MTL - Zombie Evolution-Chapter 812 Wraith Lord

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The squeaks of numerous sacred beasts flew and flew, like overcast clouds, overwhelmed, getting closer and closer. /.

And Zhang Yang, like a solitary under this dark cloud, was dancing leisurely, against the background of a strange energy, in the eyes of everyone, like a saint.

There was a piety in the hearts of all.

Zhang Yang was fully devoted to chanting at this time. Neither the closer Si Ming beasts nor the people behind him were in his eyes.

Zhang Yang turned his hands over and took out the 10,000 monsters, holding the strange tricks in his hands. Several law seals were played out. Instantly, one by one, the souls were extracted from the noodles.

Whimpering, the sound of ghosts wailing and whistling.

"The great Lord of the Wraiths, please accept my sacrifice and give me the power of the great curse."

With Zhang Yang's words, the bang rumbled suddenly, and the void above his head suddenly broke open, as magnificent as a mirage, showing a magnificent altar.

The altar has the shape of a skull and a pair of black eyes, which makes people feel cold in their hearts. And Zhang Yang was standing in the position of the skull.

The altar is so large that Zhang Yang, a zombie standing tall, looks like a small black spot in it.

In the humming scream of ghosts, the tens of thousands of living souls evaporated in an instant, and turned into a mass of white smoke and dissipated in the furnace in front of the altar.

Om sounded like a whistle, but it wasn't, a strange wave of power.

Zhang Yang's hand buckle pointed to the Siming beast, his face was peaceful.

"In the name of the Lord of the Wraiths, I curse you ugly creatures, and you are not worth living in this world. I curse you, annihilate your soul, die and die!"

Huh!

Out of this sentence, Zhang Yang only felt that the energy and consciousness of his whole body was emptied instantly. A black light sprayed out of the mouth of the big skull behind him, and instantly spread out to cover the entire Siming beast.

The Siming herd, just close to a certain distance, those Romers were flashing blue or white electric mans, and the huge thorns on their bodies began to converge to form a grid of electricity.

Just then black light came over.

唰 As if the lightest rhythm, the whole world was shouted for time to stop, and it was silent for a moment.

Oh oh!

Whoo!

In the strange sound of the trumpet, that piece of black light swept across. Everywhere you went, the white mist in the body of Si Mingju came out of the body, and the soul was extracted, and with this black light, Involved in the mouth of the skull.

There wasn't even a scream of Si Mingsong, and he suddenly lost his vitality, his eyes fluttered softly, and he fell towards the ground.

Crackling!

A shower-like noise made the crowd of Si Mingshou fall towards the ground.

Just as this altar appeared, somewhere mysterious.

Two elders, one with a crazed hair and holding an iron cane; the other with two meat bales protruding from the bald head, carrying a sword. The two were intent on playing against each other suddenly.

"Great curse!"

"It turned out to be a great curse!"

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with this kind of fluctuation!"

The old man holding an iron cane made a fuss about it, with a strange expression on his face. [Very literature].

"Not in the fairy world, it seems to be in the lower world."

As he said, the fingers of one hand moved the beard with the other hand, and the frowns became more and more tight.

"What is this place? It's not the immortal world, it's not the self-cultivation world! It's not Hongmeng who came," he seemed to go. "

Having said that, the two old men looked at each other.

"Is it the fault of those demon heads? The old man just pointed out that the place where this great curse was being cast was actually in the Siming World!" The old iron cannon was full of horror.

"Si Mingjie? Wasn't that the land where the demon heads fed the monsters? Huh! The barriers between the immortal world and the lower world are so strong now, I'm afraid they can't make the lower world." The bald old man snorted.

