The Rise of the Cemetery

Magic power is rippling around. Soon, even Cook was trapped in the rock by the suddenly solidified soil force.

Cook's skeleton was just a little hard, and the newly solidified rock was blown into crushed powder under the agitation of terror, but it was also ruthlessly trapped between the solid rock layers.

Cook's two sharp, sharp bones stabbed one after another, directly immersed deep into the rock created by the magic power, and with a little effort, the boulder, which was nearly a meter away, exploded directly.

Is it not going to go up again on the ground, or it is honestly a little gopher digging under the ground, anyway, its great shore divine power is almost endless, and sooner or later it can escape from the encirclement of the enemy.

Just before the endless stretch of fireballs on the ground, the deep feeling of powerlessness deeply hurt it.

This is a world where spells are king!

"Those **** rebellious people, you wait. When I summon the subordinates from afar, I will extract your soul bit by bit and burn it on the flames of the undead, making you wailing for 10,000 years! Cook swears viciously as he viciously digs out.

Thousands of bone hand punctures and bursts of power, even with the undead body of Cook, there is some mental burnout and the breath falls, but the hard granite rock layer still in front of him is still steel.

Cook looked back at the long, deep cave behind him, and he couldn't help feeling secretly horrified.

I dug out about two miles of land in my own breath. How could it still be within the scope of the magic method? Did the other party use all the surrounding land to turn the mud into stone?

With an unbelievable touch, Cook turned around and digged in the other direction.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when it stopped breathlessly, it was revealed that it was still abominable granite.

Cook trembles, looking up at the black hole above his head, which is more than 8 meters thick and solid rock, and once again lost faith in his future.

The opponent must have a way to track themselves through the rock formations, so that they can use the least magic to achieve the effect in front of them.

Cook raised his bones and put it in front of his eyes, looking sad.

The once slender, white, crystal-like jade-hardened bone hand is now no longer the previous smoothness and flawlessness, and the visible gaps have been worn on it. The surging power of death immersed in the body is also a dark breath at this moment, it is time to take a breath.

But this breath of breath began to absorb the ubiquitous death of the undead world, and Cook was horrified to find that the concentration of death around him had dropped to an incredible level. It's no wonder that the dead energy just lost so fast. Those **** enemies must have some kind of enchantment arranged around them to dispel the dead energy, otherwise this situation rarely occurs in the undead world.

If it was a quarter of an hour ago, maybe Cook still had the heart to rush up and fight with the enemy again, but after this series of changes, its fighting spirit was also unconsciously wearing away a lot. To be honest, it now has no confidence to face those evil and evil enemies.

Who knows how many malicious conspiracies are waiting in their minds!

Although Cook does not have any elemental affinity, but as an undead king, his spiritual attributes are absolutely not low. Just when it struggling to stir its own soul fire, trying to connect with the distant subordinates in a way called by the soul, it ran into a secret and real spiritual barrier.

"Duang"

There is no sound that can be heard in reality, and the unpredictable Cook snorted, and the fire of the soul nearly half a meter long was ejected from the empty deep eyes, and the soul fire fell into a short period of sluggishness after the surge. At the same time, the 100 corpses flying in the sky above tremble at the same time, and the spirit fire also appears dimmed to varying degrees.

"Substitute!" At the order of Parkwick, the second batch of 100 corpse witches sat on top of the Bat Demon Air Rider, slowly injecting their own spiritual power into the enchanting enchantment visible to the naked eye. in.

For injuries, they are now affordable.

While the Bone King was still digging a hole in the ground, another 500 casters were ordered to rush over, which brought the number of casters that were on standby in the sky to 1,200. Within a thousand miles of the Red Ridge Mountains, there are still members of the cast-in-class regiment who are trying to reach 1,100.

For a while, there seemed to be a surplus of staff.

In order to force this white-bone king who was a tortoise turtle again, these sinister dragon lich also did their best. Numerous bone spells continue to cast spells, summoning bone pythons suitable for underground warfare, and constantly rushing into the underground cave to find Cook's foul air. And several guys who are proficient in earth spells continue to cast "shaking earth" on top of the white bone king.

Although "earthshaking" is not as violent as "earthquake", it can be less expensive and lasts longer, and can limit the power of spells in certain narrow areas and increase its strength. As for "turning mud into stone", it has never stopped, and it continuously solidifies the hardness of the rock layer around the white bone king.

