Chapter 374 Fall

Jealous of the death of Wu Huo, he finally eased a stone pressed on Star's chest.

No matter how much he expects to kill these disgusting monsters in his heart, Star never wants to meet the De Sen, who claimed to be angry blood. But Star has always had a hunch in his heart that they will meet sooner or later. At most, it's just a matter of time.

"Are you okay?" The red-eyed black dragon couldn't help asking. He found that Star's face was so ugly that he even lost his blood on his lips. Why don't we take a day off tomorrow and wait until you recover?"

"Thank you, I don't need it. In one night, the stone of the sage is enough to restore the magic of my loss. Star waved his hand. Besides, we don't have much time. Maybe one day, Gleair will resurrect another dragon. And our enemies will not decrease with time, they will only increase!"

At this point, Star couldn't help sighing. It was not until this time that he realized that he had been yearning for survival, and unconsciously became the target of public criticism. It seems that all forces have their own enemies, those in the light, those in the dark, those that have been exposed, and those that have not been exposed. These people are like poisonous snakes that have straightened their hips, and will bite themselves out of the darkness at any time.

The wailing of Mazulu in the desert has disappeared.

As the last corner of his soul disappears into Jian Mang's mouth, it finally means that these undead monsters finally have a way to end their lives, but these methods are more tricky.

Deep to the south of the sunset oasis.

Mizulu's voice was like a ripple of sound waves, drifting into the distance.

The door of a magnificent temple was suddenly opened, and a gray-black whirlwind rushed in with a beautiful face that had been elongated countless times.

The huge temple is empty. In addition to the stone pillars used to support the main body of the building, there are only seven underworld lamps jumping with purple flames.

In the center of the temple, there is an unimaginable huge stone chair. Under the stone chair was a layer of almost corrupt skulls, and countless skulls seemed to be shining strangely.

On the stone chair sat an old man with a withered face, dressed in a black dress inlaid with silver edges, straight and smooth against his body. Seeing this inexplicable hurricane sweeping soul-like objects, the old man slowly raised his head. But he couldn't take his eyes off the past.

The hurricane bypassed the stone pillar and passed through the beam, as if it had been dodging the eyes of the old man. Then its speed suddenly increased several times and rushed to the old man.

"Alas... Jealous of witch fire!"

There was a gentle sigh in the air, but the old man did not open his mouth. The sound seemed to come from his body. However, after the sound sounded, the hurricane suddenly stopped in the air, as if a barrier appeared in front of the stone chair, which stopped his footsteps.

The seven underworld lanterns surrounded by the stars and the moon suddenly burst out an unimaginable light, almost illuminating the whole hall in an instant. But then, it quickly faded. One of the underworld lamps did not stop after falling to the size of the usual flame like other underworld lamps. Instead, it became smaller and smaller with the old man's gaze and finally went out.

The moment the underworld lamp went out, the whole hall shook incredibly. Even the skull under the stone chair is slowly floating, slowly flying away like a lantern.

"No!"

There was a more tragic howl in the hurricane, and the sound was like broken glass, broken into countless pieces. Then he was so directly inhaled into the dark lamp...

'Papa...'

The sucking power in the air disappeared in an instant, and the skull floating in mid-air fell back to the ground like rain, splashing dust.

"Kaseseser!" The old man seemed to be a little tired and couldn't help but support his chin with his left hand and shouted casually.

A ripple quickly rippled in the dark air, and the outline of a middle-aged man became more and more obvious with the ripples of the air. Lord Gler, what can I do for you?

"Four guests came to the land of evil disease!" The old man looked at Kassser and said word by word.

"Do you need me to stop them?" Kasese knelt on one knee in front of the stone chair and looked over without fear, as if it were a provocation.

"No, they will die sooner or later. It's just a matter of time. I just want to ask, have my children woken up? Glele stood up slowly, and his wrinkled hands gently rubbed the stone chair.

