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Chapter 11 The Soul of Death

Erin sighed softly in her heart.

Erin's abnormality made Nana feel it in her arms. She pulled her cloak open, Nana stretched out her little head and asked with concern: Sister Erin, are you nervous? Don't be afraid, Nana is here, Nana can protect her sister.

Nana patted her small breast pocket and smiled sweetly.

Little girl, it’s almost the same to protect you, Sister Niu.

Erin's face turned red, she gave Nana's little nose a little embarrassed and relieved, and then asked strangely: Nana, aren't you nervous?

Nana is just a ten-year-old girl. When she encountered this terrible power of heaven and earth, she was not nervous at all.

Not nervous, with Brother Heilong, he would be fine. Nana said for granted that in her tone, Erin felt a blind trust.

Erin hummed a little unantically, what is the ability of this guy Black Dragon to make a girl like Nana trust him so blindly?

Heilong looked at the black shadow approaching at the distance with expressionless expression, and his heart was a little solemn. He was not afraid of these storms. His strong body made him almost an indestructible Xiaoqiang. He was worried about his companions.

Nana and Tago are both living people, and the power of heaven and earth can easily tear them to pieces. Even if they are undead companions such as Svengol, their fragile bodies cannot withstand the power of the storm. If they are swept into the sky, they will definitely be smashed and their bodies will be completely damaged. If they cannot protect the fragile soul heart, the consequence will be complete extinction.

In the strong wind, the black dragon was not sure that it could protect their souls in time.

The Black Dragon has made the worst plan. If he can't resist the huge wind, he will kill Tago and Nana as soon as possible. Then he will pull away their souls. He will also remove the souls of Svengol and others. After the storm, he will find a way to restore their bodies.

I hope I won’t use this last method. Otherwise, a lot of soul energy will be wasted, and it is not easy to transfer seven or eight souls into a new body.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the gravel and gravel on the ground were rolled up and flew, hitting the wall of black dragons and children.

The sand and stones at the highway made a sudden sound like raindrops on the heavy armor. The overwhelming Hei Ge was still far away from the horizon. The storm here began to change. Listening to the sudden sound like rain, Svengol and others couldn't help but sigh at the terrible power of the world.

Svengol and others are all undead creatures reincarnated by humans and elves. They have the innate human beings' awe of the power of nature. The black dragon can face the terrible desert storm without expression. But they cannot. Even surrounded by the strong bodies of the black dragon and the children, as the storm approaches, everyone's hearts gradually rise.

In the flying sand and stones, the black dragon and other skeletons surrounded by bodies and war horses were extremely calm. Only the wind that came from their feet and between the people and the ground made them feel the power of the strong wind outside.

The sound of the strong wind whistling, the sound of sand and stones hitting the armor, and the sound of drum hunting in the corners of the clothes being blown by the strong wind, intertwined into a terrifying symphony.

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the approaching of the main body of the sandstorm.

The storm is invisible to the naked eye, but in the Death Desert, the large amount of sand and stones brought by the storm can clearly see the arrival of the storm, just like a god blowing a big breath into the sky to the ground. The storm is like a tsunami, and instantly forms a wall-shaped wind belt, rushing in with a force of overturning rivers and overwhelming sky.

In the distance, the wind wall with a large amount of sand and stone was getting higher and higher and closer. On the dark night, you can only see a dark shadow. Under the wind wall that covers the sky and the sun, the bright moon disappeared, and the whole world was once again almost into endless darkness.

The black dragon does not rely on his eyes to see the world. Through his disguised eyes and soul heart, the black dragon can still clearly see the approaching of the storm.

Looking at the storm's body that was approaching quickly, the Black Dragon suddenly felt aroused.

He sensed some strange auras in the storm, very strange and familiar. The ground was hard gravel, and there were no sand dunes everywhere in the depths of the desert, so when the strong wind just started, the sand and stones on the ground were blown clean, and now there was no sound of sand and stones hitting the armor.

The howling sound of the strong wind was so loud that even if you put your mouth against someone else's ears, you wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

As the wind increased, even if it was surrounded by a human wall, the strong wind could not be ignored. Svengol and others grabbed the cloak and carpet on their bodies, wrapped themselves tightly, and pressed their bodies tightly to the ground. The wind became stronger and stronger, and they had surpassed the most violent storm Svengol and Lot had ever seen.

The main body of the storm that covered the sky and the moon finally approached the Black Dragon. The storm carrying a large amount of sand and stone was in the dark night, as if the demons were rushing out of the abyss of hell, occupying half of the sky and the earth, and sweeping the wall of humans like dust in comparison.

boom!

A large amount of sand and stone hit the black dragon and other skeletons at high speed, and collided with the heavy armor to make a dull sound like a hammer hitting them, which made their figures slant.

If it weren't for the feet pulling into the ground, I'm afraid that Black Dragon and others would be able to scrape down. The soul heart of the Black Dragon shook, and his hands tightened the children on both sides more and more. Even golden skeletons like them were almost scraped down. If they dispersed, Svengol and others in the human wall would undoubtedly die.

The wind is roaring, the sand is flying, the sun and the moon are bleak... All the words created by humans are not enough to describe the scene of this storm at this moment.

Just the gap between the human wall and the wind coming in from above was so strong that Svengol and others pressed into the lower wind and squeezed into a ball. At this wind speed, it was very difficult to breathe. After experiencing the initial impact, the skeletons such as the Black Dragon finally stabilized their bodies and stood straight on the ground again.