Hegel is even more insidious, causing the corpses to summon a lot of hatred from afar. With more than a dozen hatreds and more terrifying butchers, a large group of fleshy meat hills ran and jumped on it, pressing the ground down more than half a meter.

They tossed around on the ground in this way, but they squeezed away the space for the white bone king Cook to move.

Large-scale rock formations are not easy to drill. In addition, the sloppy black mud is still flooding and compacting into the tunnel, and Cook's complexion can squeeze out the black water.

Going up and down is a problem.

Going up, sure to be besieged by the group of bastards. These **** corpses are placed on the flat ground, and no matter how much spell protection or magic barriers can bear the puncture of their bones and hands. But now the other party is flying above the sky that it can't reach, then the situation is reversed, and the other party wants to destroy it as much as it wants, but it doesn't even have the power to fight back.

Yes, the skeleton of the legendary undead king is excellent enough, and after eating a hundred or so fireballs, there is no big damage! But when he thought of the dense number of the other party, Cook still fought a cold war in his heart. You can avoid it!

But not going up?

Cook looked at the squeezed space that was less than one meter square, and a violent beast roared in his heart.

Too **** his female horse!

It's an undead king, and now he can't even get the chance of a deadly battle. He was tortured to death by a group of corpse witches who were usually inconspicuous. This kind of suffocation and resentment is not the case that the skeleton can't understand it.

The dull smashing sound of "Boom Boom" sounded again, and the solid rock layer on top of the head also settled little by little. I am afraid that it would not be pressed against Cook's head in half a quarter of an hour.

Two groups of wildly burning soul fires suddenly lit up in the dark tunnel, and Cook finally raged under the unbearable pressure.

On the ground, the two corpses wandering and casting spells seem to perceive something extremely terrifying, and suddenly stopped their fast-moving boned hands and howled with a sharp voice.

"Dodge ..."

When the dozen or so savage hatreds raging on the ground stopped and looked at the screaming corpse in amazement, a sudden burst of violent force set off the land under them and burst apart.

The ground was suddenly slammed down with a bang, and then the force of violent death erupted, and all the surroundings were thrown out with violent force. In the sky, dust, rocks, gravel, gravel, dead witches with claws and teeth, and panic-stricken aversions could not distinguish the specific objects and features. They all blasted out with a bullet-like speed.

Various objects and debris are constantly striking and hitting. Broken bone fragments and splattering smelly black blood embellish the sky into an abstract to extreme portrait of splashing ink. The cemetery creatures involved in it have no chance of survival!

At the center of this sudden burst of power, a bottomless black paint hole appeared. And the bone-bone king under the anger was stepping on the rock flying in the sky like a rush from the bottom of the cave.

The difference is that at this time, Cook had a sharp sword flashing in the cold light. During the flash of light, any object blocking its front, whether it is a thick rock or a fat abomination, will instantly split and burst into unrecognizable fine particles.

"Legendary weapon ?!" Parkwick screamed incredulously, trembling, flying high above the sky.

Seriously, even if you cross the Three Realms with the land of the Necropolis, and have a lot of resources, you are extremely hungry for this legendary magic equipment and weapons. Even if the necropolis resource treasure trove is scraped aside, the legendary item that can be mentioned is only a "rou body deprivation" legendary wand.

The appearance of this legendary weapon, Bone King Cook, immediately attracted countless greedy and hungry eyes.

Sanhua, a legendary magic long sword, can increase the attack power by 10 points, with a crippling passive effect. Cripple, there is a 15% chance of crippling the target during an attack, that is, reducing the target's movement speed by 20% for 4 seconds.

This is a magic weapon with great practicality, and it is also the ideal choice for the warrior's professional dream. Relying on it, Cook will be able to reverse the defect of his short legs. Once entangled in his close body, those opponents will not think about being able to get off smoothly.

The Undead Realm, as a large material plane of death, has also had highly developed magical civilizations and tyrannical races. If it were not the destruction of the plane barrier that caused the loss of the source, I am afraid it will be a powerful main plane that can only be looked up at even the Klein plane. It is a pity that there are many fate, and the death of the plane also caused the imbalance of the elements within the undead world. In addition to the rich death breath, other elements have been thinned to a terrible level.

Legendary magic swords like Sanhua have their own characteristics of absorbing space free element particles to complement themselves, but they can fall into the undead world, but they can only fall into the process of endless decline day by day. It can be said that all non-dead magic equipment can hardly escape this fate. Otherwise, there is only one magic weapon for a dead king who is not too shabby, and it is usually treasured in the second-dimensional space and is not easy to use.