Chapter 60 Copy Skill: Wrath of Death

Chapter 60 Copying Skills: Wrath of Death

A depressing and terrible situation suddenly appeared on the battlefield, among which Rongxuan felt the most deeply.

Originally, I thought that using the most powerful skills could seriously damage the powerful woman in front of me, but before I did it, a strange force enveloped me. In an instant, an inexorable sense of fear and humiliation appeared in my heart.

The feeling that it seems to open the clothes of the whole body and be peeped at. There is no secret on the body. The sense of powerlessness, and the whole body trembles in this energy. Rong Xuan can feel what this power is! Spiritual power, the magnificent spiritual power of the sea.

The onlookers were also chilled by this force, which is no longer a physical impact, but a real soul deterrent.

Li Qingcang completely released his spiritual power for the first time. Since the peak of the first stage, every killing has raised the upper limit of mental power. Until now, Li Qingcang can't estimate the level of his spirit. From the physical strength as a necromancer, he can guess the strength of mental strength. Degree.

As for why Li Qingcang stood up in such a high-profile way, it was not for anything else, but to feel Rong Xuan's skills. The familiarity of releasing skills, the role of spiritual power is always higher than the attack. From the moment of spiritual growth, the role of Li Qingcang's spiritual power is to observe the situation around him.

The spiritual power of the sea suddenly fluctuated, and the space rippled with different folds. Most of the energy went straight to Rongxuan, and the scattered spiritual energy gave the strange senses around the audience.

At the moment when the spiritual power enveloped Rong Xuan, Li Qingcang seemed to go to another world, the way the flames arranged, the speed of the flames fluctuated, and all the processes of Rong Xuan's skills.

Li Qingcang's spiritual power was analyzed layer by layer, and more and more information was obtained. Rong Xuan became more and more powerless about this power. The privacy on his body seemed to be exposed to people again and again. Rong Xuan suddenly became angry, and his anger also deepened step by step.

The mysterious young man standing in the center stood in his heart like a demon at this moment, suppressing the fear in his heart. He stretched out his hand and suddenly clenched his fist at Li Qingcang. The flame giant stood behind Rong Xuan, with a huge palm clenched, and a huge fireball that was twice as big as the end of the world. Cang bumped over.

Li Qingcang looked up at the huge fireball flying in a hurry, and his eyes flashed with strange light. One hand stretched out, and a black fog appeared in his hand. His right hand cracked scars, and the floating blood fell into the black fog.

Slowly a trace of deep black gas emerged from Li Qingcang's body, and the summoners in his mind also opened their eyes one by one. The soul fire in the skeleton fluctuated and emitted black fog overflowed from Li Qingcang's body.

An ethereal black fog arm stretched out from Li Qingcang's back, holding an illusory weapon in his hand and hitting the flying fireball. The huge flame was smashed by the virtual shadow, and the black shadow arm also shook illusoryly, and then disappeared without a crack.

Looking at this scene, Rong Xuan's face suddenly turned pale. He was very familiar with such a way of energy cohesion. The composition of the anger of the V of the V of God, which derived from the back of Rong Xuan seemed to feel something. The huge palm of the flame opened, one was first. A little bigger fireball appeared in his hand and hit Li Qingcang.

Li Qingcang's spiritual power fluctuated. There was no overreaction to the broken virtual shadow and the huge fireball flying in. The black arm holding the weapon appeared again and hit the huge fireball into a spark, and then the black virtual shadow arm collapsed again.

Huge fireballs came one by one, and the black arms appeared again and again, and then collapsed again and again, but every time it collapsed, the next time, the arm of the black virtual shadow became clearer, and the weapon was slowly revealed, a strange black fog sickle.

With a bang, the super-large huge flame suddenly rose from the head of the three-meter-high flame giant. The two huge flame palms were like trays, resisting the huge fireball floating in the air, banging, like the beating of the heart. Every time it beats, the fireball rose a little more.

But even if the flame giant behaved like this, Li Qingcang still did not take back the spiritual power of detection. When he touched it, the huge fireball jumped again. One was a huge fireball twice the size of the flame giant appeared in the air. Even if it was far away, he could feel the hot temperature.

The huge fireball was thrown out with the lifting of the flame giant. The surrounding air was like a tear. The twisted flame burned every space. In the face of the huge fireball, Li Qingcang's expression did not change much, but it can't be said that there was no change. If you look carefully, you can find the corners of Li Qingcang's mouth. It's upturned.

At the moment when the super-large fireball shot out, the flame giant suddenly turned into Mars and burst. Rong Xuan withdrew his arm with a pale face and looked at the hot and burning huge fireball, and a real smile appeared on his face.

It's just that Rong Xuan will be disappointed again, and the bright smile will freeze again.

Li Qingcang unfolded his hands, and a silky black fog came out of his body, and he said meaningless spells. A faint dark shadow came out from behind him. He held a huge black fog sickle in one hand and one arm. His whole body was deep black. This was in Li Qingcang's mind. The image built from one's own attributes and one's own ideas.

A deep low shout came from Li Qingcang's mouth: "The Wrath of Death!"

The three-meter-high huge black figure condensed out and cut towards the huge fireball flying. Facing the fireball twice as big as himself, the black fog death did not flinch at all.

Touching, the huge fireball was hit and trembled, but it did not disappear. Compared with the fireball, the death also trembled. The black fog drifted a lot and then condensed again. The black fog sickle waved out again, and then dissipated again. The fireball also became smaller and disappeared after another.

However, such an attack, even with Li Qingcang's mental strength, was a little uncomfortable, and the rosy blood color on his face faded a little, but the smile on his face became stronger.

It escapes and condenses again and again, which makes Li Qingcang more proficient in the control of the Wrath of Death, but Li Qingcang knows that his control of this skill is far from enough.

The flame god body condensed by the middle strength of the second-order evolution is actually the same size of the god body condensed by the second-level evolution. Fortunately, in the final impact condensation, Li Qingcang knew that he had really mastered this skill. The essence of ability.

The death condensed by the black fog once again turned into a black fog, and then began to condense. This time, the condensed figure is the real power of the wrath of death...