Ji Qiang returned to his prison alone in frustration, and due to the recent outbreak of a series of events, he felt very tired physically and mentally.

The heavy eyelids could no longer support it, so he lay down on the bed with his clothes closed and fell asleep in a hurry......

In his dream, he seemed to have entered an illusory space, covered with thousands of miles of vast gunsmoke, rolling up the yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun, and swallowing up a wisp of residual sun.

A brutal battle full of blood and tears, the remaining forest wildfire swept away with the momentum of a prairie fire, and the entire vast and dry land.

The broken sword shimmered with a terrible light, like a scorched rotten branch that sprinkled the wilderness.

The clothes were like rags, all stained with scarlet blood.

The terrible wind with an incomparably violent anger struck the pile of white bones like hills and mountains.

Stirring up boundless turbidity, constantly twisting and hideous, forming a fierce and vicious resentment that soared into the sky.

The countless helpless and wandering ghosts could not stop wailing as the wind raged, and they could not get a moment of peace.

At this time, a huge phantom appeared in this dark space.

There seemed to be a look of resentment between his cold eyebrows.

He was shocked to see that where the scattered banners pointed, everything was submerged in yellow sand.

Only the black vulture, like a grim reaper. Between the corpses that had long been rotted, they frantically devoured the disgusting carrion full of fishy smell.

The brutal strangulation, the mournful hissing, and the cry of fear and helplessness formed a unique melody that seemed to echo in the ears.

The bitter cold wind whistled fiercely across the sky, like the mad roar of the vast thunder.

Remnant Yang was also afraid of seeing this extremely bleak and terrifying scene, so he gave up a bright red early and fell in a hurry.

Everything fell into the infinite darkness, and all that could be faintly heard was the well-fed vultures hovering contentedly among the many bones, purring ghostly sieving.

The blood that flowed was stained with withered vines, and the bones of the mountains were haunted by the rising moonlight, emitting a white afterglow.

The huge phantom also seemed to let out a gloomy sigh in this dark sky.

He seems to be sighing about himself, even though he has thousands of means and thousands of magical powers.

But there is too much remnant of sin in the world, how can he heal it with a wave of his hand?

The dim moonlight accompanied him like a shadow, so that Ji Qiang couldn't calm down for a moment in his dreams.

What Ji Qiang didn't expect was going on rampantly under the cover of this heavily rendered night.

Only to see a church with a broken bell tower, a collapsed vault overturned.

The once great civilization has been crushed by the wheels of countless wars and turned into a cold ruin.

All that remains of these shattered stones tells of the glory and prosperity of this ancient church.

And in the crevices of the masonry rubble, clumps of weeds and vines are the only witnesses of the church's glorious history.

Hidden by this ruin, there is a staircase that leads underground.

The moss-covered damp stone staircase spirals as if there was no end to them, extending into the endless darkness underground.

Firelight!

At the end of the staircase, a candle is spewing out, illuminating the underground world in a trance.

I saw that in the middle of countless ancient coffins, which were old and exuded a strong cold, rotten, and terrifying atmosphere.

The dark wizard was standing on a altar with an infinite aura of evil, his withered body as dry as flesh as he did with all his might.

Suddenly, a flowing black air current, slightly swelling his body covered in a black veil. It made his emaciated body look huge.

As the black air continued to surge, his body swelled more and more, and finally the withered yellow and dry skin bulged like a balloon as thin as a cicada's wings and floated mysteriously in the air.

Countless tiny particles glowing with pale green phosphorescence were condensed under his feet, and the black air flow suddenly raged violently, causing those particles that shimmered with pale green phosphorescence to begin to rub violently and squeeze continuously.

The result was a hollow, miserable green vortex surging with terrifying power.

With the huge dark wizard floating in the air, he reverently made a strange and evil hand with his claw-like hands.

I saw a terrible power condensed under my feet, a miserable green hollow whirlpool.

Turning into sharp crossbow arrows, they rushed towards those ancient coffins that had long been decayed and filled with the smell of death.

Suddenly, after a loud "bang", the lids of those coffins fell to the ground one after another.

Countless clouds of dust were stirred up and drifted in the air. Under the light of the dancing candle flame, it was like a dim ghost dancing wildly in the wind.

Cheng Fei and his subordinates with the face of the Chinese character watched nervously and dumbfounded as this extremely strange scene happened.

At this moment, the shriveled lips of the dark wizard without a trace of blood poured out a mysterious and obscure spell uncontrollably.

One by one, inside the coffin, which had been opened, there was a sudden throbbing of uneasiness......