Chapter 73 The Third Martial Soul? Undead Magic? (Part 1)
"Yu Hao." Wang Dong had already reacted, but Huo Yuhao had completely disappeared. Thinking of the corpses that had exploded earlier, Wang Dong felt that his mind went blank.
The drastic change happened so fast that no one had time to react.
Mr. Xuan suddenly waved his sleeves and swept away all the people who were rushing towards him. "Wang Yan, save people quickly. I will save Huo Yuhao." As he said this, Mr. Xuan released his martial arts for the first time in front of the students.
soul.
I saw Mr. Xuan's back suddenly arched, and his oil-stained rags burst instantly. His back muscles swelled at an alarming speed. In the blink of an eye, the size of his whole person at least doubled. The most bizarre thing is,
A long spiral horn grew on both sides of his head. The moment he released his martial spirit, the air in the entire cave seemed to solidify.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red, the nine soul rings shone with dazzling light and instantly rose. Mr. Xuan's messy hair turned completely brown, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the remaining bandits. Suddenly,
An unparalleled terrifying momentum surged like a stormy sea. In an instant, there was an explosion again, but this time it was no longer a corpse explosion, but a real person explosion.
His right foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and immediately, a huge deep pit exploded. Xuan Lao's majestic body bent down, and his big hands like cattail fans dug at an astonishing speed. His whole body was submerged into the ground in just one breath.
Disappeared.
The thick fishy smell made Huo Yuhao's chest feel tight. His luck was really bad. The reason why the bandit leader, the Messenger of Death, chose him was to capture a hostage. The other, more important reason was that the entrance to the tunnel was just now.
Huo Yuhao's position can be said to be an unforeseen disaster.
A chilly aura that made people feel like they were gnashing their teeth and claws crazily poured into Huo Yuhao's whole body from the front where he was caught. It was a coldness that was completely different from his ice attribute. It was cold and full of evil, and there was a billowing stench coming from it. That coldness
It was as if countless venomous snakes were burrowing into his body.
The messenger of death ran in the corridor at an astonishing speed. As he ran, his palms continued to slap on the wall, detonating his gun buried in the wall.
He was able to lead the Death Hand Bandit Group across the Mingdou Mountains not just because of his ability as an evil soul master. More importantly, he was cautious. This was not the first time he had encountered a situation like today, but as long as he
If you don't die, it won't be long before a brand new group of bandits will be brought up again.
Huo Yuhao did not resist. The danger he was in at this time was much more severe than before, but he calmed down instead. This trait is exclusive to the spiritual system, and his mental power far exceeds that of ordinary people. He can maintain it better than ordinary soul masters.
wide awake.
Huo Yuhao knew that the two white soul rings he showed earlier must have confused his opponent. Moreover, when the messenger of death took action, he himself did not offer any resistance at all. He was caught off guard and could not resist. The enemy
He must have underestimated himself, and this was his only chance to escape.
What to do? There may only be one chance, and he must not act rashly. Therefore, Huo Yuhao just reluctantly used his Xuantian Gong soul power to protect his internal organs and resist the evil soul power pouring into his body, but he did not try to fight back. In fact, Huo Yuhao did not try to fight back.
, the strength of his opponent's soul power is also far higher than his. It is not easy to resist.
"Brother Tianmeng, Ice Emperor, are you there?" Huo Yuhao called softly from the sea of spirit.
Tianmeng Bingshen's voice was very serious, "Yuhao, don't worry. We are also thinking of a way. Later, the Ice Emperor may temporarily take over the control of your body. This time there is really some trouble. This guy's soul power is
It’s a bloody trait. Your own cultivation is too different from his. If you rashly use the power sealed by the Ice Emperor in your body, I’m afraid it will harm you. You must be mentally prepared.”
Huo Yuhao asked calmly: "In other words, it is not difficult to kill him. The key is whether I can bear it?"
Tianmeng Bingsi was silent for a moment and said: "The Ice Emperor's abilities are very domineering, and we are afraid of hurting your spiritual origin."
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and said: "Brother Tianmeng, Ice Emperor, you don't have to worry about me, kill him and avenge the dead people. This bad guy must not stay. He killed so many people, even senior Yao Haoxuan was killed by him.
Already."
"Okay, you are very brave. I will do my best to protect you. Don't be impatient, wait for the opportunity, and you must hit it right away." Ice Emperor's somewhat cold voice was filled with admiration. After saying this, she immediately
He fell into silence, obviously looking for weaknesses in his opponent.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded, "Big bug, little scorpion, since you are not sure, then let me do it. This is the breath of death, I am very familiar with it."
Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea also turned gray. Both Tianmeng Iceworm and Ice Emperor felt a pressure that even they were afraid of. That was a completely different soul level from them.
"Who are you……"
The front suddenly became clear. The Death Messenger had led Huo Yuhao out of the tunnel. The air suddenly became fresher, which immediately made Huo Yuhao feel refreshed.
However, right at the tunnel exit, there were twelve figures standing there quietly.
Seeing the messenger of death emerge from the tunnel, the twelve people who seemed not even breathing immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully to the messenger of death.
"Get up, my corpse slaves. You stay here to cut off the legacy of this messenger. We are in big trouble this time. That guy's aura is probably at the level of a titled Douluo. Hum, don't worry, there will be at most ten more
In a few years, even a titled Douluo can only bow his head in front of this envoy."
At this moment, suddenly, an old voice sounded, "I'm afraid you don't have ten years left."
The messenger of death was stunned, quickly looked around, and shouted sternly: "Who is it, come out."
"I'm right here. Where else do you want me to go?" A strange and pure breath of death suddenly surged from his left hand. Subconsciously, the Death Messenger let go and turned around to look. He was suddenly shocked.
The person who was originally holding a dark green outfit with only two white soul rings suddenly emitted a brilliance that he couldn't believe.
Behind the mask, the originally light golden eyes turned into gray, a gray that was full of vicissitudes of life, as if it could see through everything in the world. What was even weirder was that a circle of gray soul rings slowly rose from under his feet. The gray soul ring
As it climbed upward, it actually brought up a series of afterimages, making it impossible to tell whether it was one or more.
Looking at that layer of gray, the Death Messenger felt an inexplicable sense of suffocation and subconsciously took a step back.
"You, are you also an evil soul master?" the messenger of death said with a shocked look. While running earlier, the cloak on his head had been lifted, revealing a face like a skeleton. There seemed to be only a skin membrane on his face.
Wrapped up, a pair of eyes emitting light green light were full of shock.
"Evil Soul Master? What is that? I've never heard of it." The old voice sounded a little surprised.
The messenger of Death snorted coldly and said: "Every evil soul master is a great being. I am the spokesperson of Death and the messenger of Death. You are obviously young, but you dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of this messenger. If you are really evil
Soul Master, if you reveal your identity to this envoy, we may still have a chance to cooperate. However, you must first tell me why your soul ring is gray."
"Messenger of death? How ridiculous. Although I can't remember most of the things before, I still vaguely remember that if I wanted to, I would have been the god of death. Just because of you, a person who just touched the edge of necromancy has sacrificed himself
Is a corpse witch of flesh and blood worthy of being called the messenger of Death? The power of Death is to purify, not to summon souls and make corpses. You don’t even have the possibility of becoming a lich, and you are still talking shamelessly in front of me. It’s really ridiculous.”
The messenger of Death was stunned for a moment when the old voice said, "What kind of necromancy? What kind of corpse witch? Lich? I am a great evil soul master. You dare to blaspheme the God of Death, go to death."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and the third soul ring on his body suddenly lit up, and the purple soul ring with a bit of black air spread instantly. The twelve people around him who were exuding cold aura suddenly started to move.
, rushed towards Huo Yuhao like lightning.
"It's a very familiar smell. Although it's a bit disgusting, I still feel a bit familiar." The old voice sighed, without moving his body, he just raised a finger.
A faint gray flame burned on his fingertips. As soon as those who were turned into corpse slaves by the messenger of death came within three meters of his body, their bodies immediately trembled violently and stopped.
The old voice said lightly: "Big insect, I want to borrow some of your seal power. Although I still can't remember the past, I have remembered my name. How dare a little corpse witch dare to
I, the Holy God of the Undead, the Scourge of the Undead, Ilex, am showing off this inferior undead magic in front of me. Then, let me let you play with fire."
As he spoke, the flames on his fingertips suddenly grew louder, and then, the gray halo around him suddenly spread out, covering all twelve corpse slaves.
The bodies of the twelve corpse slaves began to stop shaking, and they slowly raised their heads one by one. It can be seen that their skin is the iron-gray color of the dead, and their eyes are even more hollow. The nails on their hands are extremely long, showing
It is purple-black in color and exudes a rotten smell.
Yi Lao is showing off his power! For the sake of Yi Lao, and for the great necromantic god who holds the sun, the moon, and the stars in his hands, cast your precious monthly votes. After 12 o'clock tonight, there will be another outbreak.
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