Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 342 War Pastoral Combination
(Thanks to classmate Feilai Yihong, classmate Xiao Keke 11, and classmate cherry778 for the pink~! Thanks to classmate Zhouxi for the tip~! O(∩_∩)O~ Zhai is very painful, really! Grandma A Zhai is pregnant this morning I came all the way again, and then I walked with you during the day and chatted with you at night. I didn’t have enough time~! I have to fill in the words tomorrow. God, you just don’t like me~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~)

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A familiar warm feeling came from somewhere in the distance, and the white light became stronger and stronger, quickly spreading to the sky above the mountains.

All the skeleton soldiers were shaking tremblingly, their joints rattling, as if they were nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Under the baptism of white light, the lowest-level skeleton soldier fell first, followed by the skeleton squad leader, the skeleton shooter...

Among the white skeletons on the ground, only the skeleton mage wearing a black robe and holding a small wooden stick was still struggling to hold on. The soul fire in his eyes was getting darker and darker, and it was obvious that he could no longer hold on.

At this moment, the low and obscure chanting brought up a black cloud that covered the sky. The darkness quickly expelled the white light and enveloped the entire mountain peak.

The broken bones stood up again, but they were not as neat as before. Some had an extra bone on their bodies, some were missing a few, some repeated the same thing, their legs became aligned, and some had their arms aligned. Pretending to be wrong, I walked forward, but my arms were swinging back and forth behind me...

All the skeleton soldiers gathered in the same place, guarding something layer by layer.

The skeleton archer and the skeleton mage were ready. The soul fire in their eyes was staring at the place where the white light burst out. The scorching fireball hung on the top of the small wooden stick and could be swung out at will. The arrows with black light, It is placed on the bow string, and the string is fully drawn.

The space under the black clouds was deathly black.

Mo Ranyi and his party of five were unfortunately trapped inside.

It was cold and dark, and the whole world seemed to have lost its color in an instant.

Everything in front of him had a strong aura of death.

In this small space, the undead are the only masters.

They cheer, they jump for joy, their souls are throbbing with excitement and singing.

Death canopy!

It takes at least a level three necromancer to cast it.

Judging from the speed of its release and the range covered by the Death Sky, this Necromancer is still at the third level, but it is infinitely close to the threshold of the fourth level.

"You bastards of the Holy See, you have successfully angered the shepherd of the undead, the great Niklos!" A cold and angry roar was simultaneously translated by Hydra.

"Niklos, you filthy, disgusting rat, do you think you'll be fine just hiding here? You have to pay for everything you have done!" The voice is a little old, the Holy See?Is it a force cultivated by the light camp in the human world?

Hydra only translated two sentences at the same time, and was no longer impatient to do such boring work. It watched with relish the two people from the Holy See and the Necromancer who occupied this mountain peak, and they exchanged fierce blows, wasting countless The words turned into action, and the fight became extremely heated.

Necromancers seem to have a special liking for skeletons. They have white skeletons in their hands, and they charge at them without fear of death with the holy light that can burn their bones.

The Skeleton Archer and Skeleton Mage hid behind, firing arrows to prevent fire, and carried out the sneak attack to the end.

The one who was entangled with them was an acquaintance. It was the junior swordsman whom I had met a few years ago. He seemed to be named Ken. He was dancing with a big sword in his hand, and his whole body was wrapped in a hazy white light. , like the god of war descending from the sky, fighting the evil skeleton to the end.

Behind Ken, far away from him, was the old man who was scolding the Necromancer. His hair was white, but his face was red, and his expression was extremely solemn and holy. It is hard to imagine that those who just didn't fight and ran away The long string of curses came from the mouth of this somewhat serious-looking old man. Although Mo Ranyi couldn't understand what the long string of words was specifically saying, he could tell through the tone of the voices and the changes in emotions on both sides. Presumably, they are definitely not complimenting each other.

The old man was wearing a pure white robe, holding a book flat with one hand on his chest. The other hand was holding a magic wand that was as white and flawless as the robe, with a milky white, egg-sized oval light ball on it. , shrouded in a soft halo.

White holy light shot out from the magic wand and penetrated into Ken's body. Ken in front, one person and one sword became more and more brave, as if there was no one in the desert, killing the skeletons blocking the way, even under the sky of death. Within, the abilities of undead creatures have been greatly enhanced, and the light attribute will be weakened to a certain extent, but it still cannot stop the footsteps of the junior swordsman of the Holy See.

