At this moment, the rest of the people also came back from the shock. Looking at Bai Wei who was supported by Li Beichen, they swallowed with awe.

Eighth-level magic, more than twenty strong men of the lowest fighting king, will be destroyed!

It's so scary!

"It seems that I've underestimated you!"

The eighth-level Dou Zong retreated in the distance, his face was pale and he looked at Bai Wei with a cold look, with murderous intent.

However, the air he exhaled was filled with a hint of coldness, and there was still a lot of frost all over his body, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Old Yin, you still need to take action!"

Taking a deep breath, the eighth-level Dou Zong whistled.

Now he was in the body by the Ice-Cold magic power, his whole body was stiff, and his strength was 90% gone. There were two Douhuangs among the enemy, so he had no confidence.

"Boy Zhang, I told us brothers to do it first, otherwise why would there be so many things?"

As soon as the eighth-level Douzong finished speaking, a sinister voice responded in the jungle in the distance.

The eighth-level Douzong did not answer, but looked coldly at Prince Huogu and others, Li Beichen and Bai Wei in his arms.

"Kakka."

"Kakka."

...

Suddenly, a creepy sound came from all directions, as if countless bones collided with each other, terrifying and terrifying!

A little bit of cold white flames began to appear in the jungle, densely packed, at least hundreds of them!

"This is……"

Prince Huogu's face changed, and he looked at the white flames slowly approaching and surrounded them all in shock!

Liang Gu also swallowed his saliva. He had already vaguely guessed what these white flames were.

This conjecture made his whole body tremble slightly uncontrollably, his eyes were filled with fear, and his right hand, which was holding the sword, turned white, and he obviously tried extremely hard.

Not only him, whether it was Prince Huogu's guards or the rest of the members of the "Storm Mercenary Group", all their teeth were trembling and they looked around in horror.

There were white skeletons coming with big swords. The eyes were hollow, the soul fire was cold, and the breath of death was overflowing in the void, making people feel cold all over!

"Skeleton? The legendary undead magic?"

Li Beichen looked at him curiously.

Among the heavens and the worlds, there is an extremely terrifying race, the underworld clan, and the list is seventh.

According to legend, people from the Nether Clan control the law of death and wave their hands will bring death to the world!

And the skeletons in front of them seemed to have a trace of the aura of the Nether Clan, carrying death.

"Outside this big world, it is said that there is an existence in the underworld, with countless undead creatures inside. Most of the undead creatures summoned by the undead mage are from the underworld. Could it be that the Lord of the Underworld, the existence known as the God of the Underworld, is a tribe of the underworld?"

Li Beichen thought.

Although the Nether Clan is not born as a god like the Heavenly Clan, it is extremely strange and no race is willing to provoke it!

"Enjoy the feast of death."

A sinister voice came again, full of death.

Then a series of miserable white death powers flowed on the skeleton's body, emitting a terrible aura, and wanted to bring all the creatures in front of them into the abyss of death!

"Sir, you guys go first!"

After gritting his teeth, Liang Gu was filled with fighting spirit and said anxiously to Li Beichen and others.

Since you have taken on the task, even if you die, you must protect the safety of your employer!

"Storm Mercenary Group!"

Liang Gu shouted loudly and looked at a brother.

"Storm Tornado, fearless and fearless!"

Whether it was the two Dou Wangs who were severely injured or the other Dou Lings and the great magicians, they all looked frenzy, roared to the sky, and their momentum was soaring.

Even the guards next to Prince Huogu seemed to be infected, with a firm face and a fighting spirit filled with him.

"Okay, Liang Gu, you guys retreat."

"Xiahou Dun!"

Seeing Liang Gu and the members of the "Storm Mercenary Group" look as if they are ready to die, Li Beichen admires it a little.

There are really not many mercenaries who can stick to the bottom line, not fear life and death, and put the safety of their employers first!

"yes!"

Xiahou Dun's rough face did not have too many expressions, and he walked forward with big strides, just some bones, which was vulnerable to him.

"Sir! This..."

Liang Gu was a little confused.

The surging Dou Qi was a little stagnant.

These skeletons all carry the breath of death, and even he is not sure to compete!

The Necromancer has always been synonymous with evil and power.

This man who has never shown any fighting spirit. In his heart, he would not be more than the third-level fighting master, faced the undead mage behind these skeletons and even the skeletons alone?

"Just little necromancer, not worth mentioning."

Fang Xuanling smiled.

Little Necromancer?

Not worth mentioning?

Liang Gu widened his eyes and looked at the accountant in front of him, whom he had always thought, and could not believe what he heard.

When is it very likely that he was an eighth-level necromancer who didn’t even take a occupant gentleman seriously?

This level of necromancer, even a ninth-level strongman, must face it carefully!

He was actually said to be unworthy by a accountant?

Liang Gu's eyes were confused.

"Sure enough!"

Only Prince Huogu looked at Xiahou Dun stepping out with a fiery look.

With his perception that was different from ordinary people since childhood, he could clearly sense the terrifying energy in Xiahou Dun's body!

boom!

Xiahou Dun moved.

A spear in his hand casually swept it!

Suddenly, a spear energy appeared, several feet long. All the skeletons blocking the spear energy exploded instantly and turned into bone powder all over the ground!

"Um?"

Suddenly, Li Beichen's face moved slightly.

He waved his hand gently, and suddenly, among the shattered skeleton bone powder, white soul fires appeared and gathered towards Li Beichen's hands.

"Soul Fire..."

Li Beichen seemed to be thinking.

"Looking for death! Dare to destroy my skeleton!"

A cold voice came from a distance, and then a figure in a black robe sat on the back of a skeleton bird, flew over, and looked at Xiahou Dun with murderous intent.

"The God of the Underworld, who is sleeping in a different space, travels through the obstacles of time under the guidance of death, stays in the darkest space of the mind, masters the will of my enemy, and destroys the soul of my enemy!--Soul-capturing Dead Spell!"

The black robe figure held an ancient staff in his hand, and the cold singing sounded everywhere, the breath of death was vast and filled with the void!

A strange aura appeared around Xiahou Dun, as if an invisible strange resentful spirit was roaring and roaring!

"Be careful! This is the eighth-level undead magic!"

At some point, Bai Wei had woken up, but she was weak all over and was still leaning on Li Beichen. However, when she saw this magic, her face changed drastically and she gave a reminder.

"Eighth-level undead magic!"

Liang Gu swallowed his saliva and looked worriedly at Xiahou Dun, who was at the center of the magic and had no intention of dodging.

boom!

The gray-white death energy burst out around Xiahou Dun's body, and a gray-white light shone!
Chapter completed!