Chapter 1781 Solving the Problem of the Undead Mage Lingluo

Southern sinkhole in the central region of the mainland.

The Undead Saint Lingluo has been sitting cross-legged on the edge of the sinkhole, concentrating on training for two years.

Two years ago he couldn't sense the restraint in his soul.

It seemed like he had lost contact with Zhang Xing.

So he went out secretly to inquire.

It turned out that Zhang Xing and the Lord of Darkness died together.

The news made him laugh for three days.

But he soon calmed down.

How could someone who could compete with the Lord of Darkness die so easily?

He had some doubts.

Don't rush, just wait, it won't take more than a few days.

One year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Lingluo didn't dare to act rashly.

Even if Zhang Xing is dead, there are still ninety-nine dragons.

He is also untouchable.

However, he can escape to other places and continue to absorb human souls to cultivate and strengthen himself.

When one day you reach the demigod realm, you won't have to worry about those giant dragons coming to trouble you.

Although he cannot dominate the entire continent, he can still live freely.

Another year passed, and Lingluo could no longer sit still.

He had planned his escape route.

Lead an army of tens of billions of undead into the deep sea, walk through the sea, and reach the western continent!

That night, he led the first batch of one million skeleton soldiers and quietly left the sinkhole.

Lingluo's mood at this moment was really exciting.

I thought I would live in Zhang Xing's shadow for the rest of my life.

But I didn’t expect that I would be free in just two years!

As he walked, he looked forward to the future. He seemed to see himself dominating the Western Continent, with hundreds of millions of people becoming his slaves and his blood food...

"Lingluo, where are you going?"

Liang Luo, who was in a sweet dream, was startled by the sudden sound.

He staggered and almost sprained his foot.

"who?"

He looked towards the direction of the sound with a horrified face.

Only a vague shadow appeared in the sky above his head in the dark night.

Lingluo held up the skull staff, subconsciously took two steps back, and asked again: "Who is it?"

"Why, can't you even recognize your master's voice?"

The faint voice of the black shadow came.

In fact, the first thing Ling Luo thought of was Zhang Xing.

But he didn't want to admit it in his heart.

Could this voice not be familiar to him?

Could he not feel the trembling feeling in his soul?

It's just that Zhang Xing came too suddenly, and he was not prepared at all.

At the same time, he also had a fantasy in his heart, it must not be Zhang Xing, it must not be...

But Zhang Xing's second sentence completely shattered his fantasy.

"Lord...man! You are back! I..."

With a pop, Master Lingluo knelt down.

He was quickly making up excuses in his mind.

"Master...I'll take them to do some activities nearby..."

"Oh? Really? Do you need to go to such a far place to take a bath in the sea?"

Zhang Xing stood in the air, raised the corner of his mouth, and said sarcastically.

It seems that Liangluo has a restless heart!

"The master doesn't know something. Lingling has been taking them with him for the past two years. He comes out at dusk and returns at dawn."

Ling Luo gritted his teeth. Zhang Xing didn't know anyway, so it wouldn't matter if he panicked once.

Zhang Xing snorted coldly: "Although I don't know your life style, I can still feel whether you lied.

It seems there is no need to keep you in this world. "

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and a bright and holy white light appeared in the night sky.

"Master, please forgive me... I was wrong! Let me go once..."

call!

Before Lingluo finished speaking, he was purified by this bright energy and turned into a ball of air, floating in the night sky with the wind...