"The air was bright and dark, and there seemed to be a huge light bulb flickering overhead.

His magic was like a thirsty monster. The magic is like hair, and like fingers, inextricably linked, like the fingers of an arm, like the tentacles of a giant octopus in the deep sea, powerful and dexterous. He was able to take away the deaths that had wrapped around the wizards as easily as taking a coin from his wallet.

The power of death is not the power of decay, but the vessel that decays is only the vessel that carries death. The power of death is silent, like a myriad of subwoofers surrounding you, playing silent mourning music one after another.

"I might be able to move it away. He said, "Lift the curse from them." ”

"You have the heart of immortality, and you can do it. The necromancer's voice was dry. Teng Yunshen completed the entire process of transforming his heart in an instant, he was shocked, and he still hadn't fully recovered his senses, "But you will kill them." ”

Teng Yunshen was startled, and he restrained the thought of stretching out his magic power to the ice sculpture again.

"These pots evoke a long-extinct ice age, eternal permafrost. Unlike pure cold, this force from the past reverses the evolution of time. Their anger is transformed into dead air. They are still alive, for the time being, unless you take away their breath. ”

Teng Yunshen arched his instep nervously.

The necromancer went on to explain, "Three Winter pots are in a group, and in order to free the trapped wizard, all three pots must be defeated. They have a total of three sets of Winter's Pots, which means we'll have to defeat at least three wizards, and at most seven, wizards before we can see results. ”

He played with the spouted pot in his hand: "Well done, you've got one." We-"

Teng Yunshen took out another Winter Pot from the pocket of his coat. The necromancer's eyebrows were strangely huddled together. Immediately afterwards, Teng Yunshen took out two more Winter Pots from the drawer...... Necromancers have always been a bit sombre, but far from the eerie necromancers that people think. Now, though, he's really no different from a wizard who just crawled out of his coffin.

"Four in total. Teng Yun sighed deeply, "What about you?"

The necromancer awkwardly spread his empty hands, indicating that nothing had been found.

"You're hurt. What about your enemies?"

"They've been eyeing me for a long time. Necromancers are their greatest threat. The young man replied, "I managed to hide, and escaped their pursuit in disguise." ”

Teng Yunshen nodded, and placed the three Winter Pots together, "Two for one person." "We need to end the fighting as soon as possible." ”

The necromancer showed a look of wanting to speak and stopped, and Teng Yun stared at him curiously: "What's wrong?"

He spoke slowly, "At first, I thought you were in league with them. You hold the Winter Pot, spreading the smell of death everywhere. ”

He opened a bottle, and the rich smell of the original essence of the elixir spilled from the mouth of the bottle, as if someone had smashed the perfume bottle in the entire mall. He viciously poured the elixir into his mouth, it was the most primitive elixir, which was described as a nutrition bomb, and it was not something anyone could stand to drink in one gulp, but he obviously needed to replenish his strength quickly.

"So you drove the corpses against me?"

"I'm sorry. ”

Teng Yunshen felt that he had become smarter. The order of everything left a vague trace, a clue in his mind. He sketched out the shape of the past and the future.

"It wasn't until you sealed the power of death in your body that I realized you were a novice. The attackers may not be adept at harnessing the power of death, but they are unlikely to be ignorant of it. You're a newbie, but you're also a killer. ”

Teng Yunshen wrung his fingers anxiously. "I was on the night shift in the store the night before yesterday, not flying around on a broomstick. He doesn't deny it, "Maybe I'm really good at that...... Why don't the people who organized the attack find a necromancer like you?"

"Nine necromancers with the Pot of Winter? Moreover, it is not easy to recruit this number from the guest list. Due to the need to draw power from the world of the dead when fighting, we are easily restrained by our higher-ranking counterparts. ”

The necromancer kicked the corpse at his feet: "They even use children like this. ”

Teng Yunshen stiffened his face, and the unpleasant feeling twitched on the back of his neck.

"There are three halls in total, and this is the first hall, which is mainly used by wizards of the first to third ranks. The necromancer pulled a wand out of the air, "The rest of the halls may be providing support, or they may be left to their own devices." Let's go. ”

Teng Yunshen was a little surprised. He had grown accustomed to the way wizards would shoot each other with their guns. The necromancer made him realize that he was dealing with an unfathomable group of wizards, not a group of terrorists who had lost their minds.

The necromancer picked up a pot of winter, "One is enough." But he hid the other Winter Pot in the air, like a clever magician hiding a tall yarke.

Teng Yun asked with deep anxiety: "How did you do this?" If it doesn't bother, I want to learn." ”

The necromancer made an analogy: "Wrapping around it is like arranging your own hair." Give it a try, if only once...... If it doesn't work twice, give it up for the time being. ”

He crept in the direction where the sound was flying everywhere.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his magic power, imagining that he was an octopus with countless tentacles. He wrapped his grip on the Winter Pot, dragging it into his aura. The aura is like another world, neither the first world nor the second world, but a closed secret world, and only he has the key to open this world.

Once, in the store, Professor Ash showed him such a world, and at this moment, he finally realized what that meant......

He did it. The necromancer described it as fixing his hair, but he didn't understand it quite the same way. He felt like he was doing something like untying the yarn with the thread.

The necromancer summoned the superform. It wore a reddish-brown plate on its head, a dark green robe, and its features, hands and feet were blurred, silently following the necromancer's footsteps like a ghost.

The sound is getting louder and louder. The nervousness was like a thin needle, stabbing Teng Yunshen one by one, making him creepy. It was as if he was walking into a labyrinth of twists and turns, on his way to terrifying monsters.

"We are monsters. He thought. Just as he was thinking this, a wizard descended from the sky and slashed down the undead mage.