Chapter 260 Undead Control

More than a dozen coffins were lined up in a row, and a great sense of awe shrouded in the empty surface. There is a terrible haze in the coffin, covering the aura of the jade coffin. No matter what characters are sealed in it, it must be the product of the forbidden curse of the dark dwarf clan. Only they can make some people who have died for hundreds of years still have the power of their lives. It's like having some mysterious method that can make something perish for a hundred years.

Mian Xilong stood in isolation on an octagonal white jade pillar that gradually rose up. He was a little arrogant and domineering. He looked at the jade coffin and overlooked the whole ruins. His body was full of dark red armor, like the divine martial arts described in the last page of "Golden Cicada Shelling", but his body still lingered for a month. In the transformation stage, presumably, during the time when it just disappeared, it absorbed a lot of energy, so it evolved for more than 20 days in a short period of time. Its limbs stood proudly, its head leaned forward slightly, and its lips squirmed slightly, like a priest chanting a spell, which seemed mysterious.

In the blink of an eye, dark dwarf words turned into energy gushed out of its mouth. Strange strokes and fonts rotated rapidly in the air and regularly integrated into more than a dozen jade coffins.

More and more fonts fly out of its mouth. The golden fonts are connected in series, almost forming a slender golden bridge, winding back and forth, evenly across more than a dozen jade coffins. On the white coffins, exquisite patterns composed of words slowly emerge, all of which are all indescribable monster avatars. Maybe it's the totem of the dark dwarf.

More than a dozen jade coffins began to tremble slightly, as if the body inside was resurrected and struggled to jump out. The more powerful evil spirit overflowed from the tiny cracks in the jade coffin, and soon covered the white jade face. More than a dozen jade coffins turned into strange coffins one by one. Through the hazy smoke, the text on the jade coffin The word pattern became blurred and finally disappeared completely on it

"How is that possible? How can you be the 'undead control' of the dark dwarf clan? The old and hoarse roar of the God of War broke the silence of the space. His tone was stiff and angry, revealing the fear of this mysterious taboo spell.

Mian Xilong did not pay attention to him, but accelerated the chanting of spells. The words were as dense as a stream one after another, constantly flowing into the jade coffin shrouded in the spirit of the dead. The jade coffin trembled and trembled, like fear, and struggled to resist, and even drove the whole ground to tremble slightly.

Wang Wujian stood on the periphery of the altar, and his brain rotated rapidly, thinking about what was about to happen. Is it another priest against him?

"Don't waste your strength. Humph, those old and immortal guys have died once. Even if you wake them up, you can't reach their due state. It can't promote the birth of dark children at all, let alone get rid of your fate of dying here!" Ares gritted his teeth and shouted, but did not attack.

Wang Wujian turned his head and looked at it. Now he can now distinguish his position according to the sound of Ares, and he can even feel the strong and weak energy fluctuations in his body like a tide.

In front of the big pit where the air of death rolled up, a giant completely wrapped in the dark air of death sat on the ground. He could not see his real face. He could only feel his powerful appearance and incomparable combat effectiveness. Even if he was seriously injured, it was enough to trample a martial spirit in the realm of the spiritual emperor.

"It's really lifeless. How dare you force the gas of death!" Wang Wujian sighed in surprise, and at the same time, he understood the horror of the priest. Even the God of War risked his life to strengthen his body in preparation for the next battle. It can be seen that after the priest, there will be another earth-shaking war.

"Ky, go to the Seven Star Forum!" I don't know when Mian Xilong stopped the output of the spell symbol. The energy effect was so great that his whole body seemed to be thin, and the dark red armor on his body became indifferent and obviously degenerated for several days.

"Don't go. Once you step on the altar of seven stars, your divine knowledge is doomed to be destroyed. You are no longer you, and you will always become the puppet of the son of darkness!" Before Mian Xilong's words fell, the voice of the God of War came, aggressive, but mixed with fear.

"Bum... Bang... Bang... Bang..." More than a dozen jade coffins burst out dozens of crackling loud noises, shaking the whole earth violently, like an earthquake, making people feel dizzy.

The thick spirit of the undead instantly enveloped the whole area. As the sleeping dragon shouted a few strange voices in an ear, a black fog shrouded in the original jade coffin splashed like fireworks in an instant, and immediately showed more than a dozen dwarfs in shorts. The hair was white and the skin was dehydrated. It just looked like a skeleton. The skull is just an extra layer of human skin. If you count it carefully, there are as many as 16.

Wang Wujian is not unfamiliar with this dressed dwarf. It was because several dwarfs who were also dressed up implanted the dark son into his body in the colorful cave. At that time, he didn't know what they were doing, but the pain of not being able to die was still fresh in his memory, imprinting the appearance of those hateful dwarves in his mind. In the middle, I swear that I will definitely take revenge! Unexpectedly, I met the same dwarf here again.

"What the hew, do you really want to treat me as a victim?" Wang Wujian immediately understood what was going to happen?

There are 16 seats around the Seven Star Temple. At this moment, there are 16 dwarf undeads. There is no doubt that they are all the heads of state who implanted, activated and promoted the first dark son in that year. They are also the mainstay of the dark dwarf clan. In the war more than 300 years ago, in order to ensure the withdrawal of the same clan, permanently Stay here and seal yourself with the undead spell before death, so that you can obey the orders of those who can unlock the spell in the future. This spell must be the supreme leader of the dark dwarves or a person with a very close relationship, but it is the king of spirit beasts that have not yet evolved. Mian Xilong.

Looking at the more and more terrible God of War after devouring the gas of death, Wang Wujian couldn't breathe. The pressure he gave people was far heavier than that from a mountain. The anger at this moment alone can make ordinary people crazy and make a prospective master be captured. What's more, once he uses the breath of death to restore the peak. The strength can be called against the sky, and the son of darkness is seriously injured and can't come back. At that time, there is only one road, that is death!

"Come in quickly, I will control the undead and let the dark son fight again. I will never let him devour your consciousness. Come on, otherwise, once the God of War regains strength, we will definitely not escape death..." Mian Xilong threw out a bundle of thin silk and flew towards the Wang Wu Sword, and the sixteen undead spirits drifted to each in an instant like ghost. On the seat, his hands were folded, his fingers were changed alternately, and there was a low singing sound in his mouth. It seemed that he was ready to promote the birth of a dark son.