End of the Magic Era

The battlefield became more chaotic, Emir personally led the team, like crazy, traveled through the battlefield, picked up the soul essence that nobody wanted in the battlefield, and the probability of lower souls appearing in the soul essence was not high, but the quantity was huge, right?

Imir intended that there was war everywhere on the land of the stained collar, and nobody wanted so many dead spirit essences anyway, so picking up those dead spirit essences directly was faster than constant war, and getting more, wasn't it?

Unfortunately, other Lords of the Dead don't think so, and these guys, like the mad dogs who invaded the land, think that Yimir is invading the land, and what else is there to say, just go to war.

The battlefield became increasingly chaotic. Originally, these Undead Lords fought only two or two battles. In a few days, they turned into seven or eight armies, even the only army made up of dark creatures. In this case, they became cannon ash and were killed together by a group of Undead creatures.

Seven or eight lords mixed up, suddenly found one of them dark lord, dammit, this dark lord must have caused the ghost, kill him first then say...

In a few days, Lin Yun didn't do anything. He saw a mountain full of dead spirit essence in front of him, and more dead spirit essence was sent. He had no idea how many of these dead spirit essences there were. In the Northender world, it was a selling dead spirit essence. Here, the smallest unit would be kilograms, a dead spirit essence mountain, all weighing four or five tons...

The Sage Chapter constantly devours the Death Spirit Essence. Slowly, the second and third printing positions of the Eighth Level spell also emerge. Unfortunately, after the appearance of the three positions of the Eighth Level spell that can be printed, the Sage Chapter crazily devours the Death Spirit Essence and does not reappear the position that can be printed out of the Ninth Level spell, while the Sage Chapter is still crazily devouring the Death Spirit Essence, like an endless abyss.

Lin Yun had long been prepared, and was not so disappointed. The chapters of wisdom can be printed and released. All of them are limiting spells. The most basic ability of limiting spells is to increase the power of spells by two levels. Eighth-level limiting spells have the power of ten levels of spells. Moreover, limiting spells will bring some of the characteristics of spells to the extreme. This extreme is something that absolutely does not have ten levels of spells. This characteristic is the most powerful.

If it is true that it can be imprinted on a Level 9 spell, how can you waste so many things, gather all the Lords of the Dead who want to do things together in one place, a Level 9 spell with a limit spell state, with the power of Level 11 spells, and play the limiting characteristics, you can definitely kill all the dead creatures in a territory in seconds.

If you can understand the rules of light and release a level 9 light spell, it would be even more perfect. A level 9 light illumination is printed on the chapters of the wise, and added to the limit state, releasing it is a level 11 spell light illumination, completely transforming the entire channel thousands of kilometers into a light world, the dead spirit has no way of coming in, how many to die...

Unfortunately, such a good thing can only be thought of. After a few days spent eating at least a few dozen tons of Death Essence, there is still no place on the Sage Chapter for Takuchi Level 9 magic, but the Sage Chapter is still mad to eat Death Essence, obviously there is this position, but it is not so easy to come out...

After stirring the stained collar into a pot of paste, Lin Yun quietly left. Yimir's wish, which may have been remembered for thousands of years, was fulfilled. Now he is playing his life to help Lin Yun collect the essence of the dead spirit, which is now his greatest wish.

Returning quietly to the half-side, three eight-level spells were printed on the chapters of the sage. Lin Yun turned into a skeleton once again. He even made a broken cape to cover himself. Then he carried behind him the death sickle he had previously stolen from the Skeleton King, and a fresh Skeleton King came out of the furnace.

Incarnate the Skull King, walking in the realm of the Dead Spirit, the most common skull dead spirit, the status in the realm of the Dead Spirit is very low, even if awakened wisdom or memory, the status is still very low.

As long as the spirit feels strong enough to remove the head of a skeletal spirit, it will never stand beside him and watch him not do it. A single heavenly skeleton, the spirit of death, is a fresh piece of flesh.

If necessary, Lin Yun can only truly unleash his momentum and become a Lv46 skeletal spirit, but more trouble is caused. Other Lv46 dead spirits, even Lv45 other kinds of dead spirits, dare to rush up to try to kill Lin Yun and devour Lin Yun's soul fire.

Unfortunately, the soul fire of these fools was devoured by Lin Yun's incarnate dead spirit.

After devouring the first Tianzhu dead spirit, Lin Yun found that the soul fire of these Tianzhu dead spirits contained not only purer soul power, but also bigger marks of death, more important, but also their memories.

After watching these memories of the dead as if watching a movie, Lin Yun suddenly found the best way to find Agaron.

It is very difficult to find out the news in the soul position. Apart from the heavenly dead spirit, the other dead spirits are basically a bunch of tired and fearless fools without brains. In their soul fire, there is not much memory of this kind, only a little scattered memory, like an instinct memory.

