The inability to release the fighting spirit is definitely a fatal killing move for a warrior, and the martial arts circulating in the human world are all the fighting spirit released to play a powerful force.

At present, it doesn't have much impact on Wang Yaolai, because on his skill tree, there are not many skills that require the release of fighting energy.

Fortunately, he discovered this problem early, otherwise he would have suffered a big loss in the future......

On the hillside, Lu Feiming and Wang Yao walked nearly 300 moves, and on top of swordsmanship, Lu Feiming couldn't help Wang Yao, because the other party's cultivation was also very high.

What surprised Lu Feiming was that this time Wang Yao was holding a double sword to fight him, and he was using another set of swordsmanship-Imperial Swordsmanship.

Wang Yao put away the two bone swords and sneered: "You skeleton is really difficult, there will always be a slave mark in your mind that will make you completely surrender to me." ”

Lu Feiming laughed: "You are quite confident, why don't I think the same as you?"

"Look at the pick—Yan Ice Slash!"

Lu Feiming threw out a fighting slash violently.

"Block!"

Bite~

Wang Yao was slashed backwards by Lu Feiming's fighting spirit, and he retreated nearly a hundred meters before stopping.

Although this Dou Qi Slash was a blue water attribute Dou Qi, what was released was a blazing heat, and this Slash couldn't even be counteracted with Dou Qi.

Wang Yao shook his arm, feeling more and more that Lu Feiming in front of him was very mysterious, which increased his desire to subdue Lu Feiming.

Seeing that Wang Yao blocked the Yan Bing Slash, Lu Fei nodded to himself.

"Wang Yao, is this monarch leaving, remember, you are the person I Lu Feiming fancies, and I will come back to mark you as a slave when I become stronger!"

"Hey, don't want your territory?" Wang Yao shouted.

Lu Feiming slowly turned his head: "When you develop the territory well, I will mark you with a slave seal, and everything is mine!"

Looking at Lu Feiming's back, Wang Yao yelled: "You also do a good job of the territory, if you are the commander of the light pole, I have to think about it!"

......

The domain of the Brass Skull Lord, under the command of Wang Yao, renovated the landmark building into a European-style church building.

Wang Yao has become the third lord, and the tragedy is that no one here knows what the Dream Ambergris is, and they haven't even heard of it.

"Your Lord!"

Gold (Brass Skeleton Lord, the name given by Wang Yao) trembled and came to Wang Yao's face, at this time Wang Yao was meditating and cultivating, and he didn't want to disturb Wang Yao, but there was a reason for it, and it was urgent.

"What's the matter? Is there any news about the Dream Ambergris I asked you to inquire about?"

Jin Jin shook his head: "Lord Lord, it's time to pay tribute this month, according to the regulations, we should pay a tribute of 10 million soul dollars to the Jiji Lich, these three you let you go to find out the news, so ......"

Wang Yao slowly opened his eyes: "So the soul yuan is a little insufficient, isn't it? Playing smart with me, you are still a little tender, do you blame me for seizing your position and wanting to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Jin knelt directly on the ground and kept kowtowing to Wang Yao.

"My lord, don't dare, don't dare!"

Wang Yao said: "Get up, look at what scares you, what kind of strength is Yijiji, can't I just kill him." It's not like I haven't done it before, if it weren't for ...... Forget it, what are you doing so much!"

Wang Yao deliberately left a suspense for the gold, after three understandings, he also had a shallow understanding of the Dark Temple Knight clan, this clan has a strong style, combat effectiveness is very strong, and it is a common thing to fight beyond the level.

"Ah~ Lord Lord, the Jiji Lich is a seventh-level magician, and there are two low-level bone dragon protectors sitting down, you ......" Jin wanted to speak and stopped.

Although the knights of the Dark Temple are strong, they are still a little unreliable with one enemy and three, not to mention that once the fight starts, Wang Yao may retreat with his whole body, and he and his brothers will suffer.

"Well, it's a little tricky, but it's not that it can't be beaten!" Wang Yao touched his nose and changed the subject: "How much is missing?"

"There are still four million soul dollars missing!"

Jin handed a soul crystal ball to Wang Yao, and all of the crystal balls were light purple soul fires, looking at the size of the soul fire, all of them were the level of first-level soul fires.

"These are still made up, if you take them, the realm will fall. "Gold said pitifully.

Since he became a lord, he has been very tired every month, and there is almost no cultivation time for himself, and when he gets up, Wang Yao is the third lord and he has the easiest time, at least he won't worry about the matter of Soul Yuan.

"How many more tributes?"

"There are seven left, but it takes three to get to Gigi Lich's Lich Tower, and only four to prepare. ”

"Four is enough, you are waiting for me at home!"

Wang Yao rushed out of the territory with the crystal ball.

One hundred and thirty miles away from his territory, there was another lord's territory, he was a fifth-level undead bone rat, and he usually had friction with the tribe of gold.

The rule of the underworld is that the weak eat the strong, and Wang Yao naturally wants to take the territory of the undead bone rat first.

The soul of this undead bone rat before its formation was a demonic beast rat, and his soul became like this after his resurrection in the underworld; They don't care what the other person is like, they only look at the strength of their soul fire......

As night fell, the soul fire was held up in the territory of the undead bone rat, and the lilac flame dispelled the darkness and brought a dark purple light to the territory.

This is what the underworld looks like, if you don't light a fire, most things in the dark are invisible, and you can only see the fire of the other person's soul.

This month, the Undead Bone Rat completed the target a week early, and the whole tribe was very happy, even celebrating with the extravagant act of lighting the soul fire.

As the saying goes, those who hand over the lord, those who keep enough for the collective, and the rest are all their own. The tribe of the undead bone rats is left this month, and everyone can improve a little bit.

A group of skeleton warriors, skeleton mages, bone rats, bone snakes, etc., circled around the soul fire, greedily absorbing the soul power sputtered by the soul fire.

As a low-level undead, being able to absorb a little soul power is an extremely luxurious thing, just like eating a bite of dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Wang Yao watched all this quietly, and the holy weapon in his hand seemed to feel Wang Yao's fighting intent, and trembled with excitement.

"Old man, I haven't given you the name after following me for so long, now we move faster, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, I'll call you Autumn Leaves!"

Wang Yao gently stroked the blade of the long sword, and Qiu Ye was also desperately responding to Wang Yao, as if he was excited about his name.

Under the power of the underworld, Qiu Ye didn't feel anything wrong, but was very excited, which made Wang Yao very happy.

"Let's make this night a little more crazy!"

Wang Yao held the autumn leaves in his right hand and the dragon chant in his left hand, covered his face, and slowly walked towards the territory of the undead bone rat under the veil of night......

(To be continued)

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