"Do you know who he is? I thought you didn't. After all, having such a good trophy around you doesn't look like a real 'bandit'. ”

Now Ouyang Dao was dizzy, thinking that the Hulk was a spiritual expert, but his "blood changes" were physical. Ouyang Dao had a guess that he had been speculating about since Vivian had been promoted to a master.

It stands to reason that as a druid, the field of promotion should be life or nature, but it is the sea or sea life that is promoted. Coupled with the fact that the informant has become a flesh-and-blood professional spirit expert, this shows that blood transformation is not the way Ouyang Dao thinks, choosing the strongest part of the profession to be promoted, but forcing a professional to improve his physical or marine abilities.

The growth of this ability is far greater than the accumulation of previous professions, and the powers of the past are suppressed and absorbed, thus revealing a normal state of evolution.

Until today, Ouyang Dao finally believed that blood manipulation must be one of Poseidon's abilities. I don't know if ruling with a mortal body is a talent or a curse. Ouyang Dao was worried about his unknown Seagod career, his blood had been transformed into the Seagod's power, which made him very impulsive, as if his power was built in a castle in the air, and could be taken away by conspirators at any time.

"I can no longer rely entirely on my blood, I have to cultivate my own strength," Ouyang Dao said to himself, and then continued to deal with the problem at hand. "My spiritual ocean is fairly calm and shows no signs of being controlled,"

Ouyang Dao's question made Tuxi laugh, and he looked at Ouyang Dao with indescribable Daoqi eyes, "For a while, I thought you were a deep-rooted professional," Ouyang Dao said, "Because you know profound mystical knowledge, but now I envy you, you lucky guy." "Is there anything wrong with what he just said? Why does Tusi seem to know everything?" "What are you doing spiritual profession for? A howling warrior or a cold-blooded killer?Their mind control does not create ripples in the spirit world, and the more advanced a person is, the more likely you are to act according to your own wishes," Ouyang Dao pondered, after discovering the spirit of the summoner, he no longer cared about the mind control skills of other professions.

Mind control techniques, after all, come from the subconscious. However, it turned out that he was thinking too much, and the more complex masters of psychology may not be aware of the problem, while the psychological will of professionals has evolved to a higher form.

Knowing that he had an 80% chance of controlling the situation, Ouyang Dao continued to ask Tusi, this skill takes time to release, I have never been anywhere today "Hey, hey," Tusi said with a sneer, "Although our sect is small and confined to Mori Province, we have been here longer than you think, do you think ordinary citizens are what you see?" ”

"Butchers, bakers, bartenders, skilled workers with a little bit of expertise are the eyes and ears of every major organization. As for the coachman, the courier, the newsboy, more than 90% of the well-informed members have more than three secret identities" Tusi's words were completely unacceptable to Ouyang Daolin, he thought that professionals were what he needed to pay attention to, but he didn't expect that in this little lion city, there were Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons everywhere.

"It's a thriving Lion City," Tucci concluded, "a paradise for professionals, a hell for the common people, a city where people can't live without identity." Ouyang Dao was silent, according to Tusi, it was easy to control the situation, after all, who would pay attention to ordinary people who had been with them for a while?

At this moment, a dazzling purple light flashed, and a three-ring structure with a twisted six-pointed star as the core appeared in the sky. Ouyang Dao rushed out of range, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of coffins were hit.

After the spell ended, Tusi's bitter voice said "Once again, I don't know how much time is left for our souls and lives" Ouyang Dao didn't mean to say strange grievances, but he stared at a cemetery that had been borrowed by wolves, and a strange thought appeared in my mind.

"How many corpses are there in this cemetery? Do you think they will continue in the phalanx?"

"This cemetery was a collective grave before it was built, and there were at least a thousand corpses" Wild or controlled?" Tusi gave Ouyang Dao a strange look" "It's not just the undead" Ouyang Dao replied, "And all the lifeless things on the rotting coffins"

"Hmm... A smile appeared on his lips, and he took out a small blood vial from his arm and threw it to the ground, and the moment the blood vial hit the ground, the hard stone bricks in the cemetery seemed to fall into the water, and the blood vial fell directly to the ground.

Tutsi was bewildered by his gesture, but didn't say anything, just stayed away from the cemetery. After about 10 minutes, the familiar purple light flickered again, and the skeletons were thrown into the air one by one, but unlike the almost rotten skeletons of the past, in the middle of the skeletons were fresh skeletons, with long, pointed cones and long arms.

The sharp-eyed Tucci was confused. The bones were so white that they looked like fresh corpses, but there was no flesh left on them, as if they had been buried for years. A strange mixture of novelty and obsolescence that reminds Tutsi of another possibility, the summoner of summoners.

Could it be... Tucci turned his head to Ouyang Dao, who was already riding on the dragon with an excited expression on his face, and the other three masters surrounded him as if they had come with the nobles. Ouyang Dao closed his eyes when he opened them. He reached out and patted the dragon's massive scales with his hand.

The monster moved westward like a steel chariot. The other three owners had disappeared, and the cemetery had finally returned to its calm, and Tusi leaned against the tombstone, looked at him as he passed, and suddenly gave him a strange smile. The four masters are on the field, dear elders, I don't know if you're ready.

