Chapter 2241

as long as it is not the Fengwang level grand master who does it in person, Donghuang will never have an accident.

So needless to say, as long as the good individual.

It's all familiar, and there's nothing to be sad about.

It's not that I don't come back. Why bother.

So Qile and yuexi'er, as well as the moon frost and snow after eating a snack together, they went back to their bedroom.

Then he opened the door of the barrier.

"The third time, I don't know this time, it will appear in the world of belief in what gods."

Qi Le didn't hesitate. He just sighed and walked into the gate of the barrier.

……

Outside of Warcraft forest, somewhere.

Here, there is a small manor, which has a two-story cabin.

The small wooden house is a style of stilted building, with a courtyard in front and a vegetable garden at the back. It looks like a kind of hermit's residence.

However, what should have been an elegant scene was destroyed by the skeleton soldiers outside the manor.

Dressed in ragged armour and armed with a knife in their hands, these old weapons will surely infect tetanus. The skeletons burning in their eyes make this place look particularly gloomy and terrifying.

In the courtyard of the manor, a middle-aged man holding a long sword was half kneeling on the ground.

The sword is inserted on the ground, supporting the middle-aged man's body, but it can't stop the blood flowing out of his chest.

What's more, the blood flowing out of the middle-aged man is a frightening black.

It's obviously the color that comes out when you're poisoned.

"Pa --!"

Opposite the middle-aged man, a man in a robe, whose face was completely covered by the shadow of a hood, kicked open and fell to the middle-aged man's feet. The mask was split in two.

"It's really unexpected that the legendary Dragon Sword Master would live in seclusion in such a place."

The man in the robe said with pity.

However, there was no unexpected mood in the tone, as if it was for the middle-aged man.

"Damned Hall of the dead, you are as despicable as ever! Shameless

"What kind of hero is poison?"

The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and made a low voice from his throat.

He is very poisonous in his body. Even though he was strong in the past, he is just a lamb to be slaughtered at the moment.

However, even when death was approaching, the middle-aged man did not choose to yield. Instead, relying on the support of his sword, he bit his teeth and stood up from the ground regardless of his physical condition.

"It's all about winning and defeating the enemy."

"We always do this in the hall of the dead. Why should we compare us with you who are open and aboveboard?"

The man in the robe smiles carelessly and looks at the middle-aged man's eyes with a trace of killing intention.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him has been completely eroded by the death toxin unique to the hall of the dead, it is impossible for him to survive.

However, everything is not absolute, it is better to deal with it on the spot.

So as the man in the robe moved, the skeletons around him immediately came up.

Despite the fact that the skeleton soldiers are a little slow, their combat effectiveness is not strong.

But if we really fight, the endless number is enough to make people headache.

"Kill!"

The man in the robe made a gesture on his neck with his fingers.

Naturally, there will be no accident. Faced with so many skeleton soldiers, the middle-aged man has no hope at all.

This kind of thing is usually only in imagination.

What kind of fighting power can a poisoned dying person have left?

"I've dealt with another one. These infidels who fight against the temple of the dead, they all deserve to die."

The man in the robe snorted coldly and was ready to leave.

But at this time, the mutation suddenly appeared.

"Ah!"

"You damn two pen system, can't you put me on the ground!? Must appear in the sky? "

With an angry voice, a figure fell from the sky and hit the ground severely.

Location, just outside the estate.

"Boom!"

The man in the robe was stunned and didn't return to his mind for a long time.

"What is the situation? Why did someone suddenly fall from the sky? Is he dead? "

"Cough, cough..."

A choking cough came out of the smoke.

The shadow falling from the sky, naturally, is the joy of the world through the gate of the barrier.Opening the door of the barrier in the sky is a systematic traditional art, which has long been expected by Qile.

It's just that what should be scolded is still to be scolded.

"Still alive?"

There was a flash of amazement in the man's eyes.

Falling from such a high place, he is still alive. How terrible is the strength of this guy's body!

"Who are you? Why are you here? "

Think of here, the robe man suddenly alert up.

The skeletons around him also gathered around, raised their weapons and waited for an order.

"Cough, cough I also want to ask you, who are you? "

While talking, Qi Le was fanning in front of him with his hand, trying to fan the dust in front of him.

Although Qile's body strength is now, even if it's smashed from the sky, there won't be anything.

But who would want to play like this?

"Who am I?"

The man in robe frowned and said coldly, "you don't even know the hall of the dead?"

"Why do I want to know the hall of the dead? I don't think it's a good thing to hear the name."

Qile some doubts back a sentence.

Is the biggest force in the world the hall of the dead?

Which God does the world believe in, the God of the dead?

To be honest, after seeing the skeletons around, Qi Le thought of a rank, the necromancer.

If this rank is hard to calculate, it can be classified into magicians and then subdivided into summoners.

However, because of the evil nature of necromancers, sorcerers and summoners are not willing to recognize the identity of Necromancers. Instead, they separate the Necromancers into one category.

That's interesting.

That's why Qile feels a little confused now.

System: "host, this system has bad news to tell you."

"Bad news when I come here?"

Qi Le frowned, always felt that today may not be a lucky day.

But what can we do if we all come here.

It's not easy to say

"Tell me, I'll listen."

Qile can only choose to bear silently.

System: "there is more than one force of belief in the world. This system suspects that the conflict between gods who collect the power of faith may lead to this situation."