Chapter 684

This is a half-plane full of dead silence and darkness, with no life suitable for life. The endless skeletons make up the earth here, and different kinds of undead wander in it. However, in one corner of this half-plane, a space crack is in the half. Under the will of the owner of the plane, it split open, and the undead in this half plane rushed towards it.

"Blazing Gods!" A frightened and angry voice of the soul echoed in the half plane, "What are you kidding?"

With the turbulent mood of the Great Lich, the crack in the demi-plane began to heal rapidly, but just when there was only the last crack left, a crimson Changhong shot out from it, and the powerful impact made the entrance of the film reopen. The recovery has expanded to its original size and seems to be a bit bigger.

"This is my half-plane, even if you are the god of the blazing sky, you shouldn't rush in so arrogantly." An indifferent voice without the slightest emotion echoed in the sky of the half-plane, accompanied by the will of the big lich , the endless death energy rose from the earth of bones, swept the bones to form a black snake of death energy, and entangled towards Michaelella.

"What's the use of such a huge power, scattered like this? It's meaningless." Seeing the deadly black snakes sweeping towards her, Michaela pulled out two Yaoyang Yanjin war swords, two The sharp sword glow was displayed, and the black snake in the sky collapsed and was directly purified.

The crimson sword light swept across the sky, and in the air, there was a "squeak" sound, that was Michaelella's power to purify the death and resentment of the undead, and after the sword qi flew out for a distance, there was a x The shape of the space crack, and then slowly dissipated.

"It's too weak!" After smashing this half to suppress her, Migalela looked at the undead creatures that were pouring towards her, with a trace of disdain in her eyes, but she didn't see any movement, sharp The sword glow emerged from behind her back wings, forming a tight sword net, spreading around her with her as the center.

Without the support of legends, these seemingly astonishing waves of undead collapsed in front of Michaelera without persisting for a quarter of an hour. Then, the heroic blazing goddess looked at the center of the half plane, the towering mountain Black Castle, she could feel the dangerous aura in it.

"Come out, don't hide, these have no effect on me. This is not the power a legendary lich should have. You make me look down on a lich too much." On the land of bones, the army of the dead They were regrouping, ready to launch the next wave, and Michaelella turned a blind eye.

"Micah, be careful." Broken by Migalera, he was silently in the fast-healing space crack, and suddenly another thicker crimson Changhong shot out, breaking through these healed space cracks again. Now, the archlich in Castle Black slammed his fist on the armrest of the Throne of Bones with some annoyance.

"Damn it!" Upon discovering that there was a second Chitian Divine Wing, the great Lich Yoram suddenly roared angrily, the voice of the soul mixed with some unconcealed horror,

A ten-winged blazing god was already difficult enough to deal with, yet another one came.

A ten-wing plus an eight-wing, if he really moves them, there is no place for him in Erasia, or even the entire world community, and he will be chased to death by the Blazing God Race. They can only be crippled and thrown out of the half plane.

Yoram hates this feeling. The other party can kill him, but he has to be merciful everywhere, and he has to be scruples every time he makes a move. He doesn't think that if he kills them, he can cover up his tracks. Too much.

What's more, he may not be able to beat the two legendary blazing gods together. Suddenly, a severe tingling sensation came from his soul fire, and a scene that made him angry appeared from his mental induction.

The blazing god who appeared later, with eight wings spread out, was enveloped in crimson blazing divine flames, like a small sun half, smashed on the ground of bones, in the half plane, everything that touched him, all Gasification, the dead energy contained in it has all been evolved, and the space around him is distorted.

This guy has hurt his half plane foundation. He tried to destroy his half-plane with his own power, reducing the oppression that half faced another female blazing god.

"Do you think you can deal with me like this?" Yoram's skull and soul fire swelled in pain because of the pain, but soon, his mood stabilized.

"Didn't your elders teach you? How dangerous is it to break into the demi-plane of an archlich? Especially when its master is still there and can coordinate everything."

An indifferent and ruthless voice echoed in the sky of the half plane. Accompanied by this voice, a dark thunder with a deadly energy smashed down in the air. The 100-meter-tall skeleton giants struggled to reveal half of their bodies. They held various weapons in their hands, and a legendary absorbing momentum spread.

