Teng Yunshen's mana broke through to the third order, but the necromancer at this moment had the fourth order of mana. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And even a wizard of the fourth order could not break the shield of the necromancer. Stone pillars reduced to ashes under missiles protect him. They're not just shields, they're clubs. The necromancer drove them and launched an attack on Teng Yunshen.

Boom! Teng Yunshen was crushed to the ground by a pillar. He could hear the sound, but he couldn't see the intangibles that were hurtling at a rapid pace. Once, he was thrown out by a necromancer, and it was just a push, push, and shove...... Now this is the real beating.

But he immediately pushed the pillar away, turning it to powder, and returning it to the time of death.

Teng Yun deeply felt the external energy.

It wasn't just the energy of death, it was just the energy of death that was transformed into usable energy through the wonderful properties of the Immortal Heart. What he felt was a much more powerful energy, and he couldn't keep them permanently in his body, but he was able to borrow them for a short time to fulfill everyone's wishes.

It was a centripetal force that came from the wizards who were waking up. They are at a loss, their minds mixed with fear, anger, and joy. They subconsciously resorted to the metaphysical world - Teng Yunshen got such energy.

It's the same as it was back then, isn't it? In the dark train, he gets the light from the emotions of his classmates. They knew nothing about his plight. But they trusted him, and they gave him energy. It was not the magic of a wizard, but the magic that was born from the yearning of mortals.

It's not easy to get that kind of energy. On weekdays, it is only closed by one weight of sanity.

At that time, Teng Yunshen's classmates were drunk and enthusiastic. Now, the wizards have not yet recovered from the damage of winter, and they are helpless. Teng Yunshen took these ownerless energies for himself.

He approached the necromancer. One pillar after another smashed over. He waved the key and sliced the pillar into pieces.

The necromancer stepped back in surprise, his feet in disarray.

Discord's dying energy slammed into the fragile wizards. Everyone's hopes were pinned on Teng Yunshen's body, and they threw more magic power at him.

The necromancer grabbed the magic sword that Teng Yunshen had thrown on the ground and dragged it into his own hand. He needed a weapon to fight against the unstoppable Teng Yunshen. He carefully severed the old connection between the magic sword and replaced it as its master.

The most crucial one fell on the chessboard.

Teng Yunshen rushed towards the necromancer. He drove the shadow of the sword like lightning. The two swords collided together. Huge energy rushed in all directions, knocking down countless wizards.

The necromancer adjusted his posture. He discovers the mystery of the magic sword, and the wondrous magic leads him into the quiet eye of the storm. Teng Yunshen's movements seemed to be fast and slow, and everything couldn't escape his eyes.

Teng Yunshen pushed the necromancer away. He didn't use his hands, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the necromancer would cut off his wrists. Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line and pushed the necromancer away.

The magic sword couldn't wait to tear open the necromancer's sword-wielding hand.

Teng Yunshen swung his sword and slashed at the necromancer's head. The latter threw his weight at the wall on the left, the shadow of the sword slicing his shoulder shallowly, taking on a cloud of blood, and he was bounced to the right by the weight of the wall before the wound deepened.

The silver superform rushed from another battlefield. Teng Yunshen lowered his head and found his shadow, and then gently lifted it up.

The necromancer's superform has four arms. It plays the nameless instrument, which seems to be a less successful mixture of traditional and electronic instruments. It plucked the strings, and hazy notes flew in all directions.

Teng Yunshen stalked in the shadows. The necromancer's fists and feet can't touch him. What about the musical notes? There is nothing difficult to understand about the transmission of sound, and the energy is diffused in vibration with matter as a carrier.

Teng Yunshen was shaken so hard that he almost fell.

Are shadows some kind of substance? No, they're just a phenomenon. The light is blocked, some places are brighter, some places are darker, and the darker parts are called shadows. Since ancient times, people have pinned all kinds of unrealistic ideas on shadows, but ......

Wait a minute. Teng Yun looked deeply at the shadow draped over him. Isn't he using its magic? It's like an invisibility cloak from a fairy tale. He could hear the sound of shadows rubbing against the air. Shadow is the faint part of light, light is energy, and shadow may be negative energy. Energy and mass are inherently one, and mass is an intrinsic property of matter, which means that shadows are also substances in a certain sense.

Teng Yunshen was knocked to the ground by the explosive notes. The shadow melted, and he returned to the flickering light. The necromancer grabbed his arm and gave death a false form and spirit. Death choked Teng Yunshen's neck.

The appearance of death is very clear. If you think it should have a pair of eyes, it has a pair of eyes, and if you think it should have a mouth, it has a mouth. Its image depends on your fear of death.

"Death...... It's also a shadow. "From the beginning of your birth, the death of others, your own death, has been whispering all the time around you, like a shadow. It can wait patiently for decades until you have nowhere to run.

Teng Yunshen transforms death into an insignificant shadow. The necromancer was not surprised, and he quickly fought back, driving Death out of the Shadow's cage. However, Teng Yunshen had already seized the opportunity. He let the shadow continue to sink, seeping into the ground and turning into a puddle of water.

The necromancer let go of Teng Yunshen's arm. The arm had lost some of its color, and had gained some of its color, as if it had been soaked in a dye vat at dusk for most of the day. As for what is the dye vat of dusk...... That's a description that can only be understood but not spoken.

Teng Yun stared at his arm, his vitality faded, and the remaining flesh and blood were like painted pottery made from ashes.

The necromancer gasped, ready to take another break and grab the arm and crush it to pieces. Even if he is a necromancer, he cannot touch the energy of death for a long time, he is a living being in this world after all......

But Teng Yunshen can tame death. He immediately stood up and moved his arms. He tried to grasp the colors that the world of death had given him, but in vain. The necromancer reached out and grabbed his neck. Teng Yunshen bent down and pulled the magic sword into his hand.

The silver superform silently walked behind him.