The two people cooperated and slowly moved forward, getting closer and closer to the Necromancer who was surrounded by skeletons.

Under the cleanup of this battle and the first priest, the Necromancer finally showed his signs.

This necromancer named Niklos has beautiful blue-gray hair, and his eyes are the same color as silver-gray. His pale and paper-like face does not lose half of his charm, but instead looks a bit cold and mysterious.The magic wand in his hand is as deep as ink black. At the top, there are a few extra phalanges. He is holding on to a hexagonal black crystal. Whenever the magic wand is waved, the black crystal flashes mysteriously. With the dim light, more skeletons were summoned from another space.

This is a battle of attrition!

Let’s see whether it’s the skeleton that grinds the human to death, or the human that grinds the skeleton away…

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The Necromancer's "cannon fodder" seemed endless. Countless skeletons were chopped down, and countless "brand new" skeletons were filled in and joined the battle.

Whenever swordsman Ken showed a languid and tired look, or was hit by the magic cast by the Necromancer, and his movements were slow or in a trance, the old man behind him would bless him with a holy light, and Ken would be enveloped in the holy light. Well, it's like getting chicken blood...

After being chopped down by the sword attached to the Holy Light, the skeletons could no longer stand up again. The impact of the Death Sky on them was not enough for the Necromancer to waste precious magic power to continue to support them. After weighing the balance, the Necromancer removed Death. Canopy.

The death curtain suddenly withdrew, and the five people who were struggling to hold on secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time they turned away from this dangerous place, not wanting to stay for a moment longer.

The fighting between the two sides continues.

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"Are you going to send the news back?" the leader of the scout team asked, his voice was calm and calm, unimaginably calm.

Mo Ranyi listened quietly to the side. Although they had "run in" together for some time, they had not spoken much from the beginning to now, let alone communicated. How could this famous scout team be retained until now? Now, only one member of the team has been killed, which is indeed a remarkable achievement. They have experienced life and death and do not believe what they hear with their ears, but only believe what they see with their eyes.

They don't need to listen to Mo Ranyi's strength, what she's good at, and what her shortcomings are, they just want to see for themselves.

For these four people, although they have come and gone together, Mo Ranyi is still an "outsider". Although they will rely on her in some aspects, they can still do it without her, but it will be more tortuous and wasteful. time.

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins! The speaker was a dark, thin, middle-aged monk. He was the oldest in this team. In the beginning, it was his experience and caution that allowed them to succeed. Gradually find out a "life path" that is most suitable for everyone.

With their merits, they could have become regular disciples of the relatively safe Sword Formation long ago, but they did not do that. They still performed the most dangerous tasks, stepping on the tip of the sword again and again, and exchanged a large amount of elixirs, spiritual stones and equipment. , arm yourself step by step.

In this increasingly chaotic Minghuanxing, the only one who can be trusted is oneself, and only one's superior strength.

"Have you forgotten what we said? No more risks!" The young monk who always spoke the least said had a childish face, but if you look closely, you can still see the faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes and forehead.

"This time is different!" The captain pursed his lips, seeming to be very persistent.

Mo Ranyi lowered her eyes. She had always known that the captain was a very ambitious guy, even though he acted very coldly.

Everyone was silent. This was actually a big gamble. With their cultivation and status, it was impossible for them to take the formal route.

In fact, they have been exploring ways to leave Minghuanxing, and they have already sniffed out some ways. This is not an opportunity to make a big deal. Once they succeed, they will have the capital to leave, and they will no longer have to live such a life of fear.

Although the two people from the Holy See were fighting two against one, they had some confidence in the notorious Necromancer. Just by counting how many Golden Elixir Ancestors had been defeated by him, they knew that the Necromancer's ability was definitely more than just... Summoning skeletons is so easy.

If both sides lose in a fight, it would be better for them to take advantage themselves rather than letting the ancestors take advantage.

"Friend Daoist Mo, what do you think?" The captain looked over sideways and directed the question at Mo Ranyi.

Mo Ranyi wanted to ask.

Mind my business?

But seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her seriously, she calmed down and said softly: "I listen to everyone."

When it's time to put quail eggs, Mo Ranyi never pretends to be a bird, especially an early bird!
(End of this chapter)