There is no longer its ownership, and it is not even sure to survive.

All the spiritual servants it possessed have been lost, and the opponent's attack was indeed far beyond its expectations.

It really didn't expect its opponent to have refined so many life marks.

It can't even guess how many lives it will take to perform blood sacrifices.

Looking at the countless starry lights behind me, looking at the clones it emitted, the starry lights were gently hit and turned into a piece of smoke and dust.

I watched the powerful power that I had spent thousands of years to accumulate little by little dissipate without a trace in a moment.

Endless regret and resentment suddenly came towards it.

This former king of the dead, the once arrogant and powerful undead, did his best to temporarily get rid of the entangled mark of life.

At this moment, it already knew that its destruction was right in front of it.

That guy who made him defeated him would never let him go. For the undead, there was no surrender or forgiveness at all.

Now the only thing it can do is to avenge the culprit who has forced itself into such a desperate situation.

This ancient powerful undead is very clear that it only takes a moment to enjoy tranquility and security.

In this world of the undead, no undead can hide, and the new powerful undead will soon find itself.

It will surely bring more life marks and launch more rigorous searches.

The ancient undead could no longer control all this, it searched for the breath of the guy who made it so miserable.

The ruthless curse flew towards its target with vicious resentment.

This is the last thing it can do.

When the ancient undead released its curse, it found that it was surrounded.

The new powerful undead had obviously absorbed its drifting power, and the new undead king became stronger and more irresistible.

The ancient undead knew that this new undead king could easily destroy it even if he did not rely on those life marks.

The ancient undead who had lost all his feelings for a long time suddenly felt a little scared. This was definitely an abnormal phenomenon, and it, which once ruled this undead kingdom, naturally knew the most, what abnormality meant to the undead.

This is an ominous sign, and for the undead, an ominous sign means that disaster is coming.

"I think you have fulfilled your wish. I believe that the stupid guy who has brought you to such a miserable situation is already struggling in pain. I believe that he will join our kingdom soon. I am very much looking forward to the arrival of this new member." said the new Necromancer Youran, but its tone was full of resentment and hatred.

"I am willing to surrender to you, you are the most powerful lord." The ancient undead begged, and it was as fearful as possible to stay away from the swaying marks of life.

"Submission? I do not need to show my strength and majesty through surrender, and I do not like slaves and subordinates. When I have life, I will be alone."

Looking at the ancient undead, the new king of undead seemed a little happy. It continued to say leisurely: "But I don't plan to completely eliminate you. I am very interested in understanding the pain that a undead can feel."

As he said that, the new undead king suddenly rushed forward. With a silent participation, the ancient undead quickly contracted like a pierced balloon, and finally turned into a wisp of remaining floating blue smoke.

The king of the undead, who had become more powerful, grabbed the wisp of blue smoke.

A black light flashed, and the wisp of blue smoke was tightly sealed in a black ball.

The bead, which seemed to be a black pearl, was flashing with a few extremely strange green lights in the center.

It seemed that there were constant pains and miserable sobs from the black bead.

"I really want to know what the scene would be like if a dead soul hopes that it will completely disappear, but it can't do anything at all."

"You will be my most beloved treasure, I will bring you forever, and I will appreciate your pain and wail all the time. For me, this is undoubtedly the most wonderful sound."

"But you can also rest assured, because soon after, I will give you a gift, and I will make that companion who is about to enter our world into another 'Pearl of Pain', which will stay with you and become your companion."

"You two will receive that wonderful and eternal pain together."

As he was speaking, a strand of dead soul floated from a distance, and the strand of dead soul seemed to have been severely damaged, so that it almost lost all its power.

However, the dead soul could also feel the silent pain that made it creepy from afar.

The dead soul even wanted to turn around and escape, but it had no strength to escape.

"Welcome your new partner and welcome you to be a member of the Undead World. I am the new strongest person here. I believe you are not familiar with me at all. What you know is probably my ex."

"However, I can definitely guarantee that I'm much easier to get along with than my ex, and I'm not as greedy as my ex."

As he said that, the new Necromancer held the dead soul in his hand.

When it let go of the blue smoke-like palm again, another pure black bead had already appeared in the palm.

There was also a faint green light flashing inside the bead, and there were also bursts of pain and wailing.

The extremely powerful necromancer king was so impressed that he held the two black beads in his hand.

