"I, Lu Huan, Lu Xu, and Yao Ting are the vanguard, and the high-level mage group is behind. Zhu Meng sat in the ancient capital and held the defensive barrier, and Judge Shi Zheng prevented chaos in the black court. ”

President Han Lin arranged.

Zhu Meng shook his head: "It's better for you to guard the enchantment, I cultivate the thunder and fire dual system, and I am more suitable for opening the way than you." ”

Han Xiao thought for a moment and nodded slowly: "It's okay." ”

It's just a small monarch, and what's more troublesome is the army of the undead, and Zhu Meng's killing range is larger than his own, which is indeed more suitable.

"Everyone, the decisive battle is imminent, let's go!"

Han Lin gave an order, and the first to rush out was a worker bee, no longer caring that the distance would lead to loss of contact, and rushed to the pile of undead corpses like suicide.

Boom Boom Boom !!

The undead within a few hundred meters were either blown apart or melted by the bright light.

With a fierce firelight, the mages struck out in unison through the gates, opening a hole in the sea of the dead like arrows.

"Roar!!

The Devil Tyrant sensed the movement and sent several elite undead troops to meet him, one of which was a team of terracotta warriors!

This terracotta army is also at the lowest level of a general, dressed in heavy armor, armed with ge, halberd, and spear, and moves in unison.

In front of them, there was also a group of chariot soldiers driving a four-horse chariot, and the commander of the chariot was holding a bronze sword, and his eyes were as indifferent as sculptures.

"It's a general's figurine, commander-level!"

Several high-level mages quickly greeted him.

Water and light mages take cover, fending off the archers' arrows.

Xu Fang, Mo Fan and the others were firmly protected in the middle, and their magic energy was precious and could not be wasted on the road.

One kilometer, two kilometers... Ten kilometers!

Defend the mage group, and fight your way out of ten kilometers in the sea of the dead!

The Devil Tyrant in the sky was also attacked by a super-level mage jumping his face, and he couldn't see the figure clearly from a distance, so he could only judge which one made the attack through magic.

The space compass of the military secretary Yaoting and Lu Xu, the dead axis, the wind and the wind, the slaughter of the wind!

Councillor Zhu Meng's Thunder Ring Punishment and Nine Rings Forbidden!

There is also the Sea Emperor Tsunami of the Chief of the Praetorian Guard, Lu Huan!

Four super-level mages shot at the same time, and the invincible Ghost Tyrant was drowned in super-level magic before he could fight back.

The magic light rolling up on the four of them was even more dazzling than that of the hundreds of high-level mages, and the magic fluctuations that rolled up made hundreds of undead disappear.

Xu Fang looked at it with a look of intent, his eyes shining.

This is the power of the super level, the great power of heaven and earth, even the doomsday catastrophe can't hide the slightest edge!

"No one can stop, no one can stop!"

"Defend the wings, full speed ahead!"

Encouraged by the strong performance of the super-level mage, everyone was excited, and used all kinds of magic to bombard the pile of undead.

Behind the crowd, the land connected to the city wall was full of wreckage, and it was breathtakingly spectacular.

Xu Fang raised his head, the originally continuous torrential rain stopped, and it seemed that the head of the sect, Wu Ku, also retreated with Salang.

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In mid-air, the Ghost Tyrant was scarred and could only roar angrily, and after the charged blow was blocked by Lu Huan's water shield, he completely lost the strength to counterattack.

"Let me come!"

Zhu Meng's thick and rough voice sounded, and I saw that a thunder and lightning talisman appeared on his Thunder Demon Armor, densely lingering in his palm, forming a Thunder God Halberd!

"The Punishment of the Thunder Ring - The Prohibition of the Nine Rings!"

Nine Divine Thunder!

Zhu Meng wants to use this way to cut off the heads of the invincible monarchs, telling them that human beings are not fish and meat to be slaughtered by them!

Click!!

The thunder shattered the body of the Devil Tyrant, and Zhu Meng's armor gave birth to wings of fire on the back, and he lifted his huge and hideous head with one hand and laughed.

"I'm really sorry, I always wish to take the first one..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Zhu Meng looked in astonishment at the ghost fog that was pure black like a nightmare, and a pair of mocking green eyes were directly in front of him, no, it seemed to be on the left...

It doesn't exist anywhere, but it exists anywhere, and it's extremely contradictory! Terrifying!