"The great curse was known as one of the three wonders of the immortal world at the time, but it was finally understood that the great curse was actually from the upper and lower realms of the upper realm. The use of the great curse was to sacrifice sacrifice. Wake up some powerful existence in the meditation, so, the big curse ~~ 书 书 网 update the first release ~~ curse is listed as a forbidden spell. Unexpectedly, there will be someone in the Nether who casts this Wait for thaumaturgy. We must stop him! "

"Stop? Daoyou said and laughed. You ca n’t even go down to the Nether now, let alone stop? Anyway, if you want to awaken the powerful existence in such a deep world, the sacrifices required are definitely not a few, the old man speculated, in It is impossible for the Nether to meet these conditions. As long as the person who controls the great curse and rises to the immortal world, it will eventually fall into my hands. "

"Dao You take your ear too seriously! Don't underestimate the Nether, thinking that in the past, a shaman appeared in the cultivation world, so I waited for the burnout. In the end, I used those forbidden things and used some unscrupulous means to turn them Beheaded. Now, if you have an accident, it's not the second witch, but it is stronger than the witch and you don't know how many times it exists.

"Don't you worry too much?"

"Don't worry? Did you forget that the immortal catastrophe is approaching? How do you know that this immortal catastrophe should not be on top of this matter?"

In a word of the old Tieguai old man, the bald old man was lost in thought.

"Things in the Nether ... Should the Fairy Catastrophe be in the Nether?"

"Dao friends are confused! How can the Great Curse be dealt with by a single nether thing?" The old man in Tieguai face was anxious. When he spoke a little, thought about it, he seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly asked: "Taoyou know, why was the Great Curse spell forbidden by the elders of the fairyland?"

"This ... the old man only knows that because of this great curse, it is necessary to sacrifice to a certain existence in the underworld. Some people suspect that this may awaken a powerful existence in the underworld and may give the entire fairyland. Bring disasters. Specifically, the old man will not know. What does the friend know? "

"Yes! The old man once heard Shizu talked about it." When the old man named Tieguai said the word Shizu, his face was full of respectful expression.

The old bald man next to him also looked stunned, respectful.

Obviously, the ancestor of the old iron cane also has a high status in the fairyland.

"The ancestor once said that his old man joined forces with several powerful men in the ancient immortal world to try to pry into some secrets of the upper and lower mongolian realms, but failed to succeed, but happened to know that this great curse may have something to do with the Lord of the Wraiths. . Therefore, it is extremely jealous, even if it is not sure, it is better to trust it or not. So, the ancestors and the powerful men joined forces to promote the curse as a forbidden technique. All practitioners , All beheaded and killed forever. "The old man from Tieguai said in a stern tone, and when he said the last sentence, it was full of killing.

"The Lord of the Wraith? But the enemy of the Hongmeng world that made the whole upper world feel trembling?" The bald old man trembled a little.

Tieguai old man nodded.

They were silent for a while. The bald old man finally sighed: "If it is the one who exists, in case he is awakened in the Nether Realm, there is a possibility of cracking and entering my fairy realm. So, the next disaster in the immortal realm may be really here It's on him. "

"Yes! The last time, I was waiting for the idea to let the witch become a climate, which brought me a disaster in the fairyland. This time, we must kill the disaster in the cradle." Tieguai's old voice was cold.

"But nowadays, the barriers between the three realms are solid. Even if I join forces, they will not be able to break apart.

"Hahaha ... Daoyou is in love! The barriers of the Three Realms cannot be opened, but they are not completely open! In some special times, there is a channel to open." The Tieguai old man looked at with a smile. Bald old man.

After all, the latter was very insightful, but with a little reminder, he immediately thought: "Taoyou said, with the help of thunderstorms? But ... the path of thunderstorms is unstable. Even if you and I do it myself, there is a danger of falling, this ... is Not too risky? "

The bald old man had some concerns.

"Hahaha! Nowadays, Lei Jie is in the hands of you and my disciples. Let them take advantage of the opportunity of Lei Jie, and only need to send an avatar to the Nether. It can be done now. How is the Siming continent? We do n’t know. After the last battle of the Witch Mania, several great veins have been completely destroyed by us, and it is impossible to create a strong one. As long as you and my disciples send out avatars, after completing the task, even if they ca n’t return, we only need to give A few elixir and a few immortals will be enough to make up for their losses. "The Tieguai old man suggested with a smile.