"There are four more, not that I am incompetent. As the greatest alchemist in human history, you should know that the bones of our dragon clan are the most difficult to control." Although Kasese is kneeling in front of Glyre, he still held his head high. His eyes followed Glele and fell all the way to the stone chair. He couldn't help trembling all over, and then lowered his head humbly. And the trace of provocation and dissatisfaction in the eyes also quickly disappeared.

"But tonight I can make a skeleton stand up and become our companion." Kassser paused for a moment and then said.

"Very good, let's wait for the guests slowly. As the host, I think our reception will satisfy them!" Glele smiled and waved his hand to signal Kasesser to retreat.

Cassus lowered his head, and there was a ripple in the air again. As his outline became more and more dim, the ripples also stopped quietly.

Gler slowly turned around and his eyes fell on the extinguished dark lamp. He shook his head silently. Then he sat back on the stone chair and put his hands back in the chair. The underworld lamp, which symbolized Mazulu, reluctantly wanted to light up again. A purple flame burst out of the lamp, but the Mazurus, who lost his soul, could only return to darkness in the end.

The purple flame floating in the air gradually extinguished, but the remaining flames have been able to illuminate the hall.

There is also a huge stone statue behind Greer's stone chair.

The stone statue sits arrogantly in the same chair as the stone chair in front of it, but the cloak covering the whole body does not make people see his true face. If the hands of the stone statue are put on the handle like Greer, they are casual and majestic. And on the right hand side of the stone statue, there is a long-handled sickle. The sickle also looks stone, but the blade faintly reveals the reflection of metal.

Back to the other side, the sword has completely swallowed up the soul of Mazulu.

Its body covered with wounds is healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The muscles on the sore holes on the thin wings are wriggling like maggots and flies, and the bright red pieces of meat are intertwined with each other, looking like a pair of dexterous hands sewing holes in the clothes.

The hair outside Jian Mang's body is also growing slowly, but this process does not last long, only about a fingernail longer than before. Although it looks as soft and smooth as Lin Luo brocade, Starr doesn't think so. When necessary, the sword light can control the hair to stretch in an instant, wrap its own body, and make them harder than steel, even surpassing the dragon scales.

The blue-eyed white dragon looked at all this and couldn't help opening his mouth wide.

He has met many opponents who can devour souls, but there has never been a sword man who can absorb and enhance his strength when devouring other people's souls.

"His mother was a god in the abyss plane!" Star said lightly.

There has never been a god in the abyss plane, which has always been what the blue-eyed white dragon thinks. Except for the three demons, there are no other demons who dare to be called demons. From this, it can be seen that Jian Mang's mother must be a big man in the abyss plane. Even in that era, she had surpassed the three demon kings, but time made everyone forget her.

It was not until dawn, when the sun rose from the other end of the sunset oasis, that everyone began to continue on their way.

They didn't waste a whole night sleeping. In fact, their strength has supported them without rest for several months.

This night has no effect except to keep their strength at its peak. Of course, it may be to avoid the 'hunters' who like to look for food late at night in the land of evil diseases.

Until the sun covered the whole land of evil diseases, the four people had reached the Temple of Death.

However, it has gone through the last battle, and now it has been completely destroyed. In fact, even if it is not destroyed, this ruin that does not know how long it has existed will not have what they want.

On this day, the whole land of evil diseases seemed to become extremely calm.

The blue-eyed white dragon can not only clearly feel that its vitality is passing rapidly, but also the quiet approach of death. This may be the feeling of the dragon clan on the verge of death, but the blue-eyed white dragon still feels a trace of uncontrollable disgust. He doesn't want to die here. If he can, he would rather die with the enemies who killed the dragon warriors.

In addition, he also has an illusion.

This golden and vast desert has unconsciously turned into an endless ocean. Now it is silent and serene, but the next moment it will set off a storm that everyone can't resist.

This feeling lasted until the four people walked through the sunset oasis.

The back of the sunset oasis is not a desert desert as Star imagines, but a city full of tall buildings on the horizon.

A huge statue protrudes far above the city and comes into everyone's eyes. However, after they completely walked through the sunset oasis, a series of continuous dragons sounded in the city in front of them.

It seems to be intimidating, but it is more like welcoming.