After the potion was distributed, Qin Fang paid the copper coins.

To be honest, Qin Fang's heart was very painful, and he couldn't help but send a message to Yu Ze, when will our pharmacist? It can be formulated with a perfect-grade recovery potion.

It seemed that it was late at night, and Yu Ze did not reply to Qin Fang.

"Die to your death, lowly ant."

The death mage condensed a black orb, pure black color, without any impurities, and even absorbed the surrounding light.

This orb is about the size of a raindrop, but it is full of a strong breath of death, as if it can deprive people of life.

"Dodge."

Tibetan soil suddenly turned into a ghost, like a pinball, and kept dodging. For a moment, he couldn't get close to the death mage.

Qin Fang, while dodging, frantically approached the coffin.

Qin Fang had a feeling in his heart that this coffin was the root of this time.

If the coffin can be broken, maybe the phantom of this death mage can quickly dissipate.

The death mage also noticed Qin Fang's pace, and immediately released his second skill, Death Impact.

Click, the spiritual power impact of the death attribute, incarnated like ripples on the surface of the lake, and frantically descended on Qin Fang's body.

This is a directional skill, and Qin Fang can't dodge it.

Forced to bear the blow.

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As much as 120,000 injuries emerged, causing Qin Fang's HP to plummet.

Fortunately, he and the Tree of Life are connected to his life with the equipment of the God of Light, otherwise, he would really hang.

That's a lot of damage.

Tibetan Tu's eyes were straight.

Qin Fang also sighed secretly.

The Tree of Life forcibly swallowed a mouthful of saliva to calm his mood.

"No, why are the spirits blessed? Doesn't work in any way? ”

Logically, if the blessing of the evil spirit works? If the damage is reduced by 80%, it is impossible to cause such high damage, is it possible? Is it invalid?

Zangtu was bold and rushed at this death mage, taking a wave of damage hard.

It stands to reason that the damage from the Tibetan soil should glow green, making him regain blood like crazy.

But now? But it was the bright red blood light, and the endless pain swept in, making the Tibetan soil suffer the pain and turn around quickly.

"It's invalid!"

"Although I expected it for a long time, but."

Qin Fang and the others sighed, it seems? Killing this boss requires the true talent of Qin Fang and others.

"You guys? How could it be a centurion of the god of light? Could it be that the God of Light sent you? ”

The phantom of the death mage brought a trace of worry, a trace of doubt, under the seat of the God of Light, even a centurion, it was not something he could contend with.

"He is favored by the God of Light, and hereby rewards him with the position of centurion, you see."

Qin Fang suddenly had the thought of pulling the tiger skin and pulling the banner in his heart, and gave this existence a glance at the Bright Ring given by the God of Light.

Sure enough, when he saw this ring, the phantom of the death mage obviously retreated two steps, and his heart was full of worry and fear.

This? Is the lowly human race really sent by the God of Light?

But in an instant, a trace of resentment and madness appeared in the heart of the death mage.

"Trashy Terrans, you? Be a sacrifice of my resurrection. If I sacrifice you to the God of Death, perhaps the glory of God will give me a second birth. ”

The death mage frantically spat out such a sentence, as if he had regarded Qin Fang and the others as the foundation of his resurrection.

Uh, Qin Fang suddenly felt that he seemed to be lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, wasn't this self-defeating?

Originally, the killing intent of the death mage had never been so strong, but now, he was determined to kill Qin Fang and the others.

Pull the flag failed.

Tibetan soil flew a roll of the eyes.

The Tree of Life flew a white eye.

Qin Fang laughed embarrassedly twice, penetrated all of the death mage's attacks, waved the dagger in his hand, and stabbed the death mage fiercely.

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The damage inflicted by the Qin side was also very high. After all, the physical defense of the Death Mage is equal to zero.

At this time, Tibetan soil also descended behind the death mage and stabbed down fiercely.

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Critical damage, very high.

Under the pain, the death mage suddenly roared angrily, and the death skill was like a raindrop, constantly falling down.

Qin Fang immediately distanced himself from him, switched to a bow and arrow, and began to attack non-stop.

Tibetan soil is ready to throw out the life grenade.

Life and death are mutually reinforcing, but they were stopped by Qin Fang with his eyes.

This kind of mass killing weapon, at least now, cannot be used.

This thing, once used now, the death mage will definitely prepare for it early, but if it wants to play again, it will be difficult. Qin Fang was ready to take advantage of the death mage's rage to make a contribution in one fell swoop.

The bow and arrow are constantly bombarded, and the Tibetan soil is also a crazy temptation on the verge of death.

I have to say that hand-to-hand combat with the death mage can still help to a certain extent in the operation of Tibetan soil.

The Tree of Life was tired and kept adding blood to Tibetan soil, but his blood volume was like a bottomless pit at the same time, and no matter how he treated, he could not reach its full value.

Qin Fang's bow and arrows kept shooting, and the damage dealt continued to increase.

"Humble ant, you've me off completely."

The death mage stood still, a faint black mist kept filling, and in the next moment, these bone pillars seemed to be resurrected, and countless bone puppets crawled out of the bone pillars.

A rough estimate is at least a thousand.

Poof, the time limit for the flashbang was up, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness again, and only the sound of bones scraping against bones could be heard.

This voice made Qin Fang and the others shudder.

Click, the flashbang dropped again, and the surroundings were as bright as day.

Qin Fang and the others were watching, and the terrifying skeletal phantom had already impacted.

"Zangtu, leave it to me, you go attack the coffin."

Unleashing this skill, the Death Mage froze in place as if it were a stone sculpture.

The resistance has increased by a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and even a zero physical defense has been promoted to 100,000 at this moment. Qin Fang, the Tibetan soil cannot be broken at all. The damage is low.

Helpless, Qin Fang could only let Zangtu attack the coffin.

Coffin? Qin Fang still suspected that it was the weakness of the Death Mage.

Previously? Because of the degree of skill intensity, Qin Fang has never been able to get close, but now? But it's a great opportunity.

The Tibetan soil was hidden in the darkness, blending perfectly with the darkness, and quickly approached the coffin.

Ten seconds, Zangtu successfully touched the corner of the coffin, waved the dagger in his hand fiercely, and stabbed it fiercely on the sarcophagus.

Qin Fang's face was surprised, and he began to doubt the IQ of Tibetan soil.

This? Shouldn't you open the coffin first?

"You're going to have to attack the corpse inside, what are you doing now?"

Zangtu smiled innocently, and then wanted to break the coffin violently.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sarcophagus is like an inseparable whole, and it cannot be broken.

No matter what method is used, it is the same as usual, and it cannot be broken.

"Humble ant, this coffin is forged from the legendary material Crystal Stone, even if it is a god? It can't be broken with a single blow. ”

As if sensing the movement of the Tibetan soil, the death mage who looked like a stone sculpture couldn't help but taunt.

(End of chapter)