Only those who awaken wisdom or the dead spirit of their memories will have complete memories of the dead spirit.

Constantly devouring the soul fire of a dead soul, watching the memories of those dead souls, looking for clues that might exist, that's the fastest way to go, and far faster than looking for clues like flies without heads, watching those memories as if they were standing next to each other, no clues that might be missed.

After consecutively devouring the soul fire of more than a dozen heavenly dead spirits, Lin Yun had to disguise himself as a skull king. The ordinary skull that appeared alone was so eye-catching, there were too many dead spirits who wanted to devour his soul fire.

Immediately after changing the Skull King costume, it was much better. Although Lin Yun appeared to be more than half shorter than the average Skull King, the Death Sickle was enough to show his identity, the broken cape, the Death Sickle, no dead spirit was willing to mess with the Skull King.

Skull King is a kind of skull death spirit, but he is also a natural skull king, able to unify the existence of the Skull Army, Reaper Sickle, is also a weapon that a few of the dead spirits face in hurting the dead spirit body will directly hurt the fire of the soul.

Even a single Skull King, no dead spirit willing to provoke, along the way met a level 47 black warrior, looked far at Lin Yun, and did not make an offensive move, obviously some consternation.

The Death Sickle simply needs to cut off his body, which is tantamount to cutting off the fire of his soul directly, a higher level of dead spirit than Skull King, and is unwilling to provoke casually.

No one messed with Lin Yun anymore. Lin Yun started to mess with him. After killing more than a dozen dead spirits of level 43 or higher, he finally found a little clue.

In the memory of the soul fire of a dead soul, there were traces of Gandalf. Gandalf had appeared in this place called Wailing Basin, but he did not know where he had gone. At that time Gandalf had fought this Lv46 dead spirit, but finally he did not know what happened. He left without killing the dead spirit.

Having found clues and Gandalf's direction of departure, Lin Yun continued to follow where Gandalf had appeared.

Five days later, the number of dark creatures suddenly increased, and the intensity of the power of death in the air decreased slightly, but the pure power of darkness became more intense, and a black forest, a pure black tree, a trunk of bone, was filled with broken bones and skeletons.

Tall trees are like a tree-shaped dead spirit, bare on the crown, no leaves, walking into the tree to see clearly, hanging on the branches is a ragged head, some is white bone, some is like a fresh head, these heads seem to still drip blood, and there are places, hanging from beating heart.

Forest clouds frown slightly wrinkled, slowly drifted into the middle of the sky, eyes through this strange black forest, see deep in the forest, there is a shady old castle, looking at the sky above the head, the ancient castle is always dark, only the moonlight from where it appeared sprinkled over the ancient castle.

Deadly quiet...

Blood, ancient trees, dark castles, when you see these two things, Lin Yun knows that this is a vampire territory.

There are hundreds of millions of bones that can be buried in a forest with so much blood and ancient trees, and the presence of blood herders is necessary to make it possible to grow such a large forest.

These bloody ancient trees devour bones, they devour corpses, they devour the power of death, they transform these things into fruits with the power of life, and the heads that seem to still drip blood, the beating hearts, are the fruits of bloody ancient trees.

These are vampire foods, or desserts, the only way they can taste fresh blood in the realm of the dead, or the only way to get blood, except for dark creatures.

Such a vast forest of ancient blood trees, the fruit that comes out of it, encompasses almost all the possible fruit types, only vampires at the level of the original vampire ancestors can possess the power and status of this forest.

This problem is further illustrated by the immense shady castle, and the everlasting night over the castle, which is now the territory of a vampire ancestor.

Gandalf caught up in the territory of a vampire ancestor?

That's troublesome. For so long, even if he's not dead, he's probably been raised as a bloody pig.

None of the original vampire ancestors are below level 47, and these damned bastards are hard to kill, at least Gandalf certainly doesn't have the strength to kill a vampire ancestor once and for all.

Lin Yun frowned and stepped into the dark forest in front of him.

The moment you enter this forest, you feel that everything around you becomes dark, but for the dead spirit, this darkness is of little use, everything you see is black and white gray three colors, and you find that the target is also fluctuating by the soul, not the eyes, where the skeleton comes from eyes...

Into this forest, those quiet and strange tree surfaces appeared slightly loud, a twisted face appeared on the surface of the trunk, and the skeletons and skeletons hanging from the crown seemed to have all survived, slowly turning to look at the forest cloud, and the mouth made a shady laugh.

Lin Yun sneered, holding the tail of the death sickle in his right hand, waved a few random times. The horrible death force swung with the death sickle and turned into a grey lunar blade flying out.

