Chapter 59: Necromancy

"Hmph, why dismiss it. You are willing to fall!" Yilong snorted coldly, and there was a hint of disdain between his words. The scorpion uncharacteristically did not mean to defend himself with anger, but laughed hoarsely. "Oh, interesting, depraved, that seems like a good word. However, the one who is least qualified to say this is your second mountain. ”

"What do you mean!" Ye Han wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Yilong. Yilong didn't go to defend himself, his eyes scanned the people opposite, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, let's do it." The scorpion didn't mean to give the order immediately, and continued. "Do you, senior brother, do you have any hint of bullying when you say this? My unqualified subordinates can't help but give you a few beatings. ”

"Besides, you are too much higher than me in terms of cultivation. With only my seventh-layer cultivation of condensing qi, how can I beat you, senior brother?" the scorpion raised his hand to point at himself as he spoke, and spread his hands forward. Based on what he had just observed, Yi Long and Ye Han had already stepped into the foundation building, and among the three female disciples, there were also two of them who had the eighth layer of condensation, and the other one also had the seventh layer of condensation. Ji Zhu also has a sixth-layer cultivation of condensation, all of which is no different from the information he obtained.

Not to mention the combat power, in terms of cultivation alone, the six people have the advantage of crushing. The superior side is naturally strong and eager to fight quickly. Ye Leng snorted and said mockingly, "If you don't do it, you still have to drink tea and chat?" "Don't worry, there are 100 unsuccessful subordinates to play with you. ”

The scorpion's hands were spread flat, and its body gradually floated into the air, rising to about half a foot above the ground. He said, "O disciples who have been killed, O humiliated souls who have been trampled underfoot." Burn the last of your energy to defend against this cruel invader, for the last remaining dignity. ”

As he spoke, black smoke rose from the fallen corpses around him. The entire area was suddenly shrouded in black mist. The hundred monks also began to close their eyes and absorb it. In just two or three moments, the black mist was inhaled into the body.

"What! This is ,,,,,,,,,,,, Necromancy Curse!" Yilong's voice trembled slightly, and Ji Zhu's eyes widened. Even Xiaoxiang's heart trembled. Necromancy spell, borrowing the grievances of the undead, instantly increases the combat power of the caster. Depending on the number of undead and the strength of the aggro, it can be increased by two to three times, or even more.

However, if it is short-lived, the time to improve can be large or small according to the caster's cultivation and skill. This is a technique to destroy the withering and decaying, and the person who is applied will also run out of oil and lamp with the disappearance of the necromancy curse. With a short but intense burn, life will also dissipate.

"What else is this man hiding! What is the face under this black cloak? What kind of means does he have! Terror, only this word can describe the person in front of him. This person's viciousness is definitely more than what he thought just now, and he must not be regarded as a seventh-layer cultivator. The superiority of the six disappeared all at once, and now there was only panic in their hearts.

Yilong gasped, the confidence just now was really ridiculous. Not to mention anything else, if it is really a fight between himself and the scorpion, who will suffer, maybe.

The red veins on the faces of the hundred monks burst out, and the black qi on their bodies kept emanating, and their eyes were red. Like a wild beast that has been gathering momentum for a long time, it will pounce on its locked prey at any time.

"Joke! Intruder, what are you doing, don't you know?" Ye Han shouted, Ji Zhu also clenched his long sword, and roared, "That's right! I want to avenge my senior brother!" "Yes, you scum of the Sword Sect!" An Yao also shouted. "Evil prevails over good. Xiaoxiang's pupils shrank and he shook the long sword in his hand.

In fact, it is not that evil cannot prevail over good. Right and wrong, evil and good, light and dark. There is no absolute winner and loser, the strong will naturally win, and the weak will naturally lose. And the victory is right, and the right is clear. The victors usually divide their own scope and kind, and those who disagree with their rules or values, etc., will be attributed to evil, ostracized, or even killed.

Shouting out that will not bring them anything substantial, it is nothing more than a vain attempt to dispel the fear in their hearts. Everyone will firmly believe in the belief of the side they belong to, and they will not rest until death.

"Hmph. Let's take revenge again. The scorpion snorted coldly, and a hundred monks raised their swords and slashed at the six. The scorpion and the boy stepped back and looked coldly at the six people who were surrounded. The young man was Zhang Shao, standing beside the scorpion, without a trace of his usual domineering. It was evident from his eyes that he had a soul-like fear of scorpions.

When he joined Black Wind Valley two years ago, he was assigned to work under Wang Song. Occasionally, he would be called by the scorpion to help do something, and Wang Song would not refuse. The first time he saw the scorpion was when he entered the valley to meet the valley master, in fact, he had never seen the valley master at all, and when he knelt down that day, it was just a ceremony held outside the Star Picking Pavilion.

It was the scorpion who presided over the ceremony, and he was also dressed like this, and no one had ever seen him. It's like none of them have ever seen the real face of the valley master. It was only on that day that Zhang Shao and the scorpion "looked at each other" once, but that was the only time. Of course, he couldn't see his appearance, and when Zhang Shao looked at the scorpion, he felt that under the black cloak was not a human face, but an abyss.

There is no light, there is no bottom of the abyss. And the abyss seemed to be watching him. I want to turn him into a part of the abyss. It is a shock to the soul, and once is enough to remember it for a lifetime.

Through this necromancy spell, the combat power of these hundred monks instantly increased to about six or seven layers of condensation, which was not a problem for Yilong and Ye Han. But for others, one-on-two can still cope. But so many monks attacked together, and they were no match at all!

"Protect yourselves, and be defensive. Let me and my senior brother deal with them!" Ye Han waved the giant que and slashed the two monks who pounced. The Fourth Mountain Exercise is known for its agility, and part of it is also due to the subtlety of footwork. This makes them like phantoms in battle, shuttling among enemies, killing people invisibly. This inscrutable footwork allows them to do excellent offensive and defensive results.

However, the Changhong Gong method is very different. There is also a difference between the fierceness and fearlessness of the Juque exercises, and the Changhong exercises are sharp and domineering. Both Changhong and Juque can achieve a strong attack effect, while the defense is mainly based on parrying and spell blocking, which is too poor in dodging.

This kind of restriction is very common, and the exercises often ignore or abandon something in order to pursue a one-sided extreme. The defects in a single exercise are extremely obvious in the disciples of low cultivation.