The once prosperous sect is now in ruins, dust is everywhere, and countless strange figures surround the ruined sect.
"roar!"
The two-winged giant dragon with a body of one hundred feet high roared angrily, opened its mouth, and sprayed out a stream of dragon breath. Wherever the dragon breath passed, everything turned into nothingness. On top of the giant dragon, there was a man holding a spear in his hand.
The man in gorgeous armor looked down at everything below like the King of Nine Heavens.
On the side of the giant dragon, figures wrapped in black robes were chanting awkward spells. The dark staff in their hands exuded evil power.
The ground shook, as if the dead were wailing.
One after another, the dazzling white bones resurrected from the earth. Some of these bones were silver, some were golden, and some were seven-colored. They were dazzling, but their aura was cold and terrifying, as if they were in the Nine Nether Hells.
Like a demon.
"I didn't expect that the bodies of these indigenous people would be so powerful. They would be so powerful after being refined into undead spirits." An old man gently waved the magic wand in his hand. The sect disciples who died in the battle suddenly seemed to be possessed by something.
As if they were dead, they stood up again. The movements of these corpses were a little stiff, but gradually became smoother. At the same time, the eyes of these disciples became pitch black and terrifying.
The dragon knight standing on the giant dragon looked at everything in front of him and said in a loud voice, "I didn't expect everything to be true. After thousands of years, they finally arrived here and set up the space teleportation array. For my lord,
The glory must be spread throughout heaven and earth, and everyone will bow before the light of our Lord.”
The old man who could summon the undead with just a raise of his hand stared at the Dragon Knight with a pair of godless eyes, "Dragon Knight Jace, we need to wait for the army to come. We must not be reckless. This time because of you, we have
The natives here have been destroyed, and if we attract the attention of other natives on this land, it may affect our conquest."
"Andrew, don't you think that the undead natives in your hands are the winners of this war?" Dragon Knight Jace said.
The place where they are located is called Moon Shadow Continent, where there are many races. After countless years of development, they have reached great unity, and countless races have a unified identity.
Everyone believes in the seventy-two main gods, and as a dragon knight, he believes in the main dragon god. He leads the glory of the dragon knight god everywhere he goes, letting its glory shine on every native, making them become
A slave who devotes his life to the great God.
Andrew was very satisfied, "Of course, the bodies of these indigenous people are too strong, especially the mysterious power that makes people very interested. I think after I go back, I will study it carefully, and maybe I can develop a more powerful one."
of the undead.”
"Damn...Damn it." At this time, in the ruins, a young man held a long sword and stood up with difficulty. He was covered in blood. But when he saw everything around him, his heart collapsed, as if he had lost everything.
everything.
"Who are you, and why do you want to destroy my sect?" The young man roared angrily, with boundless killing intent surrounding him.
A surge of overwhelming anger rose from the ground and went straight into the sky, shaking the whole world.
Andrew looked at the surviving natives in front of him, with a sinister smile on his face, "I didn't expect that the most powerful natives were not dead yet. No wonder the undead were not formed."
The giant dragon under the crotch of dragon knight Jace sneezed slightly, as if it wanted to kill the native in one bite.
Andrew stepped forward to stop him, "Don't take action. The research value of this aboriginal is very great, and the whole body must be preserved."
"Indigenous people, surrender to me, Andrew. I can take you to witness the glory of the God of the Dead with your own eyes." Andrew said.
"God of the Dead?"
The young man is the leader of the Sword Qi Sect. The long sword in his hand is trembling slightly at this moment, as if he is afraid of the unknown terror, but for him, his heart is not fear, but anger.
"Even if you die, I will make you pay the price." The young man roared, the hatred in his eyes was continuous, as if it could burst out at any time.
Andrew shook his head, then raised his hand and began to recite the incantation.
Creak!
Creak!
At this moment, the disciples of the sect who had been transformed into undead souls by Andrew, holding swords, surrounded the man in a helpless manner.
When the young man saw these disciples of the sect, his heart suddenly condensed, as if he was in great pain.
"Elder......"
"disciple……."
"What's wrong with you..."
The young man looked up to the sky and roared wildly. He couldn't feel any vitality from these disciples. The vivid life that he once had was all gone.
"ah!"
The young man's eyes were blood red, he raised the sword in his hand and slashed at these disciples who had become undead.
Phew!
Wherever the sword energy touched, everything was chopped into pieces.
A sword pierced the chest of an undead disciple.
"Sect Master..." The undead disciple stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword in his hand.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the disciple in front of him, with blood and tears in his eyes, "The sect master is here..."
"Why do you want to kill me..." The Necromancer disciple opened his mouth and whispered softly, but when the voice reached the young man's ears, it exploded like thunder.
The young man lowered his head and muttered, "Why?" Then he raised his head and said, "Don't worry, the sect leader will avenge you."
Bang!
The sword energy spread horizontally, and the undead disciple instantly shattered into pieces.
"Beasts, I'm going to kill you." The young man roared, even if his whole body was seriously injured, he would avenge these disciples.
Andrew's eyes flashed with surprise, "I didn't expect this indigenous spirit to be so strong. If refined into an undead spirit, it might become a unique undead attendant."
"The sword cuts the mountains and rivers."
The young man shouted angrily, and slashed the sword in his hand towards the void. The powerful sword intent penetrated the void and went directly towards Andrew to suppress it.
Andrew looked at the scene in front of him and smiled, "Great God of the Undead, let your great power come here."
"The art of sealing."
"Abyssal Swamp."
"The land of the dead."
At this time, in front of Andrew, one hexagram after another was floating in the void, and a dark and terrifying breath of death suddenly burst out from these hexagrams.
Gulu!
Gulu!
The hard ground under the young man's feet suddenly turned into a swamp, with gurgling black blisters. Even among them, white skeleton arms grabbed the young man's feet and dragged them into the endless abyss.
go.
At the same time, the sword energy that slashed into the void was grabbed by one dark demonic hand after another and dragged into the kingdom of the dead.
"How could it be?" The young man looked at the scene in front of him with great compassion in his heart. Why was the enemy so powerful yet he was so weak?
"Spear of the Dead"
At this moment, Andrew's finger was in the void, and the void fluctuated slightly, and a penetrating breath full of the power of death burst out.
A pitch-black spear slowly penetrated from the void.
"go"
call out!
The spear of the undead exploded violently, piercing directly towards the young man's chest.
The young man looked at the spear of the undead in front of him, his heart filled with grief, anger and despair.
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PS: There is good news. This book will be published in an international version within this month, so that foreign readers can see it. Hehe.