The rich dead spirit is like being painted by an invisible large brush, depicting a phantom that is slightly larger than Sohuangga.

The outline is similar to the testicle image, but the hooded robe I was wearing turned dark gray, and there was a huge black sickle in my right hand, exuding a desolate and quiet feeling.

Buzz —

The phantom grabbed the front with his left hand, touched the fel energy lava sprayed by Suo Huangjia and then blew it horizontally, the space was rippling, and the bright green color disappeared!

The true body of the god of death!

Hu Yanwu, a divine servant who was watching the battle situation in the distance, looked stern.

No wonder, Testicular De was only regarded as a suspected legendary assassin. Even Hu Yangui, the son of the divine servant who had just reached the Wushuo at that time, could have a few moves with him.

As a result, the estimate of the testicular strength of the Kingdom of God is seriously low!

If he hadn't been wearing a special outfit with the incarnation of the gods, the Kingdom of God might not have associated it as a god...

Now it seems that the "testicle virtue" that usually walks in the world is only the same incarnation as the incarnation of the god of heaven. The phantom exposed by the evil god at this moment is his true body!

Just like the true body of a god standing high above the clouds...

Woo--

As soon as the phantom was formed, a cold wind swept across the world!

The uncovered magic of the undead bloomed, as if it made the sky darker, adding a little coolness to the early autumn season.

"What a pure necromancer magic!"

The necromancers in the mercenary team were overjoyed and quickly sat down cross-legged and chanted spells silently, making the magic power in their bodies resonate with the breath of death in the air. They suddenly felt extremely comfortable all over, and the extraordinary realm loosened as they were!

This is God’s gift!

Ever since the death of the Dead Witch and the [Shadow Council] have died in name only, the necromancers in the Dark Kingdom have been in panic all day long, and always feel that their extraordinary road is no bright future.

It's different now!

Many elderly necromancers cried with joy, and the god of death appeared, which made them find the value and meaning of their own existence again.

Apart from playing with corpses, they are not much different from other extraordinary people, so they shouldn't be left behind!

The necromancers were very excited. In fact, the death aura was just Wang Hui's unintentional act. He was immersed in a special state.

The phantom, which Hu Yanwu and others judged as the "true body of the God of Death", is actually the product of the combination of the magic power of the undead, the power of space, and the spiritual power through the [virtual phase].

Although it cannot be compared with Wang Hui's body, after harvesting a wave of source quality today, his internal source quality reserves have increased significantly, and the strength of the projection body has increased, and he has entered the threshold of the peak of the Demigod (Seven Quenching)!

At this moment, the source energy is output with the undead and the two-system natures of space. The huge momentum covers nearly half of the dark kingdom. The dead and cold are floating and transparent, which shocks the whole audience as soon as it appears!

"Is this the real power of Lord Death..."

The high priest who was closer was more sincere in his feelings about the overwhelming magic power, and his face was shocked and self-deprecating.

He was so self-righteous that he let the Rat tribe dig a huge and complex hidden underground palace deep under the Thunder Kingdom, thinking that if the God of Death is inferior to the God of Heaven, he would also provide him with a hiding place.

Now it seems that the testicular virtue of the God of Death is obviously stronger than that of the evil god! Even if it is slightly inferior to the God of Heaven, it will not be defeated and fall to the point of evading the underground palace...

At this time, the evil god Suo Huangjia's face turned green and was blown by the dead air mixed with the power of space. The green flame on its body was swaying, like a candle in the wind.

"I didn't expect that there are still powerful people in the world who are no less than me and the God of the Wilderness."

It habitually wants to say "I agree with you", but it can't say anything to the point of words.

In the past, Suo Huangjia would only give this evaluation when facing opponents who are weaker than themselves and have outstanding features.

Now the advantage is not on it, the feeling is extremely awkward, and in the end it just turns into a long sigh: "It's a pity that my treasure [Core of Demon Flame] is not on hand, otherwise I will be able to fight you with a hearty battle..."

After Suo Huangjia said that, he waited for a while. Seeing that the other party had no intention of talking, he couldn't help asking: "Don't you want to see how powerful the evil god is in a complete state?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hui stretched out his fingers and pointed to the devastated ground: "In the place I blessed, I have killed too many creatures belonging to me.

Whether you are a shoe god or a sock god, you will have to die here today.”

"Haha, when you reach your level, why do you need to care about the mere minions under your command?"

Suo Huangjia narrowed his eyes: "I have to fight?"

"It's necessary to fight."

"Then you can do it with your minions!"

Suo Huangjia suddenly bent down and punched the ground while shouting!

Boom-

The evil energy condensed by both hands quickly poured into the ground, and the already messy surface divided a large number of branch-like cracks. The green magma splashed and erupted, and the land of thousands of meters seemed to instantly turn into purgatory!

"Associate defense!"

The high priest's expression suddenly changed. With his hands together, many green ivy leaves extended and opened, trying to prevent the spread of magma.

These magma were not brewed underground in advance, but were quickly created by melting the earth and stones with evil magic! The evil god is indeed not a powerful enemy that can be despised...

Merlin, Sfilan and others, who were a little far away, barely condensed the few remaining magic powers and cast spells to cooperate in defense.

"For the God of Death!!"

The one with the strongest morale is the city of Sorendan.

The necromancers who used to hide sinisterly in the corners rarely came out, waving their wands and chanting obscure spells.

I saw gray magic arrays with different sizes and patterns appear, and skeletons or zombies reach out from the array!

It is similar to the habit of collecting figures by the outside world's fat wizards who like to collect figures when they wander around and see the corpses they are interested in will also be able to take them into their pockets.

When I went home, I used various mixed potions to refine them. While I was testing the properties of the medicine, I also gave the corpse and skeletons a certain degree of extraordinary ability.

Although the collections summoned by everyone at this time were generally only as powerful as bronze and silver, they continued to emerge, and the total amount quickly reached tens of thousands and nearly ten thousand, and they rushed into the magma one after another!

laugh--

As the smell of burnt smell rose, they used their corpses to build the Great Wall for the dark kingdom, blocking the invading fel magma!

Wang Hui, who saw this scene, showed relief under his face under his mask.

It is reasonable to use everything and to use people to use their talents.

The aftermath was solved by my younger brothers. Wang Hui stepped towards Suo Huangjia, who was still pounding the ground and adding magma, followed by the phantom of the god of death. His thoughts moved slightly, and the huge black sickle swept out immediately!

Bang!!

Suo Huangjia raised his hand and lifted up a large rock burning into lava. Although it was instantly broken, it also gave it half a second reaction time.

With quick eyes and a quick punch, the sickle blade hit the shank, and then pressed down, leaving only a shallow gap in Suo Huangjia's lower abdomen.

It urges the evil energy to try to repair the scars, but it is hindered by a gray dead air stained there, and the progress is slow!

Suo Huangjia's heart sank.
Chapter completed!