"Commander of the Fog Ghosts!"

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"Ang ————!!!"

In the dark night sky, a high-pitched dragon roar sounded.

In the sky, there was a terrifying huge creature hovering, with bone wings covering the sky and the sun, and a pair of amazing bone wings covering the dark clouds, and when it was fully stretched, the heel spikes on it were clearly visible!

"Skeleton Bone Dragon!"

Beneath its massive body was an army of skeletons, brandished with blood-stained weapons that formed a flowing white ocean.

The white bones gather a ghostly light, which actually gives people the illusion of daylight.

Swish!

A cold-blooded flash flashed, and Lu Xu, who was still in the sky, was embarrassed to defend, and his body swept down from mid-air like a cannonball, slamming heavily on the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yao Ting barely flashed through by using the ability of the space system.

Lu Huan was wrapped around the dazzling water curtain, blocking the blow of the Bone Dragon.

Two Great Monarchs!

No, it's not all!

A hill-like undead stepped out of the ghostly mist, and its body was covered with dense heads, each with a pair of eyes and mouths, terrifying and terrifying.

The Dead Lord of the Eight Directions: The Corpse Lord of Onyx!

Standing side by side with it is another Ghost Tyrant! It's just that this one, both in size and momentum, far surpasses the former.

The Dead King of the Eight Directions: The Ghost King!

"Four, four monarchs..."

Full of blood, suppressed by the death air that filled the sky, everyone looked in horror at the nightmare picture like thick ink in front of them.

Boom!

Boom!!

Boom!!!

"Howling ~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

A strange and powerful roar was heard in the ground, and a mountain peak in the distance was rising from the ground in an astonishing sky-breaking manner!

The arms were thick and majestic, and with every step, everyone's bodies and minds trembled violently.

"The corpse of the mountain..."

The head of the deceased monarchs of the eight directions, the supreme monarch level, the combat power of one corpse is already the sum of other monarchs!

The dead monarch of the eight directions has reached the fifth!

Salang's absconding has put the undead empire in a dilemma, and the abyss cannot be compensated by sufficient dead energy, and it is already a fool's dream to jump to the outer city of the ancient capital.

The Dead Monarch of the Eight Directions is ready to personally take action, throw these super-level mages into the king's tomb, and use this colossal energy to move the abyss again, relying on the huge death qi to resurrect their king!

"I—What are we going to do?" One of the mages said in a trembling voice, his voice trembling to the point that he could not be heard.

No one laughed at him, and in fact, there were not many people who could still speak after this.

Boom!!!

In the ghost mist, a figure flew out and smashed towards everyone!

"It's Zhumeng!" Xu Fang was the first to react, and the water system magic energy spurted instantly, forming a circulating stream of water in the air.

Zhu Meng's body smashed through several streams of water one after another, and finally slowed down his speed, but the impact of falling to the ground still made him almost lose his breath.

"You're not dead, are you?" Xu Fang asked.

"You kid, can you talk auspiciously..." Zhu Meng trembled and got up, his eyes fixed on the top.

In that ghost mist, the dark green eyes were dim and unknown, and crushing the ants was not worth mentioning to the fog ghost commander, and only by defeating a mage powerhouse toy like Zhu Meng could make it feel happy.

———— and more toys were delivered to the door by themselves.

The dark green eyes were slightly raised, looking at several figures from far and near.

President Han Lian, Chief Judge Shi Zheng, Chief Instructor Feijiao, Hunter Duxiao... The high-level guards of the ancient capital, the masters of the big families, and the principals of the magic colleges and universities are here!

"We're here to keep you in control, let's go to the abyss!" Han Xiao shouted loudly.

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The painting style of the battlefield is very weird, and it seems that the most lame painter casually paints a vertical line, turning the entire battlefield into two.

On one side is the mage group that confronts the army of the undead, who summon the Ship of Wind Rails and make their way through the waves of the undead.

On the other side were the super-level mages besieging the Dead Monarch of the Eight Directions, and there were at least three or five super-level powerhouses surrounding the periphery of each Dead Monarch.

And the corpses of the mountain peaks are the most numerous, once such monsters are allowed to enter the ancient capital, whether it is themselves or their relatives, they will have to die.

The super-level mages fought against the water, risking their lives to use magic, and the corpse of the mountain peak couldn't break free for a while!

(End of chapter)