With his eyes raised, Chen Fusheng looked at the tall man who was striding behind Sark, his face was as heavy as water and he couldn't see the slightest expression, he frowned slightly, his heart moved, and he drove Yingxin forward to fly up against the wind, and secretly said to himself: "The puppet is still ......."

"My lord, our Marcus family ......"

Lake's voice stopped abruptly, looking at Chen Fusheng's hand, a white silk thread flew out from his fingertips, quickly elongated, and the man who carried the hammer suddenly felt the crisis contained in it, and shouted, black lines appeared on his face, and the already majestic momentum suddenly rose again, and the double hammer in his hand suddenly became lighter, and hundreds of strokes were waved in an instant, and the hammer shadow in the sky was collected immediately, forming a net in front of him, and he was about to tear the silk thread in the air.

With a slight twist, the silk thread suddenly became illusory, as if it had disappeared from the air, and the power of the war hammer was used in the void, and the originally impermeable hammer net revealed an undetectable gap, although the man reacted very quickly, his arms suddenly became three points thicker, and the fighting spirit exploded, and he was about to forcibly fill this gap.

But it was enough for Chen Fusheng, and with a light ride, the silk thread manifested from the air again, wrapped around the handle of the hammer, and pulled it with a halt, the seemingly weak silk thread was surprisingly tough, and the black iron war hammer infused with strong fighting spirit forcibly disrupted the tricks. Then without waiting for the man to react again, he quickly split into dozens or hundreds, and stretched out along the hammer to the man's arms, but in a moment, the man was wrapped tightly, and the man desperately urged the fighting spirit, and the silk thread wrapped it like a tide rose and contracted, shaking out subtle ripples, turning the impact into invisible.

Laike felt a chill in his heart, he didn't expect this powerful martial artist who was desperately suppressing his life to be so vulnerable in front of this man. It was most unacceptable that he had been unable to tell what the man had used when he had read through the records of the canonical records he had seen in the Marcus family and the legends he had heard as a bard.

Originally, he saw this man coming in the air, thinking that this man was a magician who had contracted a magic pet, or that the other party was a druid, which was extremely rare in both the Holy Alliance and the Midnight Court, and that the tiger-shaped monster was his animal companion.

But what is the origin of this silk thread?!

The blood clan naturally has a high sense of magic, although it may not be able to become a magician, but Lake is sure that there is no elemental power on it, but it is life energy like Douqi.

Lake's eyes widened, and his heart was cold, watching the end of the silk thread illusory again, and then piercing into the position of the head, and the fighting qi that exploded from time to time had no blocking effect at all.

The silk thread was slowly pulled out, and the package converged back into one, ignoring the majestic man who fell to the ground with a bang, Chen Fusheng looked at the black air mass that was constantly changing at the end of the silk thread, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Just now he felt that the man's divine thoughts fluctuated differently, although the vitality was powerful, but it was not like a living person, but it was somewhat similar to the existence of a puppet Taoist soldier, and now it seems that this thing should be strange again.

With a flick of his fingers, a jet-black stream of water enveloped the air mass, and Chen Fusheng was about to urge the mana to destroy this thing, when he heard a clear sound, a ray of light flew out of his body, and he stopped in front of the air mass.

Chen Fusheng was slightly stunned, looked at this crystal worm, and naturally stopped his movements.

Naturally, he knew what it was.

On the day of the sword fighting in the Great Snow Mountain, he met the Southern Demon Sect Holy Aunt who combined the five elements with the five-headed immortal Gu King and practiced the five-color divine light of the ancient supernatural powers, the other party was the only daughter of the Demon Sect leader Ye Changsheng, and the family history was born, and he sensed that Chen Fusheng had not been cleared of the breath of the Great Freedom Son of Heaven, because this magic trick was related to her foundation of Taoism, and with a whim, she gave Chen Fusheng a Gu worm under the pretext of apology.

