"So strong... This young man is really shocking!" Outside the Evil Eye Bronze Mirror, Elder Ling Xi couldn't help but break the dead silence.
The escape plan has been implemented. The others have left and scattered. Now there are only a few people here counting on these young mages. However, Ling Xi is indeed seriously injured and needs to rest for a while. She can only stay. Here in the bell tower, and watching every move within the Death Gate.
"I have heard that some elemental contract beasts can enhance the power of the mage's corresponding attributes, but I have never seen such an elemental creature that can directly possess the mage. This contract beast of his is quite extraordinary. One person can kill so many A skeleton, a high-level mage is nothing more than that, it’s really unbelievable." Zuo Feng said.
Zuo Feng finally saw Mo Fan's true strength this time. He was so strong that he was not at the level he should be. Looking at the entire magic field, there will never be a young mage with such combat power at this age. Several.
"If he had not been involved in this catastrophe, he would have performed shockingly in the World University Competition in the future. What a pity... what a pity..."
Mo Fan is not dead yet, and with the surging skeleton army, he has shown combat power that almost surpasses his own level. He has killed nearly two thousand skeletons, and the entire skeleton group is just missing. So a little bit.
He has really reached the extreme. He killed nearly two thousand undead before, which was the limit of an intermediate mage. Now he has survived in the undead group for so long and killed so many. It is very amazing!
"Elder Lingxi, it's your turn to heal. Your injuries are getting worse." A messenger said.
President Han Ji has also recovered some magic power and is treating the senior officials. There is no chance that the few people who jumped into the mausoleum will come out alive. Even though the escape plan is really heartbreaking, they still have to carry out the plan.
Before executing the escape plan, the status of the senior executives must be ensured.
"I'll keep an eye on it here. Elder, go and heal him." Zuo Feng said to Ling Xi.
Ling Xi nodded and walked slowly down the stairs. Before leaving, she looked back at Zuo Feng, as if she had something to say but didn't know how to say it.
Zuo Feng was staring at the evil-eyed bronze mirror. He didn't notice Ling Xi looking back. When he slowly turned his head and stared at Ling Xi's back, Ling Xi had already continued walking down, and the half-curled pear blossom hair that fell to her shoulders swayed slightly with her steps.
"She just glanced at you." Yaonan reminded Zuo Feng.
"oh."
"You also looked at her." Yaonan continued.
"kindness."
"It's already this time, and you still want to be pretentious?" Yaonan said somewhat disgustedly.
"Yes. It's already this time, what's the point of everything?" Zuo Feng said sadly.
"You are worse than this kid, no matter what is in front of you, you will not run away!" The demon man said angrily, pointing to the evil-eye bronze mirror.
"But he will still die." Zuo Feng looked down at the death gate. He could still see the endless skeletons waiting for Mo Fan. Mo Fan was like a lone ship swaying in the stormy black sea. , no matter how stubbornly you resist, no matter how much you fight against the huge waves, you will eventually sink in the black ocean storm!
"At least he's not dead yet." Yaonan didn't like Zuo Feng's attitude.
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"burst!"
A larger fire plume shot out in all directions, and the layers of bursting fire formed a huge fiery red honeycomb, exploding the iron ball skeletons into pieces.
Heads, arms, and necks were dancing in the air. In the end, everything ended up on the bumpy ground.
In fact, the ground was already covered with a layer of bones with varying degrees of fragmentation. After falling, the place was raised up. From a distance, it looked like it was covered with a thick layer of blood.
Mo Fan was already stepping on the bone carpet. When the thousand layers of fire feathers exploded, the bones fell down like snowflakes, almost covering Mo Fan's ankles.
At this moment, Mo Fan was basically unable to move. The torrent of skeletons came one after another, and the skeleton phalanx completely surrounded the eight directions. No matter which way you looked, the forest of skeletons was equally dense, and you couldn't tell which one was in front. Road, where is the place where Zhang Xiaohou and the others retreated.
but. never mind.
If you can't move, then continue killing here! !
There were spiral flames lingering on his arms, one on each hand, and Mo Fan stood on the pile of bones. His black eyes were still shining, and he stared closely at the new batch of screaming double-scissored skeletons rushing up, without rushing to release the flame breath spinning on his arms.
Mo Fan is alone. If these skeletons want to attack him, they will definitely get together. Mo Fan will wait for them to get together and sweep out his arms!
The rotating flames fanned out, and the flames on the left and right were intertwined. Gradually a flame whirlwind formed.
The flame whirlwind moved, and its power continued to increase. Finally, it rolled into a flame hurricane, with a diameter of an astonishing ten meters and a height of more than a hundred meters!
When the flame hurricane appeared, it sucked in all the double-sheared skeletons. Whether they were directly stirred into pieces by the power of the hurricane or directly burned to ashes by the high temperature, it all depends on the preference of these skeletons...
"47!"
"48!"
The remaining souls floated in one after another and continued to condense in the Little Styx River. The little loach had absolute spirituality. It could understand the death situation its master was encountering at this moment, so it worked harder to turn the remaining souls into essences and supply them. Mo Fan strengthened Xingzi, and even ignored the demon lotus he had just absorbed, and devoted himself entirely to the essence.
"One more, one more!" Mo Fan gritted his teeth and shouted silently in his heart.
Not enough double-sheared skeletons were destroyed by the flame hurricane. There are still patches of these things in Mo Fan’s other direction!
Whether it is Little Flame Fairy or Mo Fan himself, the flame energy is already in short supply. It is not that it is completely exhausted, but if it is used continuously, the galaxy will be somewhat loaded!
Mo Fan needs other power, and what he can still rely on now is the thunder system.
From nearly 2,000 undead before, there are now nearly 4,000 undead, and all the stars in the thunder system are about to be strengthened.
Right now, there’s only one missing!
The little loach pendant seemed to be trembling to tell Mo Fan that the remaining soul was gone.
Kill, kill, kill!
Mo Fan doesn't know when he will be exhausted. He only sees killing. If the undead can bleed, it will already flow into a river.
His energy was concentrated with great concentration, his face was extremely cold, and his unyielding spirit shone in his eyes, never dimming even a little!
Be it the Black Holy See, the Ancient King, or the Skeleton Legion, he would definitely not accept their superior death sanctions.
He, the great Mo Fan, will live longer than anyone else! ! !
Everything that kills him will be spread under the soles of his feet! ! ! ! (To be continued.)
