Black Wizard Zhu Peng

In the gloomy night, a group of spirit bodies in the dilapidated classroom were scattered with faint fluorescence. Their translucent bodies were floating in the air, looking at Zhu Peng who opened the door of the classroom. E┡ novel www. Δ1XIAOSHUO. COM At the same time, the weird middle-aged golden man had already ran over, and he blasted Zhu Peng's cheek with a fierce look.

"What are you running, what are you running???"

The numerous translucent wraiths in the classroom suddenly turned into a silver-white burning spirit ball of different sizes, and they slammed into the man in the classroom.

At this time, the middle-aged golden man was hitting Zhu Peng’s cheek with a punch, and as a result, he was clamped between the shaking hands of the opponent. With the momentum of the middle-aged man, Zhu Peng hugged the cold and stiff body of the opponent in his arms. In front of him.

boom! ! !

Except that there is no sound that can be heard, just looking at the light that exploded in an instant, it was a strong light bomb that exploded. Zhu Peng held the golden man and escaped the hard carry but also escaped the accompanying impact. Li, he and the golden man fell from the third floor window together. The silver-white spirit bodies flying in the sky, some of them recondensed and translucent human bodies stood in mid-air and watched the results below, some were scattered all over the sky, and some disappeared after the blow...

Just now Zhu Peng ran from the second floor to the third floor while running around the building, and the height of the third floor was enough to fall to death. In midair, he twisted and pulled out the two-handed long sword on his back. Zhu Peng hit the concrete floor with a side attack. The sturdy blade was bent into a huge arc. The next moment Zhu Peng turned around and landed on both feet. He fell on the ground, followed by a plop, the middle-aged golden man in chain armor hit the concrete floor heavily. There was not much blood spilled under the body, but the body in the middle of the massive silver-white flame showed a large area of ​​burning. Scars, more terrifying, are not just the flesh.

He struggled a few times, trying to sit up, but couldn't sit up anymore.

"...Tell me, what the **** is wrong with me?" Suddenly realizing that his time of death is approaching, at the last moment, the middle-aged golden man's eyes regained his clarity, and he asked the man standing next to him with a sword.

"..." After a moment of silence, Zhu Peng stood up straight and looked at the zombies gathered around and the spirit body floating in the air. After confirming that he could not run now, he answered the other party's question.

"In my homeland, your situation is called a ghost. You are already dead, but in this environment where negative energy particles are extremely abundant, your undead is still attached to your physical body to move freely. So you know you You are dead, your heart is no longer beating, your body is no longer soft, but you don’t know or don’t want to believe that you are dead, you can move freely, although you can’t feel the fragrance when smoking, although you gradually lose all sense View and touch, but you don’t want to believe that your will to die covers everything and even distorts your memory... But you know it from the bottom of your heart, so you will long to contact all living beings and drag them to die together. Does that make you feel relieved?

In my home country, this kind of behavior is called lati. However, it is also human nature, greed, hatred, resentment, and hatred. These factors are inherently contained in our human soul. "Sweeping around, adjusting the qi and blood in the body, and concentrating on boiling magic power, Zhu Peng answered while looking for the weakest gap surrounded by monsters. Although from the present posture, he wanted to retain more than 80% of the state and find the believer in the abyss. It is an impossible task.

"So this is ah……"

After receiving Zhu Peng's answer, the middle-aged man lying on the icy concrete floor sighed faintly. At the last moment, he seemed to have restored all his distorted memories. The companions of the former adventure team were waving and shouting at him in the light. Then, the middle-aged professional Jin slowly closed his eyelids, and his bones flew away with a degree of corruption visible to the naked eye.

If it is in Zhu Peng's home country, his situation may mean he has been born. However, in the wizarding world, Zhu Peng does not know what this scene means, and has no time to think about it.

......The boiling blood of the master of the earth's martial arts has a strong killing effect on the undead, but this effect must at least be a great master who has reborn in the Baodan realm. Afterwards, every further step, the vitality of blood increases geometrically...

(Twenty-eight minutes, if you can find the abyss believer within the time limit, continue to do it. If you can't find it, leave immediately, and stay for a second.) Set the timing vibration on the phone, and then Zhu Peng holds both hands With the two-handed long sword, he charged towards a relatively weak position. Those zombies and resentful spirits didn't know what they wanted to besiege and not attack, but Zhu Peng could no longer allow time to be consumed like this after adjusting slightly.

This is their home field. The longer they drag on, the more they are in number, and the denser they gather. And as the sorcery ritual progressed and the death toll increased, their strength was slowly increasing. This increase, one decrease, and one increase, no one can stand it over time.