Although Chen Fusheng accepted this Gu worm, he strangled it with mana in the Cave Heaven Magic Weapon, so as not to leave any future troubles, but he didn't expect that this Gu worm named a thread was made by a silkworm, The golden cicada is obtained from the hybrid of the bloodline of two ancient insects, which is among the three hundred and sixty kinds of Gu worms in the Southern Demon Sect, which is extremely rare, and what is even more rare is that the golden cicada sheds its shell, and the silkworm chrysalis turns into a butterfly, this line of Gu worms must die before it can really be conceived and born, once it is formed, it has a hidden and formless, if it is alive and dead, even the cave heaven magic weapon can not completely isolate the breath induction, Chen Fusheng can't even find it from the two Ten Realms Vajra Fetal Tibetan Mandala Array, and when he confronted the wind, he was embellished by the Miao girl Aman.

However, later Chen Fusheng fell into the hands of the Heavenly Desire Venerable, and in the nine-tribulation chain of life and death chess, he not only became a product, but also successfully forced out this Gu worm, in which this Gu worm also refined his breath, and actually broke off the induction of the qi and soul with Miao Nu Aman.

Even so, Chen Fusheng naturally had no need to destroy it, plus he was also extremely curious about this Gu worm's two-hearted synaesthesia, and he felt that there was a mutual reference with the Demon Sect's Demon Seed Method.

It's just that this Gu worm has inherited two ancient insect bloodlines, and it is only a thin line away from the immortal product, and it is fierce by nature, difficult to tame, and Chen Fusheng doesn't know anything about the art of Gu refining. The Zhong family under his command, who was born in Zhong Zhi, is inextricably linked to the Southern Demon Sect, but after all, it is a family heirloom with corpse cultivation techniques, and his attainments in Gu art are very shallow.

Until Chen Fusheng came across the border, the vitality of the two realms was very different, and even he was suppressed, although this line was a different species, and there were two Ten Realms Vajra Fetal Tibetan Mandala Array protection, but he was still not lightly injured, Chen Fusheng took the opportunity to condense a demon seed into it, and completely refined.

It's just that although it has Chen Fusheng's mana, this Gu worm still hasn't been raised yet, and it just continues to sleep and recuperate on weekdays, but I didn't expect to be attracted out today.

With a flap of his wings, the first-line Gu worm suddenly increased by more than three times, and with a swallow of his head, he incorporated the black air mass into his abdomen, and then his body shrank again, recovered as before, flapped his wings, and continued to dive into Chen Fusheng's dantian, absorbing the vitality power in the true water of the Northern Darkness.

On the outskirts of Soma County, the once luxurious manor has become dilapidated and unbalanced in the blink of an eye under a sudden attack.

Seven or eight men and women with different appearances, but all dressed in white, gathered in a circle, watching the middle-aged man in the middle cast a spell to condense the blood pool that was overflowing with blood into a fist-sized blood red crystal.

These people are standing here, naturally they will not be mortals without strength, they can see clearly, in the middle of the spar, is the image of an old man, although the body is scarred, but the powerful majestic aura seems to be released through the spar, and these people who are oppressed are speechless.

Who would have thought that a blood clan earl of the thirteen clans would be captured so easily, with no power to parry, and he couldn't even commit suicide.

"Ahem......"

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, his expression was full of surprise, and he looked somewhere, "It turns out that this Norland continent also has such exquisite spells, originally I thought that they were still in the primitive stage of controlling the power of the elements by instinct like a demonic beast, it seems that even if the foundation of a world for tens of thousands of years does not go to the right path, it is indeed extraordinary." ”

"Mentor ......"

An old man with a gloomy face, who seemed to have nothing to do with kindness and kindness, said this word, which was already very blunt to him, and asked in a low voice, "That's ......"

"Nothing. ”

Putting away the spar with his backhand, he took a tube of crystal-wrapped potion to relieve the small pain of his soul, the middle-aged man didn't seem to mind that saying this would shake his powerful impression in the minds of these disciples who had just been collected, and he said eloquently, "It was the No. 3 who I let out to chase those little mice that was killed, and there have been many strong people passing by Soma County recently, which is not so strange." However, it is a bit rare that that person can even find and break the magic I set up on No. 3. ”

"It must be the pastor in the church. As if remembering some unpleasant past, the old man's voice was full of hatred and disgust, "Mentor, your witchcraft acts on both the physical and soul levels, and even our necromancers' research on the soul is only at the surface stage, and only those priests who play with mortal souls have such a perceptual ability. ”

As if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, the others gritted their teeth at the same time.

