Chapter 195: Christine

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Yin Ming: "..."

Just fight, and you still have to slander me with bad breath?

The leader of a demon clan calls a person a demon in front of a group of demons and seeks out enemies from across the void?

Yaga Ter, the ancestor of the Demonic Demons, is dead!

Behind every level 2 demon lord is a level 4 demon king.

Limited by the carrier, it cannot exert the power of the 4-ring domain.

But at least he has the power of the 3rd level, a dozen 3rd level demon phantoms, besieging a timid demon with the 3rd level extreme mastery of the pseudo-realm, the outcome is doomed from the beginning.

"Tsk tsk..."

Yin Ming clicked his tongue and slowly retreated behind the demons.

The attack Yaga Tel suffered at this moment should have fallen on him.

But as the ancestor of a clan, it is the right thing to take the blame for the clan.

Looking at the figure escaping in the mist of the abyss, the slander will not be pursued out of humanitarianism!

"babble……"

Yin Ming was shocked.

Suddenly, he discovered that except for him, he was only a 2-ring demon lord paddling in the water.

There was actually a demon escaping from the battlefield.

Locke felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Yin Ming, and explained: "Don't look at me like that. Romance and I are under the command of a demon king. We don't have the demon king's methods. Who is stupid enough to try to fight beyond the level?"

Reasonable!

In War Demon Romance, the phantom of the Demon King that appears behind him is the only Demon King of the Abyss that Yin Ming knows.

Mirror Demon - Christine.

Christine is the most human-like existence among the demons Yin Ming has seen.

With blond curly hair, fair skin, and dark eyes, he looked like a handsome middle-aged man with a bookish air, and no inhuman features could be found on his body.

"Buzz!"

The aura of the abyss surged violently, and the light and shadow condensed into a round mirror.

The illusory bloody ancient battlefield behind Romance, under the reflection of the mirror, changes from virtual to real, forming a pseudo realm that overlaps with the fog of the abyss.

The battlefield was originally the home ground of war demons. Hundreds of demon souls were transformed into war spirits, and they actually competed with the Yaga Tel Chamber with the power of one person.

"How powerful! Is it really okay to consume your soul like this and take food from Beelzebub's mouth?"

I originally hoped that the remaining demon corpses would be able to fill Beelzebub's stomach, but now I have no hope at all!

"Boom!"

Yin Ming watched the battle from a distance. The abyss was shrouded in mist, and it was like watching a dragon showing its claws, making it impossible to see clearly.

Turning his head, he chatted with Locke, who had returned to his normal body shape: "We are the only two lava demons in the team, and we haven't participated in the battle yet. The reputation of the lava trolls will not be damaged!"

Yaga Tel, the ancestor of the fearful demon, suffered from a typical bad reputation.

The Abyss Demon has reached the upper limit of bloodline level. If you want to break through the level, you have two options, obtain it from the bloodline ancestor, or obtain it from the will of the abyss.

Locke obviously belonged to the latter and didn't care at all: "Whatever! It's the ancestor of the lava demon anyway. It's not our turn to participate in the abyss war."

"Keng..."

There was a sound of swords clashing with gold and stone.

The blood-colored giant sword waved, and several bloody rays of light emerged from the mist of the abyss. Wherever it passed, the mountain peak was cut into two sections, revealing a smooth fracture.

The black abyss mist was torn apart by the sword light and turned into billowing clouds of smoke, spreading in all directions.

"it's over!!"

During the battle, the pseudo-realm is shattered, which most likely means death.

Yin Ming and Locke looked at the lava demon paddling in the water at the same time.

Yaga Ter stood on the ruins, completely losing his life breath. His corpse showed bloody cracks and turned into hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood scattered.

"Ding!"

On top of the corpse, a World Source Crystal the size of a head was condensed.

Romance stood in the sky, his dark armor was slightly broken, and he was holding a bloody sword in his hand.

Many of the other demon lords were injured and had their arms broken. Only a 2-ring scythe demon died in the hands of Yaga Tel. It was the one who first questioned it. It was such a hatred! !

"World Source Crystal..."

The greedy demon eyes stared at the World Source Crystal.

Such a large piece of world source crystal, sacrificed to the will of the abyss, can definitely break through the upper limit of bloodline level 2.

"Keng!"

A sword cry!

A spirit of war disappeared on the bloody ancient battlefield, and the bloody sword was filled with energy.

The shadows of demon kings appeared behind the fifteen-headed level 2 demon lords, and they all stared at Romance warily. Romance, the war demon, was the most powerful, but it was absolutely impossible to kill all the demon lords and monopolize the world's source crystal.

However, Romance ignored the demon lord at all and looked back at Yin Ming: "I found you!"

Swing out a sword!

The bloody sword light that cut through the false realm was unstoppable and came in an instant.

"Discovered..."

Yin Ming's expression changed drastically, and when he looked at Demon King Kristine's shadow, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

The fragments of the mirror world were picked up by scavengers, fused with embers and fire, and covered with a layer of outer elixir skin. Can you still recognize them like this?

At this moment, there is no time to squeeze out the soul power of the Undead Factory and use the Bone Soul Flag to form the Undead Domain.

The magic power circulates in Yin Ming's body, activating the magic core permanent witchcraft: "Level 2: Possession by the Undead."

Behind him, a white moon appeared.

Receive a ray of 7-ring chaotic undead power and turn it into your own use.

Possession by the undead can be used as an invitation to a god, but the restrictions are rather strict, and this god must be owned by oneself.

It just so happened that Yin Ming was able to satisfy this point.

"Woooo..."

Yin Ming tapped his finger lightly.

The Bone Sovereign Soul Flag releases a large amount of undead death energy, and the ghosts cry and whimper.

Like the black clouds rolling crazily before a storm, a black energy barrier forms in front of you.

The Bone Play compiled by Ms. Bai Yue made Yin Ming's use of the power of the undead system no longer as crude as it was originally.

"Boom!"

The sky was filled with smoke and dust, and the bloody sword light was extinguished in the collision.

Locke, who was almost affected, couldn't help but yell: "Romance, you are a petty person. After so many years of friendship, I have told you hundreds of trivial things, and you actually want to take the opportunity to kill someone and silence me?"

"it's me!"

Romance sounds like another person.

Locke heard that it was Christine's voice and was silent for a moment, his huge body like a frightened quail.

Kristine said coldly: "It's you who killed Aman in the Beca plane! Originally, I only had two guesses, but now I am completely certain!"

The smoke dissipates with the wind.

The white light wheel shines like the bright moon rising slowly.

Yin's true body was obviously revealed, and the death aura was lingering around him. The surrounding area was filled with bone-chilling coldness, and a layer of blue frost condensed on it.

"Humanity!"

"Human wizard?"

"Damn, what kind of disguised witchcraft is this?"

The expressions of all demon lords changed dramatically.

For so many days, there was a human being hiding beside me, and no one noticed at all.

Such a chilling feeling!

It's just like... like a plane invasion from the abyss, a parasitic demon dormant in the human body.

"call……"

Yin Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air, flashing a flash of hesitation.

(End of chapter)