Chapter 1870

Shen Yanxiao can't help but beat up a spirit. The dead are not only evil race, but also the resurrection technique of turning life and death. It seems to be fooling life, making people creepy.

The reason why the undead disgusts all races is because of their bad nature and their blasphemy to life.

Even the gods and demons have a day of death, but the undead can use their power to revive the dead in the form of the undead.

The reason why life is precious is that it is born and died only once. It conforms to the laws of nature, but the undead disobeys the laws of nature, even distorts the will of the dead and turns countless solitary souls into their slaves.

Sal personally invites MINGYE to appear, and MINGYE brings Shen Yanxiao to the edge of the array.

So close to the array, the smell of blood is pungent.

Shen Yanxiao frowned.

"Your Highness, dark night, please cast." Sal knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness, please cast!" All the dead in the longzu graveyard knelt down and roared loudly.

In the dark night, I nodded a little and stepped forward.

Shen Yanxiao is the first time to see the dead perform resurrection. She squints her eyes and looks at what is happening.

The dark night opened slightly, a series of obscure incantations overflowed from his mouth, his speech speed was slow, a wind mixed with black fog condensed from his feet, and the black smoke spread to the array, like a cluster of black flames, passing from one point to all directions.

Everything is like a nightmare. The black fog covers the whole longzu graveyard, and the wisps of black smoke rise slowly.

Shen Yanxiao seemed to hear the roar from hell, and the wisps of black smoke seemed to be twisted and ferocious faces, struggling to show the expression of despair in the wind.

The whole longzu graveyard is covered by a strong and incomparable deadness, under which all the longzu retreat one after another.

Shen Yanxiao must stand by the side of the dark night to prevent the magic from abnormal. She is equivalent to standing in the center of the death whirlpool, the breath of death rushing from all directions, almost making her unable to breathe. Every breath is like inhaling countless gravel into her lungs, which makes her sweat and cold.

But now, Shen Yanxiao doesn't dare to let Xiu do it. Under the eyes of so many undead, the appearance of a little holy breath will attract the undead's vigilance.

Shen Yanxiao could only hold his breath and obtain the thin oxygen in the air with the flow of blood.

Suddenly, the speed of the dark night sped up, and the black smoke increased crazily. In this sunken graveyard, almost a huge black hole was formed.

Even though Shen Yanxiao's eyesight is beyond ordinary people, she can only barely see the dim figure at night under such circumstances.

With the mantra of the dark night, the earth of the longzu graveyard suddenly vibrates violently. The sound of the earth breaking and the rustle of the leaves torn by the strong wind are interwoven.

Shen Yanxiao's body suddenly appears a little strange. Something invisible seems to flow into her body with the strong wind.

In an instant, the huge pain covered her whole body, just like the bones were crushed in an instant. The huge pain made Shen Yanxiao's spirit collapse in an instant!

Shen Yanxiao's whole body strength seems to have been drained, but her body seems to have two forces interwoven fiercely. The repulsion of the two forces almost split her body into two parts.