Doomsday Call Invincible

Chapter 60 Copying Skills: Wrath of Death

A depressing and terrifying momentum suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and the one who felt it the most was Rong Xuan.

I originally thought that I could use the most powerful skills to severely damage the powerful woman in front of me, but before I could do anything, a strange power enveloped me, and for a moment, an unstoppable sense of fear and humiliation appeared in my heart.

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The feeling of being peeled off and being spied on. There was no secret left in the body, and there was a sense of powerlessness. His whole body was trembling in this energy. Rong Xuan could feel what this power was! Mental power, as powerful as the sea.

Great mental strength.

The onlookers were also chilled by this power. This was no longer a physical impact, but a real shock to the soul.

For the first time, Li Qingcang fully released his mental power. Since the peak of the late first level, every killing has increased the upper limit of his mental power. Even now, Li Qingcang cannot estimate the level of his mental power. From being a death

By observing the spiritual mage's physical strength, he can estimate and guess the strength of his mental power.

As for why Li Qingcang stood up in such a high-profile manner, it was not for anything else, but because he was inspired by seeing Rong Xuan's skills. The familiarity of releasing skills. The detection of the role of mental power is always higher than that of attack. Growth from mental power

At that moment, Li Qingcang's mental power was to observe the surrounding situation.

Ruhai's spiritual power suddenly fluctuated, and the space was rippled with different kinds of folds. Most of the energy was directed towards Rongxuan, and the dissipated spiritual energy gave the onlookers strange senses.

The moment when the mental power enveloped Rong Xuan, Li Qingcang seemed to have walked into another world, the way the flames were arranged, the speed of the flame fluctuations, and the entire process of Rong Xuan's skills.

Li Qingcang's mental power was analyzed layer by layer, and more and more information was obtained. Rong Xuan became increasingly powerless against this power. His private parts seemed to be exposed to others again and again. Rong Xuan was furious.

, along with the anger, the fear also deepened step by step.

The mysterious young man standing in the center stood in his heart like a demon at this moment. Suppressing the fear in his heart, he stretched out his hand and suddenly clenched his fist towards Li Qingcang. The flaming giant stood behind Rong Xuan, a huge

With a squeeze of his hand, a huge fireball that was twice the size hit Li Qingcang like the end of the world.

Li Qingcang looked up at the huge fireball flying towards him, with a strange light shining in his eyes. He stretched out a hand, and a black mist appeared on his hand. There were scars on his right hand, and blood floated out.

Fell into the black mist.

Slowly, traces of deep black energy emerged from Li Qingcang's body. The summoned objects in his mind also opened their eyes one by one. The soul fire in the skeleton rippled and emitted black mist from Li Qingcang's body.

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An arm of misty black mist stretched out from behind Li Qingcang, holding an illusory weapon in his hand, and hit the flying fireball. Ah, the huge flame was shattered by the shadow, and the black phantom

The shadow's arm also swayed illusoryly, then disappeared without a trace with a snap.

Seeing this scene, Rong Xuan's face suddenly turned pale. He was very familiar with this way of condensing energy. The composition of the Vulcan's wrath, the Vulcan derived from Rong Xuan's back, seemed to feel something about it.

Generally, the huge palm made of flames opened up, and a fireball that was slightly larger than before appeared in the hand and hit Li Qingcang.

Li Qingcang's mental energy fluctuated. He did not react excessively to the shattered phantom and the huge fireball flying towards him. A black arm holding a weapon appeared again and hit the huge fireball into sparks, and then the black phantom

The arm collapsed again.

Huge fireballs flew towards each other. Black arms appeared again and again, and then collapsed again and again. But every time they collapsed, the next time they appeared, the black shadow arms became clearer, and the weapons were slowly revealed.

A strange black fog sickle.

With a bang, a huge huge flame suddenly rose from the head of the three-meter-high flame giant. Two huge flame palms were like trays, holding up the huge fireball floating in the air, bang bang, like the beating of a heart.

Generally, every time it jumps, the fireball will grow a little bigger.

But even if the Fire Giant behaved like this, Li Qingcang still did not withdraw the mental power of detection. When the fire giant hit, the huge fireball jumped again. A huge fireball twice the size of the Fire Giant appeared in the air, even though it was far away.

You can feel the hot temperature.

Swish, crackle, the huge fireball was thrown out with the lift of the flame giant. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, and the twisted flames burned every space. Facing the huge fireball, Li Qingcang's expression did not change much.

, but it cannot be said that there are no changes. If you look carefully, you can find that the corners of Li Qingcang's mouth turned up.

The moment the super fireball shot out, the flame giant suddenly turned into sparks and exploded. Rong Xuan retracted his arm with a pale face. Looking at the huge fireball burning with heat, a real smile appeared on his face.

But Rong Xuan was disappointed again, and that bright smile solidified once again.

Li Qingcang spread his hands, and a trace of black mist emerged from his body. He muttered a spell of unknown meaning in his mouth. Faint black shadows emerged from behind, with both hands on one side and one arm holding a huge black weapon.

The entire body of the mist sickle is a deep black color. This is an image constructed in Li Qingcang's mind based on his own attributes and ideas.

A deep voice came from Li Qingcang's mouth: "The Wrath of Death!"

A huge three-meter-tall black figure condensed out and slashed at the huge fireball that was flying towards it. Facing the fireball that was twice as big as itself, the Black Mist Death God did not flinch at all.

The huge fireball shuddered when hit, but it did not disappear. Compared with the fireball, the god of death also shuddered. The black mist dispersed a lot and then condensed again. The black mist sickle swung out again, and then escaped again, and the fireball was also there.

It becomes smaller and disperses after impact after impact, until it is completely destroyed.

However, such an attack was a bit uncomfortable even with Li Qingcang's mental strength. The rosy color on his face also faded a bit, but the smile on his face became even stronger.

Time after time of dispersion and time of condensation made Li Qingcang more proficient in controlling the Wrath of Death, but Li Qingcang knew that his control over this skill was far from enough.

The body of the flame god that was condensed from the strength of the second stage of the second stage of evolution was actually the same size as the body of the god that was condensed from the spiritual power of the second stage of the third stage of evolution. Fortunately, in the final collision, Li Qingcang knew that he was

Truly master the essence of this skill.

The God of Death formed by the condensed black mist once again turned into black mist, and then began to condense again. This time the condensed figure is the power that the real anger of the God of Death should have...