They are golden skeletons, and they have as much power as their bodies can bear, except that strong winds can blow their bones, otherwise they will not bend their bodies.

The hands were tightly clamped and tied together. The force of the skeleton even twisted the muscles outside the bones. The whole world was filled with loud noises, and the sound of wind striking them together.

At this moment, the Black Dragon seemed to have returned to the battle between Langk Ridge and Rectordin. He was desperately entangled Rectordin under the water, suffocating the other party to death, but Rectordin's struggle also quickly consumed the soul energy of the Black Dragon.

Now, Rector Ding has been replaced by a storm, and his and the children's soul energy will be consumed rapidly. It depends on who has persisted for a long time.

As I persisted, the soul heart was moving at high speed. A large amount of soul energy surged out and circulated throughout my body along the bones...

He absorbed hundreds of soul energy along the way, and the soul heart of the black dragon reached a bottleneck again. Even if he absorbed the soul, he could not make it stronger. The black dragon is now at the most powerful moment in his life.

The heart of the soul of the blue soul is moving, and the Buddha is rushing toward the throne, and the original illusory form is becoming more and more real. It is like a dense flame, turning into a solid earth sphere.

Suddenly, the soul heart paused. The soul energy that surged out suddenly stopped. This pause was very short. The next moment, the purple flames surged out, and the entire soul heart turned into an irregular sphere radiating purple light and heat.

The Black Dragon knew all the changes in his body very well. This was his expectation for the evolution of Yiwen. Since he reached the bottleneck and broke through the bottleneck, the Black Dragon felt that the golden skeleton was not the most powerful skeleton. There should be more advanced undead creatures above the upper undead creatures.

Therefore, the Black Dragon tried every means to find soul energy in order to reach the next bottleneck, but unexpectedly, the breakthrough would come at this time.

The heart of the purple soul, the black dragon did not know what it should be called. There was no record of the heart of the purple soul in his experience and Arroyo's memory, but the black dragon could feel the power of this heart of the lingering soul.

When the purple light and heat radiated, he felt instantly that a powerful force filled his whole body. The body, which had originally consumed a lot of power, was instantly filled with this powerful force. The violent energy conversion made the Black Dragon unable to help but let out a huge silent cry with his soul.

There was no sound in the soul's shouting, but under the powerful energy, the fluctuations of the shouting were centered on the black dragon and spread far away from all directions.

The mind continued to grow, his soul believed in Buddhism and escaped from his body, and his mind extended to all directions.

Before the storm arrived, the black dragon felt some familiar and strange auras in the storm's body. However, after the storm invaded, he had no time to pay attention to those auras. The evolution of the soul heart made his feelings become unprecedentedly sharp, and those auras appeared in his sensation again.

Bones! Those auras are actually bones!

The storm not only carries sand and gravel, but also gets countless scattered bones, skulls, hand bones, ribs... Countless white bones are mixed in the sand and rocks, rolling and flying in the strong wind.

Each skeleton has its own brand, and the Summoner of Death is the sensing brand to live as a skeleton to fight for himself.

The black dragon's mind touched these imprints, sensed their origins, and felt their helplessness.

These bones are the bones of various creatures scattered in the desert. Because they were buried relatively shallowly when the storm came, they were swept into the sky with gravel and gravel. They were broken and crushed by the impact of wind and sand.

But the Death Desert is a barren world, how did these bones come from?

Did life have lived in the desert of death a long time ago?

Under the action of the purple soul heart, the black dragon's mind touched the imprints in the broken bones, and continued to expand through those imprints. More and more imprints appeared in his senses, in the sky, in the ground...

As more and more road marks appeared, the Black Dragon felt shocked for the first time. There were countless bones buried under the ground. I don’t know how many of them were. I only knew that the marks representing complete bones continued to extend from where he was to the depths of the desert, and to the limits he could sense.

The Grand Canyon of Colorado is a place of battles. There are seven holy wars buried there. The troops of both sides want to share the bones of millions of soldiers, but the number of bones there is compared with that of here, it looks like a small witch, ---, a big witch.

Although the density of the skeletons is not as dense as that of the Colorado Grand Canyon, the range is covered with hundreds of kilometers that the black dragon can sense, and I believe that there are countless skeletons buried in places where he cannot sense.

Was this place once a place of battle like the Grand Canyon?

Every skeleton is a kind of person. Sensing so many similar people, the Black Dragon couldn't help but feel excited.

Another silent soul cry, a powerful dark Yuanjiu erupted from the black dragon's body, instantly turning into a black translucent round cover, covering the children, Svengol and others' associations.

Within the round cover, everyone turned into a translucent shadow.

This is the level seven dark dragon technique! The dark fantasy world!

The dark and illusion world can transform entity into semi-entity, and people in the illusion world can completely avoid physical damage.

Suddenly, the power of the storm disappeared without a trace, and the high-speed sand and stone fingers were pointed at Heilong and others, passing through their bodies without stopping and flying to the other side.

Svengol and others raised their heads, looked at their translucent shadows in disbelief, and watched the sand and stones pass through their bodies, but they were unscathed and at a loss for a moment.

Lot looked at the translucent round cover and instantly stared at his limit: the dark fantasy world!

Instant... Instant... Level 7 magic!

The two silent shouts of the black dragon spread from afar, so far that even the Holy Mountain of Light could sense this fluctuation...

The elderly pope stood on the stage, looking at the direction of the Death Desert with turbid eyes, murmured: The soul of mourning... Finally, another superior immortal creature with mourning level appeared in the world...

The Pope's tone was faint, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow.
Chapter completed!