With the efforts of the people of Tu Se and his party, the last zombie finally turned into a blood mist, and the mighty zombie group was terminated, becoming the floating blood of their feet, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a swamp.

But they did not let their guard down, and the enemies in the distance, who shouted long live the Lord, lined up to shoot them with crossbow arrows, as if they were lining up to shoot them.

The exhausted squad leaders raised their small shields in their hands and began to defend against the rain of arrows, their armor could only defend against slashing except for their heavy helmets to defend against crossbow arrows.

One by one, the squad leaders insisted on standing under the blows of the crossbows, and the sharp wind returned fire with arrows behind them, and after two minutes, the crossbows on the opposite side were exhausted, and the sharp wind also killed the six people on the opposite side, and when the monks wanted to rush forward and fight in close combat, the captains who had helped block the arrows before turned to them.

"Chief Might!" A group of followers drew their swords and flanked the necromancer.

The necromancer was a good looker, and he was seen holding a bone staff, an emerald wine cup in his left hand, and a bronze skull ring on his right hand, which was emitting a green light.

"No one can go against the Necromancy!" The necromancer was arrogant, and his pale face swept towards the zombie squad leader who was cut to the ground in two clicks, without fear, only listening to him spit out a spell, and the bone scepter in his hand slammed upward.

"Roar!" The zombie squad leaders who were deformed by the machine immediately mutated under the blood infusion under their feet, and they were resurrected after the original second death, and they saw that their armor was torn apart by them, and they began to grow towards giants one by one.

"Stars fall!" The Sharp Wind Archers jumped over the giants as they grew, their longbows fluttering like strings, and they saw feathers of arrows fly out of front of their bows and head straight for the necromancer's face.

"Guard!"

The necromancer looked at the arrow path that blocked the retreat everywhere and couldn't dodge at all, and hurriedly shouted, and those followers flew as if the conditions were opposite, but the arrow feather was as strong as a meteorite that shook the mountain, and I saw that the followers had broken a big hole with the thickness of their wrists, and they couldn't resist the power of the arrow at all.

After the breeze passed, Sharp Wind had no more targets to stand on, and the blood flowers exploded behind her, and all the growing blood giants were crushed by the monks.

"Killed that necromancer?" Restrained in the rear, he asked as he bypassed the monks.

"No one can stand in my way." Sharp Wind whispered, hiding his trembling hands behind his back.

Hearing this, he nodded and ran over, only to see a group of followers and the necromancer as if they had been hit by a rum bullet.

He flipped through the two followers lying on it, gathered a dove-egg-sized Sage Stone and the relics on the necromancer underneath, and then looked at the dead necromancer.

The momentum of this appearance just now was as strong as the Death Monarch, and he also had the title of the chief of the Necromantic Cult, but he was handsome and hung up in just three seconds, are you because of the lack of schedule?

"Boom!"

Just when he touched the corpse to give people a silent mourning, the ground under his feet suddenly shook, and then a roar sounded.

He hurriedly looked back, and couldn't help but be stunned, and saw that the blood-colored swamp behind him was missing, and a huge blood centipede was lying there, standing like a hill of holy light.

The commander and squad leader were all gone, and a small number of monks had fallen in the plasma not far from the centipede, and the sharp wind that had done great work had been divided into two sections, half lying on the left and half on the left and right.

"Are all the current titled powerhouses so bad?" The huge Shenghui looked at the monks who were barely standing up on the side with a disappointed expression, "How can this become the trump card of the monastery, those old people are much stronger than you, you can't even compare to the vase at the beginning." ”

"You're all legendary creatures, and the old man may not be able to beat it when he comes." Silently walked forward, and accosted Shenghui.

"At least they can't let me kill me easily." Hearing this, Sheng Hui looked at the approaching Turgeon, and as soon as he raised his arm slightly, he saw that the ground around Turquoise was cracked, and four strange-looking elite zombies jumped out and headed straight for him.

As soon as he stopped, the grip of death suddenly struck, directly pinching and bursting the elite zombies who only spat on him, and then released a soul shovel forward, and used the call of death to drag the zombies on the left to the right to resist the attack for himself, and finally cut off their heads with a big sword.

"Huh!" Avoid the blood, rush to the front, and cut off the head of the soul zombie with a single blow.

"Roar!" The big centipede on the blood swamp saw that it was approaching, and dragged it like a train to rush this way, and his eyes narrowed slightly, and the grip of death was released without hesitation, and in an instant, the centipede's body exploded into several pieces, and he took a closer look and then released the summoning of death to one of them.

The centipede with eight arthropods crawled quickly, and the blood continued to recover after dragging, and when he saw this, he ignored it, he turned and ran backwards, until the centipede, which had recovered to sixteen knots, broke away from the blood swamp, and the grip of death was released again.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! "The sixteen-legged centipede completely dissolved into a mound, and then spread it on the ground, and a black object like a thorn floated on it, slowly drying and decaying, and becoming powder.

"Mr. Shenghui is really powerful, even this kind of zombie can be created, you and those necromancers can be called zombie creators." Looking at the Shenghui in the distance, he smiled slightly, and released a soul shack without a trace, and as a result, like those necromancers standing on the wall, his spiritual power deviated.

These guys all have the Sage's Stone on them, and the Necronomicon is definitely a tyrant, he thought to himself.

"No, the zombies infected by corpse poison are just breeding, and the centipede is split out of my body, including those animal zombies." Sheng Hui said calmly.

"That hurt you just now." Hearing this, he smiled.

"yes, yes." Sheng Hui moved his body, pulled out a sledgehammer from his back and smashed it on the ground, splashing a splash of blood, it looked at Yang Se and asked, "We are talking, your spiritual magic has already been unleashed on me." ”

"You know all this?" He was slightly surprised, the Necronomicon Sect has all the Sage's Stones, so it can't be aimed at himself, right?

"I also know that the range of your corpse blast technique is fifty meters, and you don't have mastered continuous and double casting." Sheng Hui said and looked at the monks who were waiting for an opportunity in the distance, "Get out of here and do the mission, this is not a battle you can participate in." ”

"God says that when you encounter heresy, you shall not choose." After listening to Shenghui's words, the uncle's face straightened, and then he said to his companions, "Let's go, leave it to the Sage here, we have other tasks." ”

"But—" The untitled warrior hesitated, he looked at the dead Wind Archer on the ground, then at Tusee and Shenghui, and was just about to turn around when he was dragged by his uncle towards Ghost City.

"I understand you, but we're going to die in vain if we stay here." The uncle dragged the warrior and gritted his teeth and said, "That zombie lord is wearing a legendary armor, and we can't break through it at all!" ”

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