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    "You better stop before I break the contract."

    Feiyue's voice seemed a bit eerie because of the ghost fire suspended next to her.

    Wang Ming glanced at Feiyue indifferently: "Master, aren't you going to take action?"

    Night Angel gave a bad smile: "Feiyue, do you dare to break the contract?"

    Feiyue's face was gloomy, and her cat-like vertical pupils burned Night Angel's reflection dozens of times.

    After weighing it for a long time, he said: "Mia, this time, Master can't help you."

    Wang Ming nodded lightly, and with the sound of flapping wings, another crow turned into a stream of life and rose from his shoulders.

    "Since Master is not going to help me, then I will do it myself."

    Before he finished speaking, Wang Ming's fingertips burst into a ball of pale flames, and everything around him was eclipsed by the light of the flames and turned into black and white film.

    Feiyue recognized the ritual spell and exclaimed: "Shattering Sun Knife? Stop! Your magic value is not enough at all"

    "Shut up! What qualifications do you have to criticize me, a coward!"

    "No, I"

    Extremely disappointed with his master, Wang Ming brandished the Shattering Sun Blade that was gradually taking shape and flew toward the Night Angel. The bat wings vibrated violently, and the strong wind brought up lifted the bangs in front of him, revealing his eyes that were a pool of stagnant water.

    The protective layer condensed with negative energy appeared again, trying to resist the Sun-Breaking Knife's attack. However, this level of defense was like a mantis trying to control the Sun-Breaking Knife. It was overdrawn by the flames gathered from the magic power of Wang Ming's body and easily cut through it.  The resistance of negative energy moves through the dirty black water as easily as a fish.

    The long knife extended, and the magic power stored in the spine of the knife burned with all its strength, rushing all the way through the ocean of negative energy. The tip of the knife was handed to the neck of Night Angel in the blink of an eye.

    The success was beyond Wang Ming¡¯s expectation.

    "No, I fell into a trap!"

    Night Angel¡¯s brilliant smile was not extinguished by the Sun-Breaking Knife applied to him, but became even more dazzling.

    The black tide once again spewed out from the deep sea, erupting along the gap opened by the Broken Sun Knife. The fiercely burning Sun-Breaking Knife was like a torch in a stormy night. Facing the impact of the black tide, it continued to ablate and cut away the negative energy.  energy, but was still pushed back by the surging negative energy impact.

    Originally, the Shattering Sun Knife was a very consuming spell and could not be activated for a long time. Even ordinary spell casters could only display it for a moment, because every minute and every second that the spell lasted, hundreds of magic powers were consumed.

    Because of the fear of the Night Angel, Wang Ming's Sun-Shattering Knife is extremely powerful, which means that the consumption of magic is also very terrifying.

    The Shattering Sun Knife is like a huge black hole of magic power. All the huge magic power flow that Wang Ming finally exchanged for was sucked clean. In order to fight against the black tide, the suction power was much higher than the theoretical data.

    After being supported in the black tide for less than a moment, the Shattering Sun Knife shattered into countless fireflies in the violent shock, and were extinguished one by one in the black tide.

    As the Shattering Sun Knife disappeared, the black tide hit Wang Ming without reservation, pushing him out. Before the world began to spin, he only had time to cast an inert armor on himself.

    As an arcane spell derived from psychic energy, inert armor has many advantages over mage armor, the most important of which is that it does not require incantation or guidance with gestures, so this blue protection  The barrier unfolded in time before the black tide came into contact with Wang Ming's body, blocking the erosion of negative energy.

    But the thrust of the black tide still threw Wang Ming far away.

    It hit the wall hard, and Wang Ming let out a cry of pain. His ribs seemed to be broken, and there were waves of pain.

    "Master, why don't you help me"

    Night Angel walked slowly to Wang Ming's side, leaned down, and touched Wang Ming's head: "Fei Yue can't attack us at will. Moreover, this is just his projection, and his true body is still on the dusk front. I want revenge.  It¡¯s better to do it yourself~¡±

    Wang Ming looked at Ye Angel coldly and suddenly bit her hand.  Night Angel did not flinch, and allowed Wang Ming to bite him. The skin that seemed to be about to be broken was stronger than fine steel, and Wang Ming did not leave even a mark.

    Night Angel easily took his hand away from Wang Ming's mouth, and there was a shining transparent stone in his hand.

    "Do you know what this is?"

    Feeling that special arcane sequence, Wang Ming felt that he was trapped in the darkness of despair.

    The Feast of the Dog Demon, the most notorious form of necromancy, summons the black flames of the underworld to burn the corpse, making it impossible for the corpse to be resurrected by any means.

    Although it is difficult to resurrect this plane because it is far away from the underworld, there is a glimmer of hope after all. Originally, Yuhuang still had a chance to resurrect, with the help of Feiyue Mountain and LongThe forces of ?? may be able to find a way to defy death - after all, there have been examples in history.

    But once the corpse is desecrated by this spell, the soul of the deceased will be buried deep in the underworld, with no chance of recovery

    ¡°Perhaps a transcendent being can resurrect Yuhuang, but that is the slimmest hope in the world.

    Wang Ming endured the pain, got up from the ground, staggered towards the Night Angel, and waved out the Night Death weakly.  Night Angel turned slightly to the side, moved away from the dim black sword, kicked Wang Ming in the chest, and kicked him to the corner of the room.

    "Just watch how your woman rests in peace. This is your fate too~"

    As he spoke, Night Angel crushed the rocks and sprinkled the glittering powder on Yuhuang's torn body. With a snap of his fingers, dark flames rose up, silently licking the pool of blood on the ground.  .

    Just when Wang Ming closed his eyes in despair, a voice came from the side.

    "Stopstop!"

    It¡¯s Xinglian.

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    ps: Sogou-kun, what¡¯s wrong with you
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