Deliberately chose a direction where there are relatively more little zombies and wraith spirits to break through. After all, Zhu Peng has an auxiliary soul system to guard his spiritual will. Compared with other professionals of the same level, he has a great defensive advantage when facing mental shock.

The silver-white wraith flame passed through the body unable to defend, taking away part of the heat and physical strength. The mental impact formed by the gathering of large zombies even made Zhu Peng’s vision distorted:

In the world in his eyes, what he saw on the left was a blue sky and white clouds, bright sunshine shining on Jinling Elementary School, beautiful female teachers and cute bear children... But what he saw on the right was a dark night, rotting. The zombies with white bones on their cheeks yelling at him, they pounced on themselves in large swaths to bite my flesh and blood.

The illusion is so peaceful and beautiful, and the reality is so cruel and ugly.

Zhu Peng roared and calmed his will and charged with a sword among the corpses. His physical stamina was not unlimited, and his mental will was not steel. He would also be exhausted, weak, and collapse completely.

As the fighting progressed, the gloomy night in front of him was gradually replaced by a peaceful campus under the sun. Zhu Peng was lying on the iron box on the roof of the building warmed by the sun, lazily covering his cheeks with a book, smelling Take a nap with books. In reality, Zhu Peng half-kneeled on the ground. His eyes could no longer see the night and the zombies. This showed that his physical fitness was on the verge of reaching its limit. Even though countless beheaded zombies fell in large swaths around him, his brain had begun. Accept the deception of illusion, and convey a beautiful and comfortable illusion to the master.

Looking like a blind man, after Zhu Peng crazily revolved and rounded the long sword to temporarily slash away a wave of zombies, he half-kneeled on the ground with a trembling left hand and quickly took out the purple condensing medicine reagent stored in the waist pouch behind his back.

Never for a moment has Zhu Peng so deeply realized the greatness and intrepidity of a potionist. At a critical moment, a bottle of medicine is a life.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A huge explosion sound came from the central teaching building, and the accompanying shock shattered large areas of glass. A sacred and bright will power spread like a fire, although it was extremely extinguished in the dark tide. The flames ignited in the deep sea are average.

But it also "washed" the dirty school inside and outside for a short time. Zhu Pengming knew that it was fake, but the images that filled his brain were all broken. The zombies around him were better, and they were rushed by the breath of sacred light. It emits burning smoke, but it can still persist. Those insubstantial resentful spirits are miserable. When the divine breath spreads out, most of them are extinguished like flames under the violent wind, and the remaining half also screamed in embarrassment and hid, obviously vigorous. The state of injury.

Looking at the monsters around, looking at the potion in his hand, and thinking about it, Zhu Peng put the potion stopper on again, and then he rushed to the central teaching building with a few vigorous steps, slammed directly through the window and broke in. .

Although they don't know who the hidden professional is, they obviously found the abyss believer Han Xueyi, and they gave the opponent a cruel heart under the battle.

...The qi and blood of the masters of national arts have the magical effect of restraining demons, but correspondingly, their qi and blood is also the love of many powerful demons. There is not much power in the blood of high-level wizards. Even the blood of bloodline wizards and warlocks, although full of power, is also filthy. Only the national magic alchemist whose blood is full and incomparably pure (special note, this tm It's not a good thing. For example: every national alchemist is a sacrament that can hold a "blood feast" in the eyes of the blood race.)...

A remote room in the central teaching building that is not a secret room than a secret room. The floor is full of corpses and broken weapons that were beaten to flesh. More than ten not weak professionals died here, especially one wearing a plain white robe. Old man holding a light saber. The saber was discounted, and he himself was completely punched into a wall ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ almost painted into a horror mural composed of fuzzy flesh and blood.

The floor of the room filled with corpses, magic power, and dark red brilliance is densely covered with silver-gray curves. Ordinary people may be completely stunned just by looking at this complicated formation, and it's just that this sorcery ritual is best done. Part of it.

In the room, a ragged woman with many thin bodies swayed in the purgatory-like room. She was not a zombie, at least not yet.

Zombies don't know how to use weapons, and her right hand carries a large wooden hammer stained with blood. Just now she was the one who hammered more than ten professionals alone. The exaggerated wooden hammer weighing nearly a hundred catties was carried by such a thin and dirty woman with one hand, revealing an evil in the corpses all over the floor. A sense of horror.

"...Husband...Xiaoxiao, Ding Dong, no one will bother you, I'm here to accompany you, come to accompany you." In the center of the spacious room is a huge glass coffin with a good-looking person lying inside. The middle-aged man of, there are two young and lovely children on his left and right sides. They were already almost decomposed. However, even the bones were bleeding under the effect of the sorcery ritual, and the shriveled limbs gradually faded. It's so full and fresh. If you don't look at the parts that haven't been completely repaired, the glass coffin is like a family of three sleeping.