Chapter 589 Necromancer

After leaving the Shuangyi Palace, Hei Batian went all the way south, and Wang Wujian followed cautiously.

In the end, the black sky stopped in front of a big mountain. The appearance of the mountain was very strange. It seemed to be true or false. It was covered with a layer of hazy magic fog, and the surrounding vegetation was also gray, as if it had been dyed with ink.

Hei Batian walked to the foot of the mountain, where there were two trees three feet apart and strangely shaped, thick enough to be surrounded by five people. He stood in the middle of the two big trees, didn't know what mysterious behavior he had done, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Wang Wujian blinked in disbelief and waited for a moment. After seeing that there was no movement around, he quickly flew under a big tree and carefully watched the mystery.

The big tree exudes a gloomy and cold atmosphere, as if it were a soul tree in the underworld, standing in front of it makes people stand up.

There is nothing unusual in the center of the two trees, just as plain as the grass under their feet.

Wang Wujian floated gently and shuttled through the center of the two trees, but found that there was no invisible portal here, and he did not find any ghosts after exploring the ground.

Did he suddenly leave here with the Guiyuan scroll? It's not right to think about it carefully. If he had a return scroll, he would not fly all the way here to the front of the mountain to use it, but use it directly when he escapes from the high star king vein.

After thinking for a long time, he could only guess that there was a magical portal to reach another place, but it took the underworld to see or open it.

Just as he was about to return to find the help of Huo Jie, he suddenly felt a stream of energy rising flat, which was just like before the scroll of Guiyuan.

However, it was not that someone came out of another portal, but someone returned here from other places and fell in pieces. In the end, more than a dozen men in the costumes of the underworld master gathered here.

The strength of these underworld magicians is not weak, and they can compete with a god of war-level warrior. Wang Wujian was shocked and felt more and more that this organization was not simple. There were not many underworld magicians in the world, but they didn't expect that they had gathered so many underworld magicians.

More than a dozen people looked at each other and did not say anything. Instead, they only lined up in an orderly manner. Starting with the first underworld magician, a red light appeared in his palms, vertically facing the front, as if to replace some kind of signal. Unexpectedly, the man disappeared out of thin air.

Wang Wujian suddenly realized that there was really an invisible door in front of him, but the access to this door needed a verification, and he could not enter because he was not of the same kind.

Seeing that the last underworld magician was about to enter, Wang Wujian decided to take a bet to protect the sky mirror. In an instant, the red light in the man's hand rushed over with lightning speed.

Just as he was about to hit the underworld magician in front of him, the man suddenly disappeared, and Wang Wujian's eyes suddenly turned black, but he didn't wait for himself to have a second reaction, regardless of how high the top of the world was. Anyway, he jumped up with all his strength.

Finally, the underworld magician felt a strange strong wind blowing behind him when he came in, which he had never had before. However, when he looked back, he accidentally found that there was no one behind him, only the thick wall. He also shrugged his shoulders as if it was just an illusion, and quickly followed up with more than a dozen underworld magicians in front of him.

Seeing more than a dozen people going far away, Wang Wujian was relieved, and then began to look around the wonderful place in front of him. The construction here is somewhat similar to the dark dwarfs. There are wide and narrow tunnels everywhere, and the temperature is relatively high. Looking around, there is no smoke. .

When they left, Wang Wujian secretly released the son of darkness to follow them. At this moment, he could follow them.

Not long after flying close to the ground, some buzzing incantations came faintly, and the further you walked, the louder the sound became, as if a grand sacrifice was being carried out.

"Are all the people here underworld masters?"

Wang Wujian was surprised and thought that if Huo Jie was here, at least she could give some advice.

Wang Wujian soon saw the imaginary scene. It was really that hundreds of people stood in a big circle and read words one after another.

The place where they are are located is a huge ring stone platform. These strange pictures and texts are depicted on the table. Naturally, their symbols or meanings will not be known by Wang Wujian.

In the middle of the high platform, there is a container like a hot pot, in which there seems to be a strange **, and there is a person floating in it. The smoke is shrouded, and its face can't be seen clearly, but it must be a woman.

"The elder to..."

A cold woman's voice suddenly broke the buzzing recitation. The scene was immediately quiet for a moment, but soon there was a dizzying singing sound. Wang Wujian really doubted whether it was a hypnotic spell. He only felt dizzy and had the illusion of wanting to sleep.

