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In the sky above the land of dragon sleep, the forbidden spell-level colored clouds slowly fell, as if they were slow and urgent, overwhelming, and there was nowhere to escape, and there was no way to resist.

Unlike the Elemental Explosion Forbidden Spell that was crudely mixed with a certain stupid person, the final blow of Salakuruz, as a high-ranking dragon, fully demonstrated the silver dragon's masterful control and use of the elements. The four elements are intertwined and fused with each other, but they clash and repel each other on a more subtle level, deriving infinite mysteries while still blooming with their own brilliance.

This blow has reached the peak state of Sarakuruz in terms of understanding and using the elements, especially when he is in a state of letting go and having a clear soul, although it is not unprecedented in terms of strength, but even if there is a strong man above the legend, he has to praise it for being exquisite.

On the ground, a shrewd guy like Edney Wayne naturally wouldn't let himself suffer from the pond fish, and when he noticed the movement above, he ran with oil on the soles of his feet and flew up, as a tomb robber, he was undoubtedly full of skills in running.

The ancient undead locked by the forbidden spell were not so leisurely, and the overwhelming dragon power behind Sarakuruz's brief recovery of flesh made the air around him freeze like a substance, and he raised his head to the sky and roared out bursts of dead air, and the violent spiritual will melted into the black mist, forming a roaring skull to break through the suppression of the monstrous dragon power.

But what he has to face next is not a simple mental oppression, but a real forbidden spell!

The misty elemental clouds slowly fell, and before they could touch it, the army of the undead shattered in pieces, as if they were overwhelmed and crushed their vertebrae, and the scattered bones were pressed into the ground little by little, but the ground was also compacted and became extremely solid, so the dense bone cracking sound was connected, and finally the white bones turned into ashes, and dissipated from new to dead air.

The ancient undead still straightened his spine in the face of the forbidden curse like heavenly punishment, and his whole body ignited with black flames, which were connected with the black soul fire in his eye sockets, like a black torch. He let out a long roar, and the dead air erupted into the sky, and the black flames wrapped around his clenched hands to form a crystallized black greatsword.

The momentum of the ancient undead holding up the long sword continued to rise, and the compacted ground was instantly covered with cracks like cobwebs, and the black pillar of flame shrouded his figure, but in the darkness, it could be vaguely seen that two extremely dark soul fires had rioted to the extreme.

Clouds that seemed to fall slowly and urgently were overwhelming, silent, light and soft, the opposite of the terrifying sound of the ancient undead, but every movement and stillness contained the ultimate destructive power.

What is visible to the naked eye and what is not visible is annihilated under the brilliant clouds and dissipates back to the most primitive particles, the breeze ceases, the earth turns to ashes, the water disintegrates, the fire has no roots, everything is annihilated, including the furious dead air, and the pale dry bones.

But this still could not stop the ancient will from fighting unyieldingly, and the black greatsword condensed with the dead air brought the darkness in the sky and collided with the continuous colored clouds, and the black greatsword was terrifying, as if it could easily cut through the clouds that looked like fluffy and soft cotton.

But this "cotton" is actually made of countless elements intertwined and fused, and the shining power of the rules in it suddenly blooms into a destructive light when it touches the surging dead air, and the ground seems to have an erupting small sun, and the dazzling magical light floods the entire dragon sleeping place, and the collapsed ground turns into dust silently, and the monstrous dead air continues to melt.

Even adventurers and townsfolk in Tata Town could see the light emanating from the horizon, not to mention the dragon shadow above the clouds, which was the elemental reflection of the forbidden spell disturbance unleashed by Salakuruz, and even from a distance of several kilometers, the suffocating dragon might could still be clearly felt.

The guy who boasted about being a dragon slayer or a dragon knight last night with the strength of wine turned his legs and stomachs straight at this time, and he almost fainted with fright, everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at the dragon formed by colored streamers with shocked faces, some people pointed to the sky with their mouths open, ahhh

Above the clouds, Christina felt the power of the clouds so closely on the back of the dragon, and only then did she somewhat understand the power of the true forbidden spell, which was definitely not comparable to the rough and violent elemental mixing light cluster of Jingle Bell, although the power of the latter was not bad, but the difference in essence was like the difference between the manual labor of a schoolboy and the mastery of an artist.

It is also a forbidden spell, if Jingle Bell is here, then the entire Eternal Sleeping Highland will suffer, and the Kassars will have to go directly to their ancestors with the whole clan, but Sarakuruz can skillfully concentrate the power of the forbidden spell on the target, and the power increases geometrically.

Ellie's cheers could be heard on the dragon's back, and although she hadn't figured out what was going on, it didn't stop her from being happy, and even though she had been trying to pull off a piece of dragon scales after failing, she was still happy because there were already a lot of ideas, or gimmicks, about dragon merchandise in her little head.

Shirley was also cheering at the dragon egg she was holding, but she seemed to be a little tired because she had just healed, and Shirley gently stroked her, turning her into a streamer mark and taking it into her body.

And Salakuruz's majestic eyes stared down on it, where the black gas and clouds gradually dissipated, and the center of the collision was empty, leaving only a bottomless sinkhole.

"Did you finally destroy him......" Salakuruz sighed, seemingly inexplicable.

The dragon's sigh was still hovering in the air, but there was a sudden movement below, and a black figure rushed out from the edge of the dissipating clouds, his bones were mutilated, covered with fine cracks as if they would collapse at any moment, and the black soul fire was as faint as a candle in the wind, but a will not to die was accompanied by a roar of rage and rushed straight towards his target, a skeleton lying weakly on the ground.

The white soul flame is uncertain, and if he is hit again, will he fall?? )