Chapter 421 Attack

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The huge carrion dragon looked at the army of undead rushing towards its own territory, with anger in its eyes, and a long roar from its mouth.

The undead creatures on the mountain peak suddenly commotioned and greeted the legion down the mountain.

Standing at the forefront were three tall blue-black zombies, three or four feet tall, covered in bronze scales.

His face was iron blue, as if made of steel, his eyes were blood red, and four long canine teeth protruded from his lips, making him look extremely ferocious.

The aura emitted by each zombie is not inferior to Wu Ye, and it is much stronger than the Crystal Skull.

With a flash of soul fire in the eyes of the three zombies, they let out a silent roar towards the Yanluo Necromancer Army at the foot of the mountain, causing commotion and uneasiness below.

Yan Luo snorted coldly, a silver light flashed behind him, and a pair of silver wings emerged, and his body suddenly turned into a silver phantom, flying forward.

Seeing this, the rotting corpse flood dragon leaped into the air with its huge body and rushed towards Yan Luo.

However, the silver phantom transformed by smoke suddenly increased in speed, and passed through the middle of the three ground-level zombies in the blink of an eye.

A dazzling silver light flashed suddenly.

The body of the ground-level zombie in the middle was cut into two from the chest, and the remnant body hit the ground with a bang.

The morale of Yan Luo's army was immediately boosted, and they faced the opponent's undead army.

The two huge legions collided with each other, and the sounds of swords and swords collided everywhere, splashing countless brilliant lights and waves.

Wu Ye held a pitch-black bone knife, his eyes lit up, and he took the lead and rushed to the ground-level zombie on the other side.

The whole person turned into a black shadow, passing by the tall zombie.

"Chila" sound!

An arm of the tall zombie fell down!

On the other side, the Crystal Skull Dagger Spirit appears and disappears from time to time. Wherever it passes, many undead creatures are inexplicably pierced through their throats or dismembered.

Although the number of corpse dragon's necromancer army is large, there is one less level existence after all. The first confrontation between the troops in front of the two sides seems to be evenly matched at this moment.

In mid-air, Yan Luo had already fought fiercely with the rotting corpse dragon.

Yan Luo's figure was flying in the sky while being flexible, and the silver spear in his hand was shining with a light of more than ten feet, and spear shadows stabbed towards the carrion dragon like rain.

The rotting corpse dragon roared loudly. Its body was too huge. Although its speed was not slow, it was far behind Yan Luo. At this moment, it could only be reduced to the target of the gun shadow.

A series of spear shadows pierced the rotting corpse dragon, leaving huge wounds, large scales fell from mid-air, and yellow liquid oozes from the wounds.

The rotting corpse dragon let out a roar, and the black light rolled over its body, and three black tornadoes emerged around it, and the surrounding air suddenly rolled violently.

Yan Luo's body was affected by three black tornadoes, like a fallen leaf in the wind, his speed suddenly slowed down, and he couldn't easily approach and attack the carrion dragon.

The rotting corpse dragon heaved a sigh of relief, let out a roar, and spewed out a black wind pillar from its mouth, which turned into a black wind dragon in a flash, and rushed towards Yan Luo with its teeth and claws.

Facing the black wind dragon, Yan Luo's eyes flickered, but his body stopped instead.

She raised the silver spear in her hand, and a white flame immediately appeared on it, burning blazingly.

Around the white flames, the void trembled, as if it was about to be burned.

Yan Luo let out a clear whistle, and waved his hand to throw the silver gun in his hand.

The silver gun turned into a glare and flashed in mid-air.

Fast as lightning is not enough to describe the speed of the silver gun, the whole world just seemed to light up suddenly.

The silver light flashed through the black wind dragon, and the next moment, with endless power, it sank directly into the head of the carrion dragon.

There was a big hole in the head of the carrion dragon, and the next moment, its head exploded, and countless flesh and yellow water splashed.

Several black wind pillars around the rotting corpse dragon dissipated, and the huge body of the dragon fell from mid-air, crashing into the undead army below, crushing hundreds of undead creatures to death.

Yan Luo slowly fell from mid-air, the silver light on his body dimmed, and the armor almost lost its luster.

Seeing that Flood Dragon was beheaded, the necromancer army of the rotting corpse Flood Dragon was stunned for a moment.

Yan Luo took a deep breath, and once again a sky-high silver light appeared on his body, and a huge coercion spread.

The necromancer army of the rotten dragon fell to the ground one after another, and saluted Yan Luo respectfully.

Only the ground-level zombie stared at Yan Luo hostilely, roaring out of his mouth.

Yan Luo's eyes fell on the ground-level zombie, and a terrifying pressure suddenly enveloped the zombie.

The ground-level zombie was startled, and a huge force acted on it, and its body sank into the ground bit by bit, and the ground seemed to turn into sand in an instant.

The zombie let out a roar, and struggled violently, trying to resist, but the force pressing on it was getting stronger and stronger, and soon most of its body sank to the ground.

The light in the ground-level zombie's eyes finally dimmed, and he lowered his head towards Yan Luo, expressing his obedience.

