readx;? Indeed, there are really a lot of variables in this demon assessment, and there is a Shura, which Taiyuan did not expect. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And in the void, Howard looked at Andrew for a long time, his expression was calm and indifferent, he really had nothing to worry about, with the strength of Shura, in the face of a seven-star demon like Andrew, where would there be any pressure.

On the contrary, Andrew's current situation is a little worse, Howard has the strength of Shura, it is not something he can deal with, and even now it is a little difficult to save his life, there is no way, the difference in strength between the Seven Star Demon and Shura is at least ten times, he just wants to escape, it depends on Howard's mood.

And at this time, in the fog not far away, a large number of god-level powerhouses rushed out, these people were all people who came to participate in the demon assessment, and their target was not Howard, the necromantic king, but the necromantic messenger under Howard's command.

In a short time, hundreds of mid-rank gods came in, and their eyes were focused on the castle not far away.

Andrew's eyes lit up slightly when he saw these people appear, and the thought in his heart turned to see if there was any chance to escape. His idea was simple, to use these median gods to get Howard's attention, and then run away while the chaos was taking advantage of the chaos.

Howard's eyes glanced coldly at the middle gods who had been killed, and his mind moved, in the castle, the whirring wind sounded, and a large number of black shadows rushed out, and these black shadows rushed out of all black-robed people, these people exuded a dead and cold aura, wearing cloaks, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, but there was a terrifying aura.

"It's the Necromantic Bringer, kill!"

When many of the middle gods saw these black-robed people rushing out, they immediately screamed, and then rushed over.

The number of necromantic messengers is not very large, that is, more than a hundred is close to about two hundred, compared to the number of people who participated in the demon assessment, the number is very inferior.

"Good fellows, these necromantic messengers aren't easy. Taiyuan watched quietly from the side, and suddenly felt a little surprised in his heart, these necromantic messengers in black robes, although they had a strange aura, but none of them were weak.

Whew, in the blink of an eye, the valley fell into a scuffle, the necromantic messenger and the god-level powerhouses who came to participate in the demon assessment all fought and fought, swords flew, and sometimes godheads were thrown, and corpses fell from the sky.

The slaughter began.

Taiyuan had a thought in his heart, and he quietly blended into the crowd, since he was here to participate in the demon assessment, he naturally had to kill a few necromantic messengers.

Whew, as soon as the blue light flashed, Taiyuan appeared in front of a necromantic messenger.

The necromantic messenger he was facing had a cold look in his eyes, as if he had no emotion, just a killing machine, and when he saw Taiyuan coming, with a wave of his arm, a pitch-black scythe appeared in his hand, and a rich aura of death emanated from the scythe.

This is a veritable scythe of death.

This necromantic messenger also cultivates the rules of death, he was silent, and the pitch-black scythe in his hand swung out, drawing a black line, and slashed towards Taiyuan's neck.

The cold aura surged, this necromantic messenger was obviously very experienced in combat, and the shot was a killing move, and there was a strong power of death rules on the scythe, and between the flow of the pitch-black halo, the void was cut into the gap.

"It's good to come, it turns out that you are cultivating the rules of death. Taiyuan was a little excited in his heart, this necromancer cultivated the rules of death, just let him feel the subtlety of the rules of death, this time he came to the Necronomicon Mountain, when he passed through the fog of the rotting soul, he vaguely felt a lot of mysteries of the rules of death, and now he met a person who cultivated the rules of death, so that he could feel the subtlety of the rules of death from this necromantic messenger.

Qiang, a thin thin sword, slightly transparent, was used in Taiyuan's hand, fluctuating, like a breeze, everywhere, the sword light flickered, and with a few crisp sounds, the sickle of the necromantic messenger was blocked alive.

At the same time, Tai Yuan didn't just take the move and didn't fight back, he stabbed out with a sword, the sword light flickered, and a cyan edge swept over, which was the use of dimensional mysteries.

Now that Taiyuan is facing this necromantic messenger, he will naturally not use the fate god clone, but use the wind god clone against the enemy, so that he can hone his strength to the greatest extent.

The necromantic messenger's eyes were dark, and all of Taiyuan's movements seemed to be clearly seen by him, facing this sword, his expression was still cold, and the scythe in his hand drew a mysterious arc, and Taiyuan's attacks were also ineffective.

Taiyuan and this necromantic messenger fought fiercely, the sword light flickered, the sickle flew, and the two of them were killers, without the slightest mercy.

Of course, Taiyuan still has some reservations, he fights with this necromantic messenger, and generally only uses the power of the law of the mystery, and does not use the power of the fusion mystery, which is also to balance the strength of the two to the greatest extent, and then comprehend more death rules from this necromantic messenger.

