Ouyang Dao's steps were light, but he directly pressed the solid ground to the ground, and the illusion appeared in reality, an illusory witch beside Ouyang Dao.

"That light," Ouyang Dao pointed, and a faint light shot out from inside, and the lich scurried back from the flames like a plant. When Ouyang Dao moved again, the light on his fingers turned into a ray of light, and the lich's invisible body burned, leaving only the wail of death.

Not far away, Baker coughed. The master is a work of art, and his sudden death has caused him great damage. But a smile appeared on Baker's face, for there was a place of death around him, and because death rose from the ground. "Haha, you're late!" Baker burst out laughing, and Ulden on the other side struggled with the children, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"Gaia, what's wrong with you? Why did you order Robert to run away Trisduarden complained, Ouyang Dao's eyes lit up, as if Robert had executed his order perfectly. "Did he run away?

"How do I know? You think everybody is you, you care about everybody. Don't say anything else. Hurry up, I can't hold on," Trist Durdon said in a caustic tone.

Ouyang Dao glanced at him, breaking the atmosphere in front of them.

As the third-party forces attacked in the distance, Trisdoudon and the children flew away, leaving a crater in their place. Trist Odden got up from the ground, hid beside Ouyang Dao, and whispered. "The baker is the owner of the deceased, and that's not good. If I'm not mistaken, there is only one spell that can produce this effect, the ritual of the Ascension to the Lord of the Dead, the cemetery "specifically, it is still useful at the moment"

"In the Kingdom of the Dead, the undead who are killed are not completely dead, only the soul is completely destroyed, otherwise it will be resurrected in a few minutes" Tristo Erden clenched his left arm, hiding a red card in his hand. "I had a stroke, but there were too many people to kill them all at once. Cui Dong Ulden said, holding the card tightly, Ouyang Dao looked at it, only to see a flame.

"What about the three forces of the city?

"It's hard to wait for them," sighed drizztdo'urden, which was most likely placed around a concealed phalanx to ensure privacy, and usually had a large fight with professionals, and the general movement could not attract three forces. "This series of witchcraft spells doesn't make a lot of noise?" Tristeuden smiled bitterly and said nothing, when the boy who came running from a distance opened his mouth. ”

Baker built the hidden rune matrix, and the rest of the superpowers gave us resources" Ouyang Dao looked at Drew, who nodded. "He's the son of a black market official, and his word is credible," the boy said with a wry smile.

"No more" The boy's expression was deep at the moment, Ouyang Dao nodded silently and didn't say anything. "What's wrong with him?" Ouyang Dao looked at another young man, who looked at Ouyang Dao with a frightened expression.

This was largely due to Ouyang Dao's actions—a terrible thing—as if there were countless skeletons surrounding him, and Ouyang Dao just punched and slammed his fist to block the seemingly endless stream of skeletons. Among these skeletons, many are clad in crimson skin and dressed in clothes that prove that they are professionals who are still trading in the Congo. The lowest-level undead transformed by professionals was the second level, but the boy was not surprised that Ouyang Dao was randomly killed by Ouyang Dao. ”

He was the substitute corpse of the guy named Baker, and he found that something was wrong with Baker, and he had come to me for help before" Trist Dolden sighed and fell into the sea of death "I didn't believe it when I heard it, but I don't think there was anything wrong with Baker" Baker said, when Ouyang Dao fell into deep thought, he found that he couldn't deal with Ouyang Dao.

A death wash mostly solved the resistance of professionals, and then directly awakened the undead earth, infected the spirit explosion of many professionals, and turned into undead. Baker ruled the Reinhardt underground black market for more than a decade, and during that time, he has been exploiting the professionals around him and making them vulnerable.

"Is there a way now?" The descendants of youth are not willing to do it, since the death of his father, his life has suddenly plummeted, and he has finally become a professional player, his life has just improved, and he does not want to die here. "I have an idea" The boy, being used as a material, raised his arm. Beneath the clothes, a glittering, twisted text lit up.

"Oh my God!" Trist du Öden's eyes lit up, "This can effectively kill the soul of the dead, which church is this, engraved?"

"War Chapel, Only the Most Basic Glove"

"War Church, how can this be" Drizztdo'urden shook his head painfully, the influence of the War Church in the Violet Kingdom is very low, the power concentration index is only more than three points, and the magic is released here, and the power is less than 30%.