It seems to be smiling.

Smiling painfully and helplessly

Deep in the dense forest, in the humble wooden house, the frightened female magician looked at the miserable scene in fear.

Although she had already realized something, she had already guessed that her brother who practiced the undead magic would not be able to get a peaceful and peaceful death.

However, she still didn't expect that her brother's death was so terrible. She never expected that the necromancer who was backfired by magic would be so miserable.

Looking at the corpses covered with scorpions and centipedes, and looking at the countless poisonous insects that were eating dead bodies, the female magician felt extremely frightened.

So much so that she even forgot about her sadness.

Suddenly a thick smog rose from her brother's body.

The thick smoke floated and eventually condensed into an old figure.

Suddenly, when I saw the image of the teacher appearing in front of me, the female magician burst into tears.

The thick smoke circled the body of the disciple who was crawling with poisonous insects twice, and then flew to his last disciple.

"Jenimi, my favorite and last disciple, I hope you will return to me soon, forget your sadness and your hatred, I don't want to lose you again." The thick smoke directly passed the words of comfort into the spirit of the female magician.

But the female magician still sat there crying sadly.

"When you and your brother were thinking about revenge, I thought to advise you that there was nothing to do with hatred for this matter."

"Your elder brother shouldn't have died in that accident. Although the one who killed him was the heir of Serthborg, there was no need for this matter to be regarded as a personal grudge."

"Now, I'm taking on Jebli again, I don't want you - my favorite disciple to become a victim of hatred."

Hearing these words, the female magician suddenly started to cry even louder.

Her cry seemed so sad and miserable.

"My disciple, I can't stay here for too long. I hope you can return to me as soon as possible. Although the power you have is much safer than the undead magic chosen by Jebli, and there is no need to worry that those demons will backfire you because of failure, I still don't want you to be enemies with opponents who don't know the details."

"Your two brothers suffered such a loss. They were too confident about the power they had. However, the world of magicians does not emphasize completely powerful power. Once the opponent hits your vital point, it is likely that you will not even have the chance to fight back."

"And if I knew in advance that you were going to deal with the enemy who killed your brother in the Pis Hills, I would definitely stop your reckless actions, because a powerful ghost floated on the Pis Hills."

"For the magician, it is definitely a place to avoid approaching disaster."

"I can only say so much to my disciple. My time has come and I can no longer keep in touch with you. I hope you can come back as soon as possible and forget your hatred and return to my side. This is my only request from your teacher."

After saying this, the thick smoke seemed to be unsustainable, and suddenly drifted into the air and turned into a thin layer of blue smoke close to the roof.

Looking at the blue smoke, the female magician who was crying sadly seemed to have lost her mind even more. She has always followed the teacher and her two brothers.

Now, there is not a single person around her, only a miserable corpse covered with poisonous insects

On the other end of the Pis Hill, Rebow was hesitating, not knowing how to get out of the cave.

In fact, what really made him hesitate was the altar.

The extremely heavy altar was cast with solid metal.

This strange altar that continuously draws energy from another world made Ruibo feel reluctant to give up and did not know how to transport it to the outside of the cave.

Neither his flying cloak nor the "Death Scythe" could drive this extremely heavy metal altar.

And if he wanted to pry off the magic circle in the center, he didn't have the right tools at hand.

The altar was made of unknown metal, but it was extremely solid and solid. The metal living body changed into a sharp blade, which did not cause any damage to the altar.

And Ruibo was reluctant to use the "Death Scythe" he just obtained to chop and smash the extremely strong metal.

Because of this, how to get out of trouble made him feel embarrassed.

After thinking about it, after a while, Ruibo finally made up his mind to rush back to Difei City first.

He thought it should be dawn now, and he didn't want to worry Frera and others.

Gently touched the pocket full of Blood Soul Beads, Ruibo carefully placed it in his pocket on his chest.

For him, this was definitely a valuable asset. From the mouth of the metal living body, he already knew the value of these dark red crystal beads.

These beautiful red beads are priceless for the magician.

Ruibo doesn't care how sad and miserable their origins are.

As long as the life and soul that constitute these red beads were not cruelly taken by him, he would not feel guilty or hesitation in his heart.

This is his essence as a businessman and the assassin qualities he possesses.

Even as a noble lord, he is definitely not the kind of hypocritical character.
To be continued...