The Hunter's Guild Warrior Graveyard, outside the Black Metal Gate.

Naza was confronted by a shriveled old man, behind whom stood the Hunter and the Congregation of the Undead, behind whom the undead summoned skeletons. Naza realizes that he can't wait any longer, and if she defeats her master on the other side, the hunters behind him will be slaughtered by the Sea of Skulls. But every time she prepares to strike, a deadly sense of threat hangs over her, as if she will die if she makes a mistake. This feeling, Naza has confirmed, is not the result of a psychic spell, but a conscious warning from her body.

The emaciated old man on the other side put his hand in his robe, and under the robe there was a small raised pillar that looked like a jewel on top of a staff. The haggard old man had a smile on his face, and Duke Xiao Qi stared at Nazha as if he was about to snap his fingers to kill her.

"Now take your people and go, I'll pretend that this day never happened," Naza said, looking at the old man with a frown, his tone full of menace: "Greeville, you've been a master for a long time, do you really want to fight me?"

"Hmph," said the thin old man with a sneer, and the god of death, Greliville, with his hand tucked into his robes, walked straight out, holding a short black rod studded with rubies in his hand. "If I dare to come to the cemetery of the warriors, I will be ready for you"

"If you want to go to war, I don't mind looking at the most powerful master" Please... Naza stared at Greliville's short cane, not a trap weapon to be liberated, but a force that could hurt her. There were more skeletons behind the Deathly Hallows, and the hunters of Naza were a bit noisy. If they charge now, the hunters may still win, but if time passes, the odds will get smaller and smaller.

"Do so, sir. If we wait any longer, we will... ”

As the hunters nervously drew their swords, Naza's eyes flashed with fear. If Greeleyville could kill her with that little wand, Naza wouldn't believe it. But in case she gets trapped and loses her master, the battleman's graveyard is a treasure that the vulture greeleyville will dig up.

Unfortunately, Changgang was unwilling to obey orders after being transferred back to the mine, and Changgang should have been silent there all the time, otherwise it would have been less embarrassing.

Naza was furious. It's no secret that these two don't support him, but it's no surprise that the other side is so stubborn on such an important issue that they would use the corpses of their comrades to pave the way for their own rights. After today, I'm going to teach them a lesson. Naza curled up his gloved fingers and bent down to look at Greeville's fearless face.

"After today, the Lion City must be cleared of the cult of death," Greeleyville sneered, his cult of death retreating into a sea of skeletons, where he waved his short stick and eight green-lighted elites appeared.

"When I empty your battlefield graveyard, who is in charge in the Lion City?" Hunter, Master Rush Naza roared, his body leading the way, and the thick earth energy condensed on her fists, just hitting the two elite-level undead in the flight. Greeleyville doesn't care. He brandished his clubs, and the dead who had been knocked out returned to the line of fire.

The skeleton's bones and flesh writhed, and the damage inflicted by Naza was gone. By this time, the hunters had collided with the Dead Sea, their silver swords meeting their bone rods, and an elixir used to prevent death was working.

The first fell, the second rose from the crack, the rough bone stick, often cut into three pieces before he could do it, and beat desperately. The indiscriminate attacks of the undead also caused problems, as several hunters were hit by bone bats, their skin burned by the smell of death and years of deadly poisons.

This red mark neither hurts nor itches, but silently takes away their lives and physical strength. The hunter who was hit only felt more and more tired, and the long knife in his hand was as heavy as a boulder on a mountain, and every time it was like life was wrestling.

At this point the two sides of the battlefield turned oval, with Greeville and Naza in the middle, the battle between the two men may not look so flashy, but a small aftershock can stir up a lot of dust. On either side of the president's office, there is a front line between hunters and the undead. The lines are jagged. Teams of hunters descend deep into the depths of the sea of bones.

The ranged hunters in the rear were delighted, and the situation was turning in their favor when a group of undead in heavy black armor appeared from the rear. Hunters armed with bows and crossbows looked at each other, longbows, crossbows, and alchemists' muskets aimed at these conspicuous targets, and flaming alchemists' bullets and silver arrows pierced through the cracks in each other's armor. Seeing that arrows and bullets were about to be fired, the hunters saw a glint of joy in their eyes. The assault weapons they use have been coated with elixir to keep the undead from approaching.

Some of the arrows are specially made armor-piercing blast arrows that are used against huge flesh and blood, but they are professional necromancers, and it is a waste to keep them. The hunter squad at the front of the line also watched the arrows and bullets, and as soon as they dodged the rain of arrows, they rushed forward to end each other's lives. But just as victory was imminent, the black-clad monsters clenched their fists, gray-black-purple light illuminated their bodies, and silver arrows and bullets rippled on the hood. Some hoodies went straight through, but most survived. The attack level is not right!

Vigilant front-line hunters spotted the problem. The potions they were supposed to use would have a devastating effect on the smell of death, but the gray and black shields had lost at least half of their energy. But at least it's still useful, the hunter squad leader put a layer of potion on the long knife, since the effect is not ideal, let's increase the dose! Just as the squad leader was about to charge, two red lights suddenly lit up, and under the strange black armor, it seemed to be the eyes of these armored creatures. When these two red lights were completely solidified, the mutation was born!