"The Grip of the Underworld God!" Silently, a terrifying figure in a black robe appeared not far from Migalera, and the bone claws like black jade protruded from the black robe toward Migalera. With a light grip, at the same time, a huge bone palm connected to an unknown existence appeared under Michaelella, slowly closing in sync with the bone palm.

boom!

At the moment when this huge pitch-black bone palm was about to close, an aura like a prison, high above, flashed on Michaelella's body, and the huge palm exploded directly.

The backlash of the spell's failure immediately acted on the palm of the big lich, and his claws that were as crystal clear as black jade also exploded into a pile of bone slag, but he didn't show any surprises, this is normal, spells It's weird that it works.

"Although it is only expected, it still makes me have a little expectation. You top creatures are immune to all instant death spells, which is really troublesome."

"Kill her!" The great lich Yoram pointed out, the legendary instant-death spell he had just used, which he had just developed, was just to delay time.

There are already four skeleton giants around him that have condensed and climbed out of the tomb. Their bodies exude a legendary atmosphere, but only the second-rank legend, which is what the great lich Yoram can summon in the half plane here. The strongest combat power out there.

"What's the use of this kind of thing?" Under the scorching flames of the blazing gods, Migalela's body, which was as tall and short as a human, began to gradually grow, and soon she was a hundred meters tall. She was a descendant of the ancient god. Even the weakest ancient god has an incomparably huge body, and the descendants who inherit the blood of the ancient gods, once awakened, their body size will catch up with the Titans.

"Sword of Darkness!" Looking at Migalela, who was still under the siege of the four legends, Yoram the Great Lich stretched out his hand and held one huge black long sword beside her. , along with his hand, he slashed towards Michaelera at a high speed, with a calm bearing and graceful posture, showing the demeanor of a great lich.

But just when the big lich thought he could solve the two blazing gods, the crack that was smashed by Ilvester and was about to heal, burst open again.

In the surprised eyes of the big lich, a red dragon with bright red scales and armor struggled to climb out of it, and in its claws grabbed an abomination emitting a poisonous mist, but when the red dragon broke free from the crack in the space, the The hatred was forcibly divided in two by it, and it spilled the ground with a strong corrosive corpse.

"How can there be a five-colored dragon?" Yoram couldn't understand the situation he was facing, how even the five-colored dragon race ran out, this is unreasonable.

But this is just the beginning. After the strong red dragon broke free from the space crack, blue dragons, green dragons, black dragons, and even white dragons, one after another five-colored dragons struggled and flew out from the space cracks. .

And after these giant dragons, a storm giant who rode the giant Peng came, and at the moment of his appearance, the thunderstorm surging on his body instantly destroyed a sea of ​​undead.

"This space channel is too small!" In this narrow space crack of less than 20 meters, a pair of golden thunder palms suddenly stretched out, one hand was on one side, and then violently tore both sides. open……

Then a head lingering with thunder and flames poked out from it and looked at this world belonging to the dead. His long black hair and dazzling golden pupils showed his identity.

"Titan!" Lich Yoram was completely shocked, and even the speed of casting spells could not help but stagnate for a moment.

Morea looked at the great lich suspended in the air, dragging a long black robe and grinned, "Skull, give you a chance, now kneel on the ground and open your soul defense to me, let me be in your soul. Imprinted in the core, you can survive."

"Even if you are a Titan, you can't humiliate me like this." Yoram naturally refused such an arrogant request. He felt that the Titan was deliberately humiliating him.

"That's a pity, my relatives, this big lich, see your power!" The golden thunder shone in this space, and under the unbelievable gaze of the lich, Morea topped his head. Under the pressure, the space cracks were torn even wider.

At the end, he stood in it, with one hand on the top and two feet on the bottom, forcibly tearing the crack to a length of nearly a kilometer. Among them, the widest position was where Morea stood, with a height of up to 1000 meters. more than two hundred meters. Then, seemingly endless giants poured out of the cracks and rushed towards this lifeless land of bones.

The four skeleton giants summoned by the lich were soon besieged by a group of five-colored dragons and overwhelmed, and subsequent summons were interrupted, freeing Michaelella to face the big lich.

"Micah, go! Cut off his head." Morea shouted as if on the ground.