The elder is dressed in ink, with an arrogant look and fluttering hair. Although there are ten elders, he looks just a young woman in her thirties, with a slim figure and a beautiful face.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

The elder hovered over the altar overlooking the grand sacrificial activities below and said happily.

The people who recited the spells below aggravated their tone one after another, and the buzzing sound suddenly intensified, as if there were 10,000 bees flying together just now, and there were more than 100,000 bees at that moment, and the brains also followed Weng's call.

"These damn guys!"

Wang Wujian rubbed his ears and head and cursed angrily.

"Just now, 16 shrewd and brave underworld magicians came back. They brought back a total of 70,000 elites. With these 70,000 elites, we can successfully create undead slaves. At that time, our underworld magicians will dominate the world and become the masters of the world, and no longer have to worry about being chased and persecuted by others! "

The elder said hurriedly.

The group of people who recited the spell below also became more excited. Once again, they increased the sound of chanting the spell with one voice, and a loud buzzing sound almost scared Wang Wujian.

"What is a necromancer? Is it a freak like a blood slave? Then you shouldn't have the ability to conquer the world!"

Wang Wujian was very curious, and he secretly felt helpless for the 70,000 fighters who died. At the same time, he was also curious about how many fighters they killed. At this moment, the big pot was boiling, and the blood-red water mist steamed up, which looked very horrible.

Wang Wujian carefully inspected the black sky in the crowd, but he never saw his figure. It seemed that he really went to cultivate himself and didn't even participate in such a big sacrificial activity. Is it true that he was really so seriously injured?

The elder slowly fell down, and several seemingly unusual-identalists followed him and actually walked towards Wang Wujian's hiding place.

"Where's the old black? How is he doing? Since you're back, why don't you come to see me?"

The elder asked unhappily.

"I heard that he was injured. He was injured by the son of Tianling. Now he is recovering from his injury. He should be able to come soon."

A ghost magician bowed his head and replied, looking very respectful.

"Oh? Can the son of the heavenly spirit hurt the old black? Humph, he must have been too careless, otherwise he would use the life of the son of heaven to start the creation of the necromancer now.

The elder said.

"Bah, you want to be unfavorable to me when you make your mother? You old monster, let's wait and see!"

Wang Wujian cursed fiercely.

"But fortunately, 16 of the 20 elite underworld magicians sent out have come back. The energy they have collected is enough for us to successfully complete the necromancer system. After the completion, we will convince the world with the strength of white people!"

The elder said impassionedly.

"With the overall planning of the elders, I think our ambition will be successfully achieved."

Another underworld master smiled with a smile.

The elder nodded proudly. At this time, the black bully appeared. His condition looked much better. He thought about what valve magic or panacea was used to cure the injury in a short period of time.

"Big elder, I'm really sorry that I didn't come to see you in time. Please forgive me!"

Hei Ba Tian said.

"It doesn't matter. I heard that you are injured. Well, the most important thing is to heal the injury."

The elder is of a good nature, and there is no blame. He just said with a smile.

"Thank you for your understanding, but it's a pity that I can't kill the son of the spirit. I'm really ashamed!"

Hei Ba Tian buried his head in a low voice and said.

"Well, I already know this, and I don't blame you completely. The son of Tianling can unify the three sea basins and conquer the high-star king veins, which shows that he not only relies on the treasure of the sky mirror, but also what else he has. The purpose of sending you is mainly this!"

The elder asked deeply.

Heiba Tianzheng proved that he didn't expect so much at all. As the top strongman of the former Holy Continent, how could he take a boy who broke into the mainland of China to heart? Unexpectedly, he was defeated in a short battle, and he felt that Wang Wujian was indeed not as weak as rumored, nor as vulnerable as it seemed, but gave people an unfathomable feeling.

"The son of Tianling is strong and has many tricks. He is our strong enemy on the way to unify the great cause!"

Hei Batian said, burying his head deeper.

The elder glanced at him and knew that he could no longer ask anything about the son of the heavenly spirit, so he also changed the topic and asked, "What about the king's vein of Shuangyi? I asked you to kill people with a knife. I don't know if the king of Shuangyi agreed!"

"I agreed. I think he has to agree. Gaoxing Wangmai is ready to go. Even if Shuangyi Wangmai does not take the lead in launching the attack, the son of Tianling will be the first to fight. The war between them is inevitable. At that time, we can take advantage of the fisherman."

Hei Batian consciously did a good thing, and then straightened up slightly.

"Hahaha, that's good. I hope that when they both lose, it will be the day of the dead!"

The elder suddenly laughed wildly.