"That's right! This is my domain space. No matter which direction you flee, you will jump in."
Zhang Xing said, beckoning, the ghost cloak on the undead Fasheng (body sh n) floated over.
"That's mine, you ..."
Zhang Xing gave him a faint glance, and the undead Dharma immediately shut up.
He is now a prisoner and is not qualified to speak.
Zhang Xing turned the black (color) ghost cape and could not see what material it was made of.
However, this is not important. A movement of divine thought erased the spiritual imprint of the undead saint.
puff! A bite of green (color) blood squirts!
Losing this spiritual imprint is tantamount to giving him a blow.
The spirit of the Undead Dharma immediately languished.
Zhang Xing ignored him and put a cloak on (body sh n).
It felt like I had entered another space.
Do not! wrong!
Still in this world.
It just blends with the dark elements in the air.
Even if he was in the fourth step, it is difficult to detect that there is still a person hidden in the massive dark elements in the air.
Not bad! Not bad! It's a baby!
Zhang Xing took off his cloak and threw it into the space.
"Well, take you on the road!"
Zhang Xing looked at the undead saint.
"Hum! To (kill sha) to be sloppy, it is worth it for the Holy Spirit to die for the Dark God!"
The undead Dharma looks like death.
"Well? You're (very tinging) boney, but I'm useless to keep you, you'll see your dark god."
Zhang Xing didn't plan to torture any useful information from his mouth.
The place where they hide (body sh 身 n), which is the Association of Undead Mage, is the biggest secret. As soon as they touch this nerve, they will immediately explode.
"No! You can't (kill sha) me! I can be your slave ..."
At first glance Zhang Xing really wanted to kill him. The undead Sage changed his hard-bone spirit just now, and his face was full of begging gods.
They are not people with great perseverance.
It is not because of hatred or unwillingness to be an ordinary person that they have betrayed their souls, willingly fallen, and become slaves of the darkness.
Zhang Xing ignored his begging for mercy.
puff!
The undead law in the realm is sanctified into the air, and the soul is taken into the staff.
"The world is so big, let me find out the undead saints one by one (kill sha), and I do not know how long it will take."
"Now that I have the Ghost Cloak, can I play a one-handed pursuit?"
After thinking about it, I feel that this method is still appropriate.
"That's it (dry gan)!"
Next, Zhang Xing wore a ghost cloak and began searching for the undead saint.
At this time, the saints of the undead have abandoned (((cao) c o) c o) the Legion of Zombie Control.
In the end, they gave them an order to fight to the end!
So the zombies no longer fled and stopped fighting.
The undead saints took advantage of the time of the big brawl and quietly (off tuo) left the battlefield.
Yisha glanced angrily at the battlefield, retracted her head into the black robe, and turned (sh n) towards the Undead Mage Association.
The tiankeng in the south of the central continent is the battlefield of the war with the dark peoples thousands of years ago.
Here was originally the Tenjin Mountain towering into the clouds.
After the war, it turned into a bottomless pit.
So humans threw all the dead bodies here.
In addition, the place is deeply corroded by the dark and magical atmosphere, covered with dark mist all year round, and no sunlight.
No one in future generations wants to live in this range.
Gradually, people are forgotten here.
But no one expected that this place has become a paradise for undead mages!
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