On the third day after the Emperor's death, the morning sun reflected on the continuation of the morning, and most of the snow on the ground had been covered with a layer of gold, but there were still many places, dark red blood soaked the snow, and the stiff corpses were covered under the thick snow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

None of the people of the imperial capital dared to go out, and only the royal guards of the second prince searched the streets and alleys for the remnants of his other brothers, a magician and five warriors, who were able to accurately track down the prey they were about to kill.

Outside the palace, the corpses are basically lined up, basically unable to settle down, the corpses of the powerful, the corpses of the guards, and the corpses of the dragon's blood elves are already difficult to distinguish, but these corpses located around the palace, as well as the corpses in the palace, are very shriveled, as if all the blood has been squeezed.

The magician, who is good at dark magic, is also busy with how to make the prey fall faster, and he does not realize that at this moment, there is a huge and incomparably large energy vortex entrenched in the entire palace, and the negative energy filled with it is unimaginably thick.

Qimeng's big castle, Caesar and Qimeng have been sitting in the hall for three days and three nights, without a moment of rest, Caesar does not have the slightest tiredness and sleepiness on his face, and maintains his elegant and solemn sitting posture, most of the time the gangsters close their eyes, and his eyes will only open when someone breaks into the hall.

At the entrance of the hall, in front of the heavy wooden door, more than thirty corpses were piled up at the door, all of them went through many dangers and obstacles, and finally rushed here, but they were knocked down by Qi Meng's blow and became resentful spirits under the curse.

Most of the dragon blood elves transferred from the city of alliances have fallen outside the big castle, and the remaining dragon blood elves are still defending the big castle, if it weren't for them blocking most of the attacks with their flesh, this place would definitely be in ruins.

At least two thousand palace guards had fallen in the gardens around the Great Castle, and these palace guards were not weak, at least none of them were below level five, and even so, they paid a heavy price in front of these fearless and retreating dead.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning.

From the beginning of the occasional intrusion of one or two warriors to the present, almost every half hour someone will break in, sometimes three or five, sometimes five or six, these warriors after a sleepless attack, still like a pack of hungry wolves, about to rush into the big fort.

Several more warriors burst into the wooden door, and this time, they broke down the heavy wooden door, breaking through the door, and crushing the corpses of their companions piled up in the doorway.

However, their eyes had just looked for traces of Qi Meng and Caesar in the house, and the ground cracked a few cracks, and several black secret tentacles stabbed out, what was different was that these secret tentacles themselves were no longer threatening, and the flat edges of the secret tentacles were glowing with a strange cold glow, and several warriors opened the Dou Qi barrier for the first time, but the secret tentacles were like a divine blade, piercing straight through the Dou Qi barrier, piercing through the jaws of these assassins, and then piercing out of their heavenly spirits.

The flat tentacles bulged out a few knots and squirmed downward, the bodies of these warriors quickly dried up, and in a blink of an eye, they became several dried corpses, Qi Meng slowly opened his eyes, and at this moment the white light in his eyes covered up the morning light outside the house, and only his eyes were left in the room, bright and dazzling.

In the underground of the entire palace, thousands of tentacles pierced the ground and rushed out, all heading towards the necks of those warriors who were struggling hard!

The gray mist floating out of the cracked ground quickly swept away the entire palace, and in the incomparably strong negative energy, white points of light suddenly exploded, and the second prince also had a lot of light magicians under him, but most of them were not strong, and their magic was like a small ripple splashing in this sea of gray mist, and in the blink of an eye, it was drowned by the endless gray mist.

Qi Meng's forehead was slightly sweaty, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the blood-stained secret pattern tentacles in the palace suddenly spit out illusory gray gas skeletons, the previous raid took away the lives of at least five or six hundred martial artists! Their souls and blood were quickly sucked away by the negative energy vortex underground.

When the gray gas skeleton gathered, it frantically attacked the warrior, and for a while screams were repeated, and the cursed master was stronger than the dark mage in the ability to hunt and kill the weak on a large scale.

The entire palace was like a hell at the moment, countless gray skeletons with their vicious curses, under the control of the secret tentacles, rushed towards these martial artists, and the negative energy that continued to seep out from the ground was so strong that the martial artists had to waste their fighting energy to open a fighting qi barrier in order to prevent these negative energy from invading their bodies.

They dodged these illusory gray gas skeletons by themselves, and a blood-red pillar of flame suddenly erupted from the rift in the ground that was torn apart by the tentacles of the secret pattern, and the pillar of flame rose to a certain level, scattered, and scattered like a firework, but this beautiful flame, every small flower, was deadly.