The young man wryly laughed at the material, if it were not for the lack of war for the believers of the Church, who would have given him a general practitioner to put the sacred scriptures. The glove's sacred text means that it can only be destroyed if the handle goes deep into the soul fire, but as the most important core of the undead, the soul fire must be hidden in the deepest part of the body.

This requires the killer to be careful again and not to kill the necromantic creature directly, so that it will return directly to the land of the dead, and only if it does not change hands can it make up for the final blow with the sacred words. This delicate request is difficult to achieve, and there are dead people all around, and even with careful control, the dead people around may fill the last knife.

Baker is also hidden in the soul of the deceased, ready to attack the young man with the sacred inscription engraved on it.

It was precisely because of these difficulties that Urden lost hope. Ouyang Dao frowned when he thought of this difficulty. Most of the undead are as powerful as the inhabitants of the Lion City, and he has no interest in conquering them. The dead are more obedient than the living, but there are too many people around, and rash actions can expose them.

Ouyang Dao is not a god, and he can't guarantee that the people around him won't leak his performance, so the safest thing to do is to delay until reinforcements from the Big Three arrive. Ouyang Dao was tightening his wrists. It's going to be an uphill battle.

"Don't give up, I can hold on, as long as Baker doesn't stay too long until reinforcements arrive" Trist Durden evoked hope again, no, it was Baker who designed the abbey here, who knows what will be out there, and it will hold out for hours "Hold on, if you can!" Ouyang Dao frowned, and then the blood on Drizzle Eaton's body was opened. I told you to hold on!

The pain dispelled Dulton's spirit, and he stood beside Ouyang Dao to stop the attack. He didn't know when he would die, but he knew that Ouyang Dao could make his life miserable at any time. Trist Durden and Ouyang Dao fought, but behind their backs, the boys had different ideas.

The descendants of the strong were worried that if Ouyang Dao and Trist both failed, he would be the first to die. The young man of Saint-text was on fire, and among those who died in the wave of death, there were his closest friends. They looked at each other and were determined. It can't go on like this.

"Lord Gaia, if you continue like this, you won't be able to hold on, why don't we rush out now, I have a secret of a family inheritance," the boy said excitedly, Ouyang Dao glanced at him, poker face. Why? going out only increases the danger, and if Tristouden is in danger, he will be forced to take action.

Staying in one place would be exhausting, but with such an inhuman physique, Ouyang Dao felt that this task was not impossible. Ouyang Dao took advantage of his inattention, killed him, and with a strong swing, he pierced his skull. "What are you doing? Come back!"

"I can take the pressure, trust me!" He said that his defenses were strengthened, but the young Shengwen was getting worse and worse in Vietnam, surrounded by skeletons. "Damn, that's so careless!" Durden frowned, and just as he was about to get into his head to save the child, Ouyang Dao grabbed him.

"Don't go, it's hard to find a place to defend outside of this area," Ouyang Dao said, standing in a narrow passage next to a thick rock wall that Ouyang Dao had knocked down, and it was impossible to find a defensive point in the Land of Death when he went out of the corner. The washing of death energy accelerated the aging of things, clothes turned into rags, fertile land turned into worthless sand, and the outside world almost turned into gravel, except where Ouyang Dao protected it with a natural barrier. "But" Drizzle hesitated, Ouyang Daogang said that he was leaving, but he didn't expect to be suddenly impacted in the back!

Bang! A punch of energy hit Ouyang Dao's waist, and when he pushed Ouyang Dao out of this area, his face turned black. Only when they are in danger can these professionals do their best, they and the baker are both masters, and they will definitely be able to fight their way out! The offspring of the teenager thinks so, but in his eyes it must have been a successful sneak attack, but it did not achieve the desired effect.

Bang! Ouyang Dao was hit, staggered and sank, and made a big hole in the ground. What do you want, kid?" Ouyang Dao smiled, and the young descendant's face turned cold, and he rushed into the sea of skeletons.

"I still have a spell on me, if you want to get out, come with me!"