Yan Luo snorted, subdued the coercion on his body, and the light on his body dimmed again.

She took a deep breath, waved her hand and raised the Falling Immortal Terrace.

A large piece of black light emanated from the Falling Immortal Terrace, shining on the body of the rotting corpse flood dragon.

Immediately, a large cloud of gray mist gushed out from the corpse of the rotting dragon, in which countless glittering and translucent spots of light flickered faintly, pouring into Yan Luo's body.

The dim light on Yan Luo's body immediately recovered quickly.

A quarter of an hour later, the corpse of the rotting corpse Jiaolong had turned into a shriveled corpse, but the silver light on Yan Luo's body had completely recovered.

As soon as she waved her hand, a silver light flew out from the carrion dragon's body, it was her silver spear, but the spear also looked dim at the moment, as if it had been damaged by the shocking blow just now.

The silver light in Yan Luo's eyes flowed, and streams of silver light poured into the silver spear from his hand. The spear quickly recovered, and it returned to its original state within a few breaths.

Yan Luo looked towards the distance, and after a while, she spread her wings of light behind her and flew towards there.

The two undead legions on the ground merged together to form a larger legion, which followed Yan Luo.

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A few days later, near a huge dark water lake, two huge undead legions fought frantically, and one of them was Yan Luo's army.

The two undead legions numbered tens of thousands. The roar of the battle spread far away, and the ground seemed to tremble because of it, and the surface of the dark water lake was also rippled because of the strong fluctuations.

In mid-air, two blurred figures kept chasing each other, right at the right moment.

It's just that the speed of the two is too fast, everything around becomes very blurred, and there are endless sharp whistling and collision sounds.

It can only be seen in the occasional pause. One of these two figures is wearing silver armor, which is exactly Yanluo, and the other is covered in gray flames, and the figure cannot be seen, but it is also vaguely a human figure.

The gray flames and silver rays of light bloomed and disappeared like fireworks.

At this moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded, and large translucent ripples appeared in midair.

A brilliant white light suddenly appeared, and the battle came to an abrupt end.

Two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air, white flames emerged from the silver gun in Yan Luo's hand, and the gun body penetrated the gray figure's head.

That gray figure was also a skeleton, about the size of Yan Luo, with metallic luster exuding from the bones all over his body, and holding two giant gray axes, but the blades were notched in several places.

The soul fire in the gray skull's eyes flickered twice, then dissipated and extinguished, and the skeleton fell downward.

Yan Luo waved his hands out of the Falling Immortal Terrace, a black light emerged, engulfed the gray skeleton, and collected it into the Falling Immortal Terrace.

...

Half a month later, in a desert.

Yanluo's undead army fought fiercely with another undead army.

The number of opponents is less than that of Yanluo's army, and there are as many as five or six people in Yanluo's army, so the battle situation is almost one-sided.

Not far from the place where the two armies were fighting, the ground was full of dust, and there were loud noises.

In the dusty sky, two figures could be vaguely seen, one was a huge lizard, and the other was a figure in silver armor.

The fierce battle in the dust lasted for half an hour, a huge figure suddenly flew out of the battle circle, and hit the ground heavily, but it was the huge lizard.

A big hole was opened in its head, and the soul fire was dim, almost going out.

Before the skeleton lizard got up, a streak of silver light shot out, piercing through the wound on the lizard's head, piercing through the lizard's soul fire.

The lizard soul fire dissipated immediately, and the huge body did not move.

Yan Luo opened her mouth to inhale, and the scattered soul fire poured into Yan Luo's mouth one after another, and the silver light on her body became bigger again.

After a while, the battle on the other side was over.

Yan Luo led her 50,000 to 60,000 undead army and walked towards the distance.

Compared with the beginning, Yan Luo's army has greatly increased in terms of number and strength, but she doesn't seem satisfied at all, and seems to plan to continue attacking other powerful undead on the Necromancer Interface to expand her army.

...

Fengqi City is a barbarian city located in the north of the Xihe Continent. It is located at the junction of the forces of the barbarians and monsters. It is quite large in scale.

Because this city is close to the monster clan, people from the monster clan often change their appearances and come here. From time to time, some unique treasures of the monster clan will appear in the city, attracting many people from the barbarian clan to come here, and it is very popular.

At this moment, the sun is high and the city is full of people.

On a certain street, a man in a green robe and a bamboo hat strolled here, seemingly aimlessly.

A parrot with colorful feathers stood on the shoulder of the young man, looking around with extremely agile eyes, not afraid of strangers at all.

"Shitou, you were really cruel that day, and you abandoned me under Lingtian Peak. During this time, I was hiding in Tibet, and I was almost caught by those monsters several times. Another time, a yellow-haired eagle in the innate realm chased me. Kill me, if it wasn't for my cleverness, you would never see me again..." Cai'er couldn't stop muttering in a low voice, voicing her bitterness to Shi Mu, recounting her miserable experience under Lingtian Peak these days.

This person and one bird are naturally Shi Mu and Cai Er.

At this time, more than twenty days have passed since Shi Mu left the Necromancer Interface. (To be continued.)