More than thirty dragon blood elves hidden in the shadows appeared in unison and launched a crazy counterattack.

Inside the big castle, there was a deafening roar suddenly, with the big castle as the center, in the gray fog that filled the palace, suddenly a gray flame appeared in the gray fog, and after appearing for a while, it immediately exploded.

There were more casualties.

Some of the great mages discovered that Qi Meng's soul energy was manipulating all the gray fog here, completing one curse after another, and they immediately stopped using magic, condensed their soul energy, and entangled with Qi Meng's soul energy in the gray mist, trying to strip his soul energy from this gray mist.

Qi Meng's soul, there were more than a dozen impacts of different sizes, the pain almost made him faint, at this moment he needed to control a large number of gray skeletons, he had already consumed a lot of soul energy, to maintain the control of the curse power that permeated the entire palace, in the face of the soul energy impact of these magicians, he could only let their soul shocks affect his soul.

However, this is not a long-term solution, and even if his soul is now extremely powerful, it will inevitably be washed away after repeated shocks.

Outside the palace, a hole appeared in the entire gray mist, and after the magician forcibly stripped the connection between the soul energy and the cursed power, the cursed power in this area dissipated on its own, and the living people fled to the area of the soul energy of these magicians.

They found that those illusory gray skeletons did not rush into this area shrouded in the mage's soul energy, but the gradually disappearing gray skeletons and secret tentacles made them feel a little uneasy.

In the VIP Castle, under Qi Meng's body, pieces of light and shadow rose, slowly turning into a small point of light, at least thousands of points of light, Qi Meng spit out a ball of condensed blood flame in his hand, burning these points of light, when the flame was extinguished, a milky white viscous liquid floated in the air.

How powerful would the remaining soul energy be after thousands of souls were burned?

Qi Meng couldn't care if his soul could withstand this soul energy, and swallowed the milky white liquid in one gulp, and in an instant, his whole body collapsed, leaving only a skeleton burning with blood-red flames.

The gray mist of the palace suddenly spread outward, and it seemed that it was about to be blown away by the breeze, and suddenly it was restrained by a wave of energy.

The hollows in the gray mist, where the gray mist met in the air, the black light flashed, and these safe areas expanded by the mage's soul energy ignited black flames in an instant, and the mages were shocked to find that it was too late for these black flames and their soul energy to ignite into their souls.

The screams were repeated, and the suffering did not stop them, and the guards who hid beside them were also swallowed by the black flames of the curse of the fall, and the gray mist that filled the palace was all poured into the black flames, and along these black flames, directly invaded their souls.

When the gray mist disappeared from the palace, the black flame gradually extinguished, and the corpses that fell from the flames were intact, but their souls were all separated from their shells under Qi Meng's curse.

Thousands of palace guards, several assassins and magicians, all died. The real horror of cursers is that they need to deprive a much weaker object than themselves, and they need to pay much less energy than warriors and magicians, especially since there are many battlefields of fresh dead.

Of course, if there were one or two Sacred Domain powerhouses, the situation would be completely different.

Inside the big castle, Qi Meng couldn't help squeezing out too much soul energy in his soul, and now his soul couldn't carry such a powerful soul energy. In his empty eye sockets, a small whirlpool suddenly appeared in the gray flames, and the thug clutched his head and gasped heavily.

The protection he had laid was breached by the swelling soul energy...... Some more memories were shared!

The invisible energy of the four vents filled the hall, Qi Meng slowly condensed back into his body, his face was tired, and said, "There are still a few holy areas in the imperial capital, and they are coming. ”

Cremain, who had just woken upstairs, found that the palace was as quiet as death, and she pushed open the window, and the gardens on all sides of the VIP castle were already full of corpses, and some red flames were burning on them.

The shocked Scarlet Sher was stunned for a long time before swallowing his saliva, and Qi Meng couldn't help but be a little scared.

"Mr. Garro, please show up. Caesar was silent for a moment.

When the words fell, the space behind Qi Meng was distorted, and a middle-aged man in a purple power suit was revealed, he was not tall or even half a head shorter than Qi Mengshang, and he didn't look strong, but the slightest heat flow leaking from the distorted space made Qi Meng's heart startled.

It wasn't Douqi, it was air heated by Douqi, but it was as hot as flames!

There is a long scythe behind Jia Luo, the blood-colored scythe blade is engraved with a line of delicate gold lines, a two-meter-long handle, and there is no other decoration on the sickle, but this scythe blade is releasing a terrifying coercion, but this coercion still makes Qi Meng's soul have a hot feeling.

Artifact! (To be continued.) )