The boy said that he ran away, and the skeletons near the block left a lot of wounds on his body, but the boy never stopped. At this moment, before the deep sea of skulls, the young man's Bible suddenly rushed out and greeted the young man's descendants under heavy pressure. The young man had given up hope of killing Baker, but if Ouyang Dao killed him, Baker would be seriously injured. At least the other party's promotion ceremony is to wipe out the majority!

One for survival, the other for revenge, two fearless young men, among them, a fire of courage burns. "It's over, let's go save them," Tristo Urdon said, taking a deep breath, a flash of light flashed in his left arm, eight card slots popped up, Tristo Urden's fingers clenched, and an exciting handful of cards appeared. "I'll go first, you cover me" Shhhhh "Wait here!" Drizztdo'urden's face was frozen with blood. Ouyang Dao shook his head at him. "Two professionals do not affect our defense, go out now, the danger is far more than the defense" "But they rush out, without help, they will die!" Ouyang Dao nodded and let go of his hand.

"Go, bring them back, I'll leave them here" What does Trist Uden mean startled, and a smile appeared on Ouyang Dao's cold face. "I'm not going to stop you from pursuing justice, but my view is that defense is the best option. I can give you the attention of the dead, but you only have one chance to bring them back to life, and I will do that.

Cui Dong Edden was silent, he looked at Ouyang Dao, at the skeleton under his fist. "Something has to be done, whether it costs our lives or not," Trist Durdon whispered, not knowing if he was talking about himself or the children. "That's it, I wish you success" Ouyang Dao smiled, and then shook his fist fiercely, and the huge force caused the earth to explode, and the Dead Sea emptied a large chunk. This operation caught Baker's attention, and as the Sea of Death changed, several undead elites rushed in and shot at Ouyang Dao!

"Let's go!" Drizzle's eyes didn't see Ouyang Dao, only the figure remained in the majestic eyes, Drizzle's eyes were speechless, speechless to Ouyang Dao. He put his foot into the Dead Sea to look for the boy. He didn't know what to say about Ouyang Dao. An inexplicable rage erupted in his chest, and each blow filled him with strength. Violence relaxes, but more emotions explode, and he punches like a bull. Foggy, Meng Chong finally saw two teenagers in the depths of the Dead Sea. They were all cut open, and one of the man's left arm was torn open from top to bottom, but even so, he endured the pain because if he didn't resist, he would die.

"They're coming"

"I Can't Die"

"I will get revenge"

The belief of "live" sustained the boy, and even if he didn't have a good piece of meat around him, even if the skeleton would never be clean, they still didn't give up. "I can't die here!" I'm alive!" Two young men, the duelist and the bard, fight, roar.

Neither of these courses offers much strength, and while they are strong in both the second and third phases, they are not even as strong as the average fighter in the current career stage. There are a lot of top-to-bottom jobs out there, but they don't have access to any of them, and there are already opportunities for two of the most promising jobs. Now facing the Sea of Skulls, it will hit their most vulnerable spots. Not enough resistance, not enough stamina. "I can fight a little longer, can you?" Well, I'm not going to fall before you!" Just as the two children were encouraging each other, a sudden tremor shook the ocean of outer skulls, and then a piercing drizzle rushed in.

"You're here!"

"I knew it!" The children shouted excitedly, and Little Fur proved that they had done nothing wrong!, "What about Lord Gaia? I'm ready to confront." "If Lord Gaia stops me for three seconds, I can empty this half-skeleton sea," the descendant shouted excitedly, the boy clenching his fists, the scratches on the back of his hand gleaming.

"He's not here," Trist Dolden said quietly. "What do you say, don't rain, Urden, I can't hear you," added Trist Dorden, who did not dare to look the boy in the eye, but tried to hit him hard in the skull.

"Let's go back," the young man said blankly, as they looked in the direction where Drizzle Edon had come from, the Ouyang Dao they had been longing for did not exist at all.

"Go back, what did I do?" The boy roared, and Triston silently pulled out a card and filled it into the machine's cracked left arm. Trist Durden was tired, but he did it quietly, breathing to replenish his broken energy source.

"Go back, there's no chance," said the descendant, raising his arm to join the fight, following the furry bear like a puppet. The boy lay on his back, palms facing the sky, looking at the sword-shaped wound on his wrist. Broken light fell from the gap and dissipated in the fall, like snow, like rain, like tears.

"Well, that's all!"