The blade of the moon is like cutting open the air, cutting all the surrounding blood ancient trees into pieces, a blade of the moon flew thousands of meters away, and all the blood ancient trees along the way were cut into two pieces.

Cut blood The ancient trees gushed out the sticky blood, and the grunted blood flowed from the disconnected area towards the surrounding area, but instantly all disappeared and disappeared on the ground.

The branch of the blood ancient tree dried into an arm, supported the broken branch trunk, wanted to return to its original position, blood surged, the cut of the blood ancient tree quickly recovered the ocean, as if it had not been injured at all.

According to theory, this injury to the blood ancient tree is completely irrelevant, especially the formation of a forest of blood ancient tree, the whole is equivalent to a whole, cut off, can also go back to the connection, the outflow of blood, after it falls to the ground, will also be reabsorbed by the underground root system, not wasted at all.

On the crowns of the restored bloody ancient trees, a head screams and roars sharply, but then these screams and roars turn into shocking howls.

A skull withered rapidly, and the face of the ancient bloody tree condensed, became distorted, and finally twisted into a tree festival, the entire tree withered rapidly, completely losing all its breath.

All the blood ancient trees cut by the gray blade of the moon are completely dead, Lin Yun continues to move forward, no more blood ancient trees dare to howl, even the blood ancient trees encountered on the path of Lin Yun will proactively pull their roots off the ground and give Lin Yun a way.

Two or three kilometers later, a bloody ancient tree that could not get out of the way was cut into two pieces by Lin Yun, and then again, dozens of bloody ancient trees followed by bad luck, was knocked out of consciousness by the death sickle.

A bloody ancient tree surface beside the road congealed an old and twisted face, looking at the forest cloud, full of humility.

“Dear Lord Skull King, our king is waiting for you in the ancient castle. Please forgive these fools, they do not understand your dignity...”

This old face hasn't finished saying a word yet and saw a grey blade of the moon cut him in half.

“Silly Dark Creature, King of the Undead, there will always be only one! ”

Blood pastoralist revealed the body was directly cut to death, if he didn't react quickly, maybe even now he is involved, the soul is cut off a large chunk, and then immortality is almost there.

In the dark castle, countless bats fell from the top of the castle, and then burst into a big, bloody cape, and soon, a human creature appeared in the cape like a pile of rotten corpses.

In the corner of the castle, the statue ghost came back to life, holding a fine crystal pot full of blood, appeared next to this rotten corpse, blood poured into the mouth of this rotten corpse, and soon, the corpse was changing rapidly.

A few seconds later, the body turned into a pale, bloodless vampire, a handsome face, a bloody pupil, and a sharp fang slowly retracted back into his lips.

When they opened their eyes, the vampires stared at the entrance to the castle.

A few minutes later, several stone statues joined forces to open a thick door, a skeleton with a dead sickle on his back and a broken cape walked in through the door.

Lin Yun looked at the vampire sitting on the throne and instantly gained the identity of the vampire in front of him when he saw the surrounding stone statue ghost and the blood-sucking bat with dense numbness on its head.

The fifth beginnings of vampires Zulsembra.

“Lesembra, you must remember that the King of the Dead Face, there will always be only one, the great King Fergus. ”

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Yun began with this phrase. In one sentence, Le Sembra's face grew more pale. He immediately stepped down from the throne and knelt on the ground.

“The greatest king in the realm of the dead will always be only one, King Fergus, and Lesembra never felt he could be named king. ”

Le Sembra's face grew paler and paler. On her knees, she found that Lin Yun had not said a word and her eyes began to tremble.

Oh, the bloody spirit, the bloodthirsty spirit, the bloodthirsty bloodshepherd, is going to kill me, and this seemingly weird Skull King is definitely here because of what happened before.

If the King of the Dead thinks that I call myself the King, even if I did what I did before, I'm finished. My brothers and sisters, no one should want to sin against the King of the Dead because of me.

Damn guy, now you have to kill that bloodshepherd, poor guy, who let you call people random, just so this fanatical dead spirit can hear...

Lethumbra knelt on her knees and thought about what to do. Suddenly, she bit her teeth and summoned the blood herder.

A tree man, like a pile of bloody trees, walked in through the door, but without saying a word, Lesembra bled his claws and tore the bloodshepherd to pieces.

“Son of a bitch dared to frame me and desecrate the greatest king of the dead...”

Lethumbra screamed and tore the hard-earned bloodshepherd to pieces and then laid his whole body on the ground honestly.

“This is a setup, a naked setup. I am the most central servant of the greatest King of Dead Spirits. The great King of Dead Spirits has entrusted me with the task. I have accomplished it, but I have also been seriously injured and need to be rehabilitated immediately, because this is why I did not report to the great King of Dead Spirits in time...”

Lin Yunjing listened to Le Sembra's words and the soul fire in his orbit flashed slowly.