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Chapter 960 Leeks?

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    The black mist in the void surged like a tide, drowning everything, and the darkest moment came.

    "Ah, what is this? Bugs, bugs, they are eating my spirit and flesh and blood."

    "Why is my witchcraft completely useless against them, what kind of strange bug is this?"

    The shrill screams sounded one after another. After the Wall of Despair was pierced by Morel, the wizard towers in the Necropolis were like durians that had lost their hard shell, revealing their plump flesh, which was easily submerged by the tide of black mist raised by Ymir  , and the essence of these black mist is actually eating insects.

    "Damn thing."

    Seeing his apprentices being devoured by strange insects, a seventh-level lich couldn't help but let out a cold snort. The next moment, a gray brilliance bloomed at his fingertips, brushing towards a cloud of insects in front.  High-level witchcraft ¡¤ necromantic light.

    Death invaded and was covered by gray-white brilliance. The cloud of worms that had been flying wantonly froze suddenly, and then the worms fell like rain.

    Looking at such a scene, the gloomy face of the Lich was a bit better, but the next moment, the Lich's mind was shrouded in the shadow of death, and the fallen insects were reborn from their shells, with amazing killing intent  He comes sweeping.

    "He didn't die?"

    Locked by the worm cloud, the Lich felt a touch of surprise in his heart, and the overwhelming sense of crisis made him even more uneasy. He didn't dare to hesitate, and he immediately activated the witchcraft again.

    The light of necromancy bloomed again, covering the worm cloud. The difference was that this time the worm cloud was not affected at all. Compared with before, there was a touch of gray marks on the back of these worms that had died once.  Not only eat foreign objects, but also eat themselves. When they are fatally threatened, they will eat themselves, and when they are born again, they will evolve corresponding resistance. It can be said that ordinary methods cannot help them at all.  I'm afraid it's seventh-order witchcraft.

    "Has it evolved resistance? So fast? It's really an amazing monster, so I'll just shoot you to death."

    Although not disturbed, the Lich released another seventh-level witchcraft, the Mahamudra of the White Bone, and then a scene of panic happened to him.  Strictly speaking, the big white bone hand is not a real substance, but the manifestation of magic power, but those strange insects just ate it directly.

    "not good!"

    The soul fire in the eye sockets suddenly rose, and his body sank into the void. The Lich sensed the danger, but it was too late at this time. The worm cloud traveled through the void and followed him, completely enveloping him in an instant.

    "ah."

    The soul is howling, and a seventh-level lich is eaten up by the worm cloud. Neither witchcraft nor protective wonders have the slightest effect, and a hexagonal reincarnation disk slowly rotating in the depths of the void is even more powerful.  It completely cut off His last ray of vitality.

    "It's all food."

    The wide dragon wings spread out, covering the starlight, overlooking the necropolis submerged in black mist, Morrell was not in a hurry to make a move, but occasionally blocked a few seventh steps who wanted to break through.

    The Eater is formed by an eighth-level stalwart who cut off his own greedy desire when he achieved the eighth level. The level is extremely high, and the characteristics are even more weird. Once the scale is formed, the general seventh-level is in front of them.  Food only.

    In the Hall of the Dead, his own power was completely linked to the large cemetery. Isaac kept using his power to curb the invasion of the worm cloud, but the effect was extremely weak.

    At the very beginning, Isaac killed a lot of strange insects with the help of the increase in the necropolis, but as time went by, these strange insects showed amazing adaptability and super-evolution, and conventional methods fell on them.  It's like tickling them, it doesn't work.

    The most frightening thing is that these monsters not only have bodies as hard as divine gold and amazing resistance, but they also have extremely terrifying spiritual power. He saw with his own eyes a cloud of insects gathered into a whole, and with a scream, they directly tore apart  captured the soul of a seventh-rank lich, and then divided and ate it.

    "This kind of power characteristic is somewhat similar to Hell Demon God Gluttony Lord, but it is far more terrifying than Gluttony Lord."

    Watching another seventh-level lich being engulfed by strange insects, Isaac's heart kept sinking.  Strange insects were raging, and there was a dragon species that was stronger than him hanging high in the sky. Coupled with the hidden figure, the situation facing the necropolis was extremely dangerous.

    "We can only awaken the background first, and then find a way to tear the blockade."

    Having recognized the reality and no longer had illusions, Isaac made up his mind.

    Woo woo woo, a desolate and weird whisper sounded out.?It seemed to be a call from the ancient times, and when such a call sounded, in the lower space of the great cemetery, blossoming soul fires quietly lit up.

    Outside the Starlight Prison, Doubly Punk and Ymir quietly watched the battlefield.

    "They are starting to wake up those sleeping liches."

    The Eye of Reality sees everything and catches something strange, and Punk speaks.

    It is said that Ymir's expression remains unchanged. He has enough confidence in the eating insects. Although the eating insects are miraculous individually, the seventh level is not impossible to deal with, but once the scale is formed, it will be completely different.  The bigger it is, the more terrifying it is. After taming the eating worms, after his careful cultivation, the group of eating worms has grown three times stronger than before.

    "Your Majesty Ymir, do you want to spare the true spirits of those liches? With the help of the characteristics of the phylactery, they can be resurrected again. Maybe we can harvest them regularly?"

    Thinking of the characteristics of the eating insect, he glanced at the hexagonal reincarnation disk lying in the void, and Punk asked a question.

    Although the eating insects eat almost everything, whether it is dead or living, the body, energy, and even soul are on their menu, but in fact they cannot really kill the lich with the phylactery, because their  The imprint of the true spirit has been transferred, but now Ymir uses the power of reincarnation to use the souls of these liches to forcibly restrain their imprint of the true spirit, which is really cutting grass and roots.

    In fact, if you only consider the eating insects, this time Ymir can completely let those liches go, let them use the phylactery to find a way to harvest again, and so on. After all, looking at the void sea, the seventh-order life  There are only so many of them, and the lich is the most suitable one to become a leek.

    "I need their souls as firewood, and even if they are resurrected, it will take a long time to regain their strength. Now we don't have that time to wait."

    The golden flame between the eyebrows became more and more radiant, exuding a palpitating scorching heat. Ymir explained this sentence. On the one hand, the hunting this time was to use the eating insects to accumulate power for Morell's transformation, and on the other hand, it was for his  Harvesting the soul by oneself is also the miracle brought by the golden flame, and the true spirit is the essence of a living soul.

    Hearing this explanation, he glanced at the golden flame imprint between Ymir's eyebrows, his heart was stung, and Punk didn't say anything more. After all, harvesting multiple times is just an ideal state. No matter how weak the seventh level is, it is not a sick cat.  Letting the tiger go back to the mountain often brings even greater troubles.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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