Everyone: Alchemist, My Item Has 100 Million Points Of Power

"What's going on with these humans? Is this the power they should have?"

"It would be terrible to destroy my clan's necromancy magic with one punch."

"Hurry up and report it to the adults!"

The dead soul tribesmen hiding in the dark saw that the second trap they had laid was instantly broken, and they all ran away in fear.

In the sky, bloody warning signals were like blooming roses, exploding in the silent night sky.

In the desolate valley, the senior leaders of the Dead Soul Tribe felt as heavy as the dark clouds before a rainstorm.

"Did Heiman fail too..."

"It seems that a powerful enemy is visiting. You should stop what you are doing here and welcome the enemy first.

A middle-aged 04 dead soul clan man said coldly.

His voice was like a sharp sword, piercing the originally silent air.

"That's right, there is a force coming from the north, and the situation is not good.

"Another Dead Soul Clan man echoed. His face was as pale as snow, and he obviously felt great pressure.

"Have our clan been despised..."

An old man with gloomy eyes walked out of the cave. His face was calm and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

Like a volcano about to erupt, the deep anger and cold ice are intertwined, making people dare not approach easily.

"Enable the Ten Soul Forbidden Technique and quickly deal with these ants. Don't waste any more time."

The old man's words were like a cold ice arrow, piercing the hesitant senior members of the Dead Soul Clan.

Their faces suddenly turned pale, and a deep fear and helplessness flashed in their eyes.

"There is too little death energy here, I'm afraid the ten souls won't be able to invite you."

One of the senior executives responded with a weak voice, like a fallen leaf blown by the cold wind, trembling and fragile.

The Yin Ying old man's tone was as calm as water: "Then kill someone."

"this..."

The other senior executives felt a contraction in their hearts. Of course they understood the old man's intention to kill.

There isn't enough death energy here, but the dead soul tribe contains a lot of death energy. The old man wants them to kill each other and use the death energy to activate the forbidden technique.

"Do you want me to do it myself?" The old man glanced around, and everyone avoided his sight.

Those gloomy eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night, making people feel chilly.

At this time, two female dead souls suddenly walked out of the team and said respectfully: "Master Qi, we are willing to sacrifice our lives in exchange for the power of the dead souls' forbidden curse!" Both of them wore black robes and wore The hood concealed his appearance.

But they have slim figures, slender waists, graceful curves, and white skin. They are definitely rare beauties.

At this moment, the two of them stood up and agreed without hesitation to sacrifice their lives to enhance the power of the forbidden spell.

This move inspired the determination of others, as if it ignited a prairie fire and inspired everyone's fighting spirit.

"Okay, the God of Dead Souls will always remember your names!" The old man nodded in approval. Although his voice was calm, it was like an ice pick in the cold wind, piercing everyone's hearts.

"For the God of Death, for our clan!" The two women stood quietly, with firm light shining in their eyes.

They are two cold plums in the snow, unwilling to bow their heads even in the face of the wind and snow.

The old man clasped his hands together and recited an ancient and obscure mantra.

His voice was as low and gloomy as a ghost, and even the air seemed to start to tremble.

As the mantra was recited, a sinister wind immediately arose all around.

It was a 320 cold and evil wind, carrying an extremely pure and rich death aura.

The death energy was like thousands of ghosts dancing together, turning into a frantic black mist that swept away and soon enveloped the entire area.

The black mist seemed to be a messenger from hell, full of negative auras of evil, evil, and resentment.

These breaths are like invisible chains, tightly binding every life, making people feel an irresistible fear.

Then, a huge figure emerged from the void, like an evil ghost.

It was a giant ghost as black as ink, with a cold and cruel light shining in its eyes.

It bared its teeth and claws, exuding a powerful evil force.

At this moment, the two women looked at the evil ghost in the void with nervous and solemn expressions.

They knew they were going to die soon. .