"It's very good. Specifically, let's discuss which disciples we should send."

The two old men decided on their ideas, apparently relaxed a bit, and started to discuss the details.

This is a dark world, with stones and gravel everywhere, there is no vitality, and there is not even a trace of aura or yin in the air.

This is a world of extreme indifference.

At the center of this world is a mountain connected by five peaks.

Compared to the surrounding dark world, this mountain is always shining with dazzling light, and the five peaks, each one, the light is different.

The first seat on the left-hand side, the light flickers, just like thousands of silver needles, it is the light of gold.

The second one is blue, with a strong breath of life, which is the light of wood.

The third block, blue and clear, is soft and moist, which is the light of water.

The fourth tower is red, and it is the light of fire.

The fifth block, yellow billowing, is like chaos, it is the light of the earth.

Golden wood, water, fire, and soil, live in harmony with each other, and the mountains of five elements.

Lightning in these five-element mountains, a magic streamer flickered, dazzling.

The humming just as Zhang Yang cast a curse and sacrifice the soul, the five-element mountain trembled and the rhythm was clear.

In a boring space in the center of the Five Elements Mountain, a thin figure was vicissitudes and numb.

However, the moment the great curse sang, the sacrifice of the soul went on, the numbness on the face of this thin figure disappeared instantly, and it was replaced by a frantic expression.

"Haha!"

"Hahaha ..."

The thin figure burst into laughter.

"The rhythm of the Great Curse is singing again!"

"The old man knows, the old man knows that no one can refuse the temptation of such powerful exercises, no one can refuse! Hahaha ..."

"Lord of Hongmeng, listen to you old guys. It is impossible for you to seal the old man here forever. You despicable guys are very good-looking, but the heart is the most dirty."

"I am lost to you, I am not convinced! One day, my soul must rush out of these five elements, and then go up and down your Hongmeng and Xianjie worlds, and tear off your fake masks!"

The thin figure burst into laughter, his voice full of indignation.

I do not know how many years have been suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain. There is no aura, no yin, and it is completely hidden in the extreme space. After so many years, it still cannot be calmed, which shows how deep the resentment was.

The thin figure sat cross-legged in this small space.

With a humming rhythm, a huge altar appeared.

Look at the appearance of this altar, exactly like the skull altar emerging from Zhang Yang.

"My Lord of the Wraiths, enjoy your sacrifice and give you the power of cursing."

The thin figure suddenly became extremely serious, and his hands were pinching, and black beams of light entered the skull altar.

Puff puff!

After a while, white smoke erupted, and it was the living souls that were used as sacrifices.

The master of the thin figure, the ghost master, kept pinching his hands, opened his mouth wide, and the long dragon absorbed water, and all these souls were sucked into his stomach.

The inhalation of these living souls makes their whole body breathe up.

Then, the black light rolled back, and brought back a large number of raw souls. The thin figure was not polite, and it was a long dragon absorbing water.

His appetite is so big, these living souls enter the belly, as if there is no response, only the breath is stronger.

The ghost sits cross-legged and begins to exercise.

silence!

Everyone was shocked on the battlefield of Siming mainland and Hegda tribe.

Looking at Si Mingsong, which was usually dropped by raindrops in the sky, these powerful and powerful beings that have brought endless pressure to everyone have just been killed in a blink of an eye.

Not even everyone knows what happened.

They only know one thing, that is, these Siming beasts were killed by the **** of Hegda.

They watched with all their eyes, the God of Hegda only pinched a few rulings, made a few peculiar gestures, and then ... these ghosts were all killed.

This is God!

This is a means that only God can have!

At this moment, no one doubted Zhang Yang's combat effectiveness.

Even those high-level heroes who have also been promoted to Mao Mao are shocked and unable to slow down!

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Overthrow the enemy between hands, so chic, so freehand!

"God of Hegda!"

"Wansheng!"

"God of Hegda!"

"Wansheng!"

After the silence, a shout-like shout sounded. (To be continued)