"I see, there are so many mysteries in the rules of death, and the most subtle is in the use of souls. Tai Yuan felt that every attack of the necromantic messenger almost carried a strange soul attack power, wanting to wear out his soul, and his comprehension of the rules of death became more and more profound.

For god-level powerhouses, material damage is nothing, even if the hands and feet are cut off, the body is broken, it is nothing, and the head cannot be killed, these are not real deaths, only the death of the soul is the ironclad evidence that the mark of a person's life has completely disappeared. Therefore, the most profound and profound part of the rules of death is the study of the soul.

In the process of fighting the necromantic messenger, the various soul mysteries about the rules of death shocked Tai Yuan, and at the same time, he was more delighted.

He finally understood why, among the many laws and rules, only the death rule has the most thorough study of the soul, and the soul itself is the core mystery of the death rule.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed, and Taiyuan found that it was impossible for him to understand more mysteries of the rules of death from this necromantic messenger in a short period of time, so there was no ** to continue fighting, his mind moved, a sword slashed out, the sword light trembled, and a cyan phantom instantly shot out, passing through the eyebrow hole of the necromantic messenger, and with a poof, the necromantic envoy fell to the ground.

This sword, Taiyuan used the fusion of the mysteries in the law of the wind system, the element of wind, the dimension, the sound wave, the vocal music, the fusion of the four mysteries, although the fusion of the two mysteries of sonic vocal music and the other two mysteries has not been completely completed, but it is not something that this necromantic messenger can resist, just a sword, and he will be completely killed.

With a wave of his hand, Taiyuan waved his hand to put away the identity plate on the necromantic messenger's waist, as well as his spatial ring, and then quietly disappeared into the crowd.

And just when Taiyuan left, the battle in front of the entire castle became more and more tragic, and the god-level powerhouses and necromantic messengers who participated in the demon assessment both died and suffered heavy casualties.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the void.

"Andrew, you want to escape? How is it possible, do you think these pieces of waste can provide you with cover? It's so naïve, since you came to kill me today, there is only one way to die. ”

The voice was so cold and cruel that many people trembled in their hearts as if they had encountered a terrible predator.

A pair of shocked eyes looked towards the sky, and the battle between the god-level powerhouses and the necromantic messengers who participated in the assessment all stopped temporarily.

So everyone saw that a red-clothed figure and a black-robed old man were fighting in the sky.

Among them, the most frightening thing was the old man in black, who was thin, but at this time he was very powerful, and he slapped the man in red with his bare hands, just palm after palm.

With each palm, there were black divine lights that continued to spread, and the long sword in the red-clothed man's hand waved wildly, emitting a fiery halo, constantly crushing those pitch-black divine lights, but the pitch-black divine light was too much, and it was too rich, although the long-sword of the red-clothed man was sharp, but it was a little careless, and it was bombarded by several jet-black divine lights in a short time.

The black divine light was obviously an extremely terrifying thing, and every time the pitch-black divine light hit the red-clothed man, he had to tremble violently a few times, as if he was suffering terrible pain, and his face became more and more pale.

"Howard, you forced me, if you want to kill me, you will also pay a heavy price!"

The red-clothed Andrew suddenly roared, his voice was full of despair and madness, and now he knew that he was finished, and it was impossible to kill Howard today, and it was impossible to save even his own life, so he fought completely, fought to the death, and even death would not make Howard feel better.

Boom, Andrew's body suddenly bloomed with a dazzling red light, like a blazing sun, a radius of thousands of miles became red, the raging heat spread, and the plants on the surrounding mountains all became withered and twisted under this terrible temperature.

Ah, a terrible scream sounded, Andrew burned his soul, burned his divine power, and all burst out, the long sword in his hand emitted a terrifying light, and thousands of sword qi blasted out, overwhelming the world, completely locking Howard.

Hum, high in the sky, there was chaos, the space was torn apart, countless lights exploded in it, and the terrible aftermath spread in all directions.

The most tragic were the median gods and necromantic messengers closest to the two of them, just this time the aftermath spread, dozens of people were completely annihilated, and the divine body was shattered, leaving only the hard godhead.

Ahem, after the explosion, several coughs rang out, and Howard's figure was revealed.

His clothes were in disarray, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his face was even paler.

Andrew's last blow was obviously desperate, and it was not so easy to follow, even if it was a Shura like Howard, he would be injured.

Although there was no danger to his life, some embarrassment was inevitable, which made Howard's gaze even more gloomy.

Soon his attention fell on the people who had come to participate in the demon test.

A brutal killing intent enveloped him, and everyone felt a chill.