"In this world, if you only need to think about killing or not killing, it will be much easier......" Hestyl sighed, and the figure disappeared again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Bai Huang on the field didn't know that a small number of undead in the stands had a strong killing intent towards him, even if there was a steady stream of dead qi to replenish him, he was still torn apart by a burst of unreasonable concentrated fire, and the pale bones were scattered all over the ground, no matter how many times he reorganized, no matter how quickly he launched the charge, it was still the same result.

After reorganizing again, he stood quietly and stared at the huge lineup in front of him, and his heart was already clear about the intention of this level, but he still had some resistance in his heart.

"What? Is this about to give up?" The majestic voice came in front of Bai Huang, and Hestia's figure appeared less than half a meter in front of Bai Huang, but he didn't have the slightest idea of making a move, "Why do the undead bother the undead?" Bai Huang suddenly said something that had no beginning or end.

"Sorry, you may be looking down on the undead too much, look at them carefully, and listen to the whispers of the dead with your soul. Hestia turned and disappeared, and Bai Huang looked at the undead waiting in front of him, and a pair of pale soul fires gradually calmed down.

His perception spread to the limit, but it was as calm as a lake, and he put aside other distracted information and focused on "listening" to the sound that permeated the ubiquitous breath of death around him, and the thin and noisy whispers were like raindrops falling on the surface of the lake, causing countless intermingled ripples.

Bai Huang's spiritual sea has felt all kinds of weak and complex emotions after a short period of adaptation, which is the impact of the soul fragments that are free in the dead air, although there are gods in this world, but there is no god of death, let alone the so-called underworld, after the death of the living, the soul is broken and dissipated, and a part of it will remain in the ubiquitous dead air, becoming the medium for the necromancer to cast spells.

Ordinary skeletons, even with advanced intelligence, are not self-aware, as the soul fire they condensed contains only a few fragments of their souls.

Reshape your body and ignite your soul fire, and that's the step of summoning the undead.

And Bai Huang listened to the silent whispers of the deceased, and realized how worrying his fear of not wanting to disturb the deceased soul was, because as soon as he called softly, the surging dead air around him responded one after another, just like a soldier and general who asked for war, even if he had long since passed away, he still did not want to be forgotten by this world, which was the most essential and true will after the dead whispered to get rid of all positive and negative emotions.

"Don't you want to wander quietly in the corners of the world, then fight with me!" Bai Huang clasped his hands together and slashed to both sides, the surging death qi was connected into a black curtain, and there were bursts of low roars that seemed to announce the return of the dead, and one by one weak skeletons came out of the darkness, they were osteoletic, walking swaying, and the appearance of weakness could not help the wind, and the well-equipped army of the undead on the opposite side was simply different from the well-equipped and neat army of the undead.

But that was enough, because this was only Bai Huang's first step, he took a bunch of defeated skeletons to charge again, and then was annihilated, and then regrouped under the continuous replenishment of dead energy, summoned again, and charged again. His army of the undead grew stronger and stronger until he broke through the line of fire and smashed into the opposing formation.

However, the end is only the beginning of everything, and the army of the undead summoned by Hestia becomes stronger and stronger every time, not only in terms of combat power, but also in terms of formation and class matching.

Breaking the formation again and again, and being pushed to the ground again and again, Bai Huang couldn't remember how many times he reorganized, and how many strategies he tried, when the last time he cut the Hestian iron bucket-like formation, divided into a force to encircle and annihilate it, and won a complete victory, no undead army was summoned, and Bai Huang also dispersed his own troops and walked into the open passage alone.

The undead in the stands on both sides gradually dispersed, some left the Great Mausoleum, and some went to the next floor, and next to Hestia stood a skeleton in a tracksuit, none other than the old perverted Frederick.

"How's it going?" he asked, not watching the first trial as he was going to prepare for some of the set-ups that followed.

"It's not good, it's easy to see that he doesn't have experience in commanding the army, whether it's before or after death, this can't be hidden from me, but the adaptability is not bad, the thinking is sharp, and he can learn and use it now, and even draw inferences, which is a good seedling with good potential. ”

Frederick looked at the entrance to the next floor and sighed, "I don't want little Christina to complain about me for the rest of my life, I hope this kid can pass smoothly." ”

Bai Huang didn't know what kind of big killing weapon Frederick had put in the back to surprise him, in his opinion, it was just a beneficial and harmless trial. As he walked slowly through the dark passages, he recalled the battles he had just had, and finally came to the conclusion that the other party had released the water, or that he was not worth the full force of the battle, because then the trial would be meaningless.

Forget it, it's good to steal the teacher, Bai Huang didn't care at all, strode forward, and even looked forward to the trial waiting for him in front.

He came to the end of the passage, followed the circular staircase to the second floor, and passed a somewhat narrow fog door, and suddenly felt like time and space were out of order.

With a click, Bai Huang stepped on a rotten bone, and for a moment he thought he was back in the land of the Forsaken, and all he saw were broken and broken bones, broken bone fragments and all kinds of still solid bones formed an endless pale earth, which was filled with countless bone swords, and swirling black clouds floated in the sky, slowly spinning and surging towards the white vortex eyes in the center.

Bai Huang looked back, there was no trace of the door, he stood on a high slope piled up of white bones, looking back at the endless desolation and silence, the stretch of dry bones was piled up with death, and the black and white heaven and earth were filled with only cold killing intent and boiling battle intent.

This is a space of death, and it is also a battlefield of killing, and the dead have lost their sensitivity to time, and they are even more dull in this dead space.

Bai Huang walked down the high slope in silence, walking aimlessly for a distance, every time he passed by a bone sword, his soul hurt as if it was being scraped by a sharp breath, but the battle intent in his heart became more and more vigorous.

Step by step, when he walked past the ninety-ninth bone sword, the soul fire in his eyes was cold, and the battle intent in his heart boiled to the extreme, he reached out and pulled out the hundredth bone sword, a curved blade sword with a hideous appearance like a flame, and looked in front of him.

There, a broken skeleton identical to himself also drew a bone sword and walked slowly towards him...... (To be continued.) )