Chapter 292: The Lord of the Underworld

"Witch sister! Here!"

Wu Wuwu took the new potion handed to her by Lingling and poured it into a medicine pot composed of multiple arrays.

The crystal liquid turned into a ball and floated in the "medicine pot", and other colored, smaller medicine balls floated around it.

Under Wu Wuwu's precise control, the medicine balls in the "medicine pot" began to merge. Every time a medicine ball merged, sweat continued to flow from Wu Wuwu's forehead.

Her face gradually turned pale, changing her previous decadent and unserious look. At this moment, in Wu Wuwu's eyes, there was only the "medicine pot" in front of her.

The multiple arrays were like a set of gears combined together, one ring inside another, and the diffused magic light particles promoted the fusion and stability of the medicine balls like flames.

After twenty minutes, all the medicine balls in the "medicine pot" merged together, and the essence formed by the fusion of those colorful medicine balls was actually white and transparent, faintly shining with holy light.

The potion that is completely opposite to the Nine Nether Dew - Sweet Rain Immortal Tears, was born!

Wu Wuwu collapsed directly on the ground, and Lingling hurried over to hold her to prevent Wu Wuwu from falling on her head.

The ingredients that make up the Nine Nether Dew are not many, but each of them is extremely yin. Under the ingenious refining technique of the black pharmacist of the Black Church, this strange medicine that disturbs life and death was refined.

If there was not a large amount of Kunjing water in hand, Wu Wuwu would not dare to guarantee that he could refine a solution.

Although the Sweet Rain Immortal Tears can remove the Nine Nether Dew contained in the rain, allowing all the undead to return to the dark black soil.

But there is a very fatal problem, that is, the amount is insufficient.

The Nine Nether Dew sent to the sky by the Black Church was refined from the Kunjing water of five dangerous villages, while they only used the Kunjing water of one village to refine the antidote.

The rain outside is too heavy and the range is too wide.

If all of it is used, it may be able to solve the Nine Nether Dew in one or two directions, but it will also use up all of the Sweet Rain Tears.

If it is distributed over a large area, it will weaken the effect of the Nine Nether Dew, and the concentration of death energy will be reduced. It can suppress the frequency of high-level undead, but it still has no effect on the endless low-level undead.

Lingling took out a space bottle similar to the one that contained Kunjing water and carefully put the Sweet Rain Tears into it.

Next, you need to find a mage with high water cultivation to integrate the Sweet Rain Tears into the rainfall layer to neutralize the Nine Nether Dew.

Lingling took the Sweet Rain Tears back to the reserve space and now sent it to the Ancient Capital Judgment Council, and the top level of the Ancient Capital will decide how to use it.

Apu, who was hiding at the back of the space, suddenly felt a sense of malice, a very pure malice.

Apu did not show up directly. After sensing a circle, it noticed that the other party did not enter the basement, so it flew out of the basement quietly.

As soon as he flew out, Apu saw a man with long hair that dragged on the ground, and there was even a lot of dirt on his hair, forming a disgusting sticky mass.

The beggar-like shabby dress made this man, who was less than one meter tall, look harmless.

But the dagger in his hand that exuded a cursed aura refuted this point very well.

The beggar man was lying on a small cardboard sleeping bag connected by several instant noodle boxes, with his head facing the door of the basement, but on the wall in front of him, there was a very small broken glass.

And this broken glass just reflected the situation of the basement door on it.

There was a small overhead layer at the door of the basement where Lingling and the others were located to keep out the rain.

Beggars often came here to sleep, and Lingling and the others had already gotten used to it these days.

Leng Qing would carefully check these beggars every time, and after finding that they were just ordinary people, he would check the surrounding situation.

Mage would subconsciously ignore ordinary people, which was already a normal thing in this world.

No matter how strong an ordinary person is, he can't break through the magician. Even in close combat, the magician will crush ordinary people.

And this beggar man is an ordinary person with no cultivation and even a lame leg.

He stared at the door of the basement through the mirror fragments, ready to cut the throats of all the people inside the moment they came out.

At that time, the scene of blood flying wildly coupled with the heavy rain is really beautiful!

Just when the beggar man pretended to sleep, Apu had already flown above him.

He glanced at the heavy rain outside, the howling wind, the rain and cold wind wet the cardboard box, even so, the beggar man had no intention of moving, and carried out his acting skills to the end.

Apu stretched out a dragon claw and gently placed it on the beggar man's body.

The weather is too cold, I'll help you warm it up.

Crackling!

A little bit of electric wire jumped on the dragon claw, and then the current expanded rapidly.

The beggar felt his body go numb, and then the violent electric current mercilessly whipped his mortal body.

Apu stopped clicking until his skin was completely charred and his hair was turned to ashes.

The charred corpse exuded white smoke, and a smell of burnt barbecue came from the corpse.

Apu spit out a ball of dragon fire with great disgust and burned the corpse completely.

It flew into the heavy rain, and the rain containing the Nine Nether Dew directly passed through the space it was in, splashing water.

The Nine Nether Rain was washing the city, but it did not wash away the sins but dragged the ancient capital into the abyss.

Click!

At this time, the basement door behind Apu was opened, and weak Wu Wuwu and Lingling walked out.

"Apu, I have to ask you to give me a ride, as quickly as possible."

Apu nodded, and the body of the Dragon King reappeared in this world. In the rain curtain, the figure of a giant dragon was clearly outlined.

"Sir, Congressman! Fifteen teams have been wiped out so far. The status of nearly fifty teams is unknown, but no one has returned. Massive undead are attacking the city walls from all directions!"

Zhu Meng crushed an undead crystal and recovered the magic energy he had consumed while listening to the report.

He picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him. The word "morning" was as shocking as if it were carved with blood.

It's already morning, why haven't the undead receded yet, but instead become more and more crazy?

"Blessings."

Mo Fan opened the tent of the temporary tent and walked to Zhu Meng.

"Boy, I don't have time now"

Zhu Meng thought Mo Fan was here to complain, but when he noticed the solemn expression on the other person's face, he immediately asked.

"Mo Fan, do you know why the undead can still appear in the morning?"

"Well, the situation in Bo City is almost exactly the same as that of Bo City at that time. A heavy rain attracted countless demons; it was the Black Vatican and Zhu Meng who caused a heavy rain of destruction."

Roar~~~! ! !

Just when Mo Fan was about to continue speaking, a roar that was even more terrifying than that of the Ghost Tyrant exploded in their ears.

Zhu Meng immediately rushed out of the camp and looked under the gray-black sky to see a terrifying undead dragon flying towards the ancient capital.

Lord of the Bones

The thing that worried him the most happened, the dead king of Bafang had begun to wake up!

I'm so sleepy, so tired. I do experiments every day and commute three hours back and forth. I feel like dying. I almost fall asleep while writing, ugh.

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