Like the old man, they are all necromancers, and each has the strength of at least the silver rank, if all the undead creatures that have been refined are released and let go, even the gold-level powerhouses can temporarily compete with one or two. It was only because he was forced by the church to be unable to get along in the Norland continent that he threw himself into this fourth-order wizard under the temptation of countless magical witchcraft beyond imagination, planning to go to the so-called wizarding world to reopen up the world.

Although the reputation of necromancers on the Norland continent has rotted on the streets, generally speaking, even if other magicians don't like it, most of them stay away, and even if it doesn't cause too much chaos, even those nobles and countries will not hit them too hard, but choose to turn a blind eye. After all, they are magicians with extraordinary powers, and they are naturally more important than poor farmers who have nothing.

However, any church regards the expansion of faith as the foundation, although the common people do not have much wealth and power, but it is the most important component of the power of faith, not to mention that the research direction of the necromancer in a sense touches the forbidden realm exclusive to the gods, so even a few evil god churches that like to release their fears through plagues, undead, etc., will spare no effort to crack down on necromancers outside their jurisdiction.

The middle-aged man smiled, he knew that these mages were consciously about to leave this world, and they had no fear, and wanted to encourage his new mentor to make some trouble here.

"It seems that they haven't changed their minds yet, and they are still a long way from being a real wizard. The middle-aged wizard thought leisurely, pressed down with his hands, looked around, and a simple witchcraft was released, and the necromancers found that they could no longer make any sound.

"Originally, my mission this time was to lead you magicians with talent and attainments in necromantic witchcraft to the wizarding world, but it was only because those gods fell from the pantheon and planned to meet in this Midnight Court to form an alliance that the council temporarily sent me to collect information. ”

"I made a move this time, just because vampires do not exist in the wizarding world, and their state is like death and life, and they can gain strength and longevity through blood, which plays a very important role in our necromantic system, especially some of my research topics, this time the turmoil is not small, it will attract the attention of many people, and there are actually a lot of obstacles to our next step, I will not rashly attack these church pastors again." ”

Looking at the expressions on the faces of these necromancers, the middle-aged wizard smiled again and said, " However, it is impossible for the war between us and the Norland continent to end in a short period of time, and when you finish your training and become a wizard in the real sense, in addition to continuing your research in the rear, you can also take the initiative to apply to join the battle against Norland, I believe that many gods should have fallen at that time, and those priests and priests can be easily captured by the fragile ones, which are the best experimental materials, you must know that one of the hottest topics in our necromancy system today is about the directional mutation of the body and soul caused by the long-term radiation of divine power。 ”

Lake unconsciously turned his head to look at the man who fell to the ground, the wizard used a strange technique, this person is not dead, and the strong essence blood belonging to the warrior in it is a big temptation for Lake, who has been injured a lot.

It's just that Chen Fusheng put in front of him the record of such a powerful martial artist in suppression and submission with a snap of his fingers, and he didn't dare to make any moves.

Chen Fusheng frowned, Lake's thoughts naturally couldn't escape his eyes, and with a flick of his hand, a golden flame fell on this man with a broken soul, and the blazing heat easily turned his body and the pair of war hammers made of black iron into ashes.

Lake retreated again and again, looking at Chen Fusheng's eyes, there was no longer just awe of the strong, but incomparable fear, the blood clan was the family of the moon, and its strength was doubled under the dark night and silver moon.

However, this flame gave him the feeling that it was a natural restraint for his kind of existence, although it was still far away, but there was a burning pain in his soul.

Looking at Lake's eyes with satisfaction, Chen Fusheng waved his hand, forced out a drop of essence blood from his fingertips, and flicked it in front of Lake, "Although you are a vampire, you should also be a nobleman of the Midnight Court, swallow this drop of blood to recuperate your injuries, sort it out, and then I will take you to meet the true representative of our mission, His Highness Dawn Lanchester, let us know what is going on, why the puppet is chasing you." ”

As the current heir to the Holy Alliance's first rank, it was naturally impossible for Dawn Lanchester to come to the Midnight Court just to attend that meeting, and at the same time lead a mission as diplomacy.