Magic!

The wind chime stretched out to Russell's hands, glowing with ice-blue light, as if it contained the biting chill from the cemetery and from death itself.

Ghost Touch!

Even if the wind chime is Russell's contract spirit, even if the wind chime, which has the strength of the late second grade, is completely unwilling and trying to resist, it is still controlled by Nocturne with the ability to drive the spirit body.

Is this the difference between second grade and third grade?

Nocturne shouldn’t be just for the early third grade, right?

While Russell was thinking, he hurriedly took a few steps back and dodged the wind chime's attack in a panic.

He also activated his psychic technique at the same time, and his hands also emitted a faint blue light. He made a fist at the white-haired ghost girl who rushed towards him, trying to regain control of the wind chime.

Spiritualism·Consult spirits!

Only Russell and Nocturne, who were in the middle of their second year, had an unknown number of times of difference in the power of necromancy.

But relying on his contract with Feng Chime and Feng Chime's own wishes, he offset Nocturne's control instructions to Feng Chime to a certain extent.

There was a look of pain on Feng Chime's face, and his hands, which were blooming with ice-blue chill, were forcibly lowered. The second "ghost touch" that was about to be launched on Russell was temporarily stopped.

Russell and Nocturne, like two sides in a tug-of-war, are engaged in a confrontation at the level of spiritualism and are in a stalemate with each other.

And the wind chime is the rope itself in the tug of war!

Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

"Ah, ah, it hurts. You two, please be gentle and stop pulling. Stop pulling."

During the tug-and-pull confrontation between the two, the wind chime was pulled back and forth, grinning in pain, but was not seriously injured.

Nocturne's expression remained calm, and it seemed that he hadn't used all his strength yet, and he was casually pulling at Russell, who was already trying his best. She sneered again, and gently waved the black flag with the white bones as its pole with her left hand.

A pale, fuzzy, ferocious human-shaped shadow emerged behind Nocturne.

Sleeper.

Russell relied on the fact that the wind chime was his contracted spirit body, so he could barely fight Nocturne, who was far stronger than him, but Nocturne also had his own contracted spirit body!

The Sleep Demon rushed towards Russell, stretched out his pale and hazy spiritual claws, and grabbed Russell.

At this time, Russell was still in a stalemate with Nocturne, unable to even dodge sideways!

No, the gap in levels is too big... Russell's right hand was doing a tug-of-war. While barely maintaining control of the wind chime and stalemate with Nocturne, he used his left hand to reach into the dimensional pocket, grabbed a blood-red potion, and drank it in one gulp. .

Secret blood potion.

The secret medicine that forcibly enhances strength!

When the spicy bright red potion was swallowed into his belly, Russell felt that his whole body was heating up. Severe pain swept through his body in an instant. His blood vessels swelled and sweat rushed out from the pores of his skin.

Russell's spiritual pool surged.

Peak in the middle of second grade, late second grade, peak in late second grade, half-step to third grade... His spiritual level is rising at an incredible speed, and the huge force that originally pulled the wind chime with him no longer seems to be the same as before. Hard to contend with.

After reaching the third grade level, Russell's spirituality continued to ascend. His spirituality was tumbling again and again, trying to break through the final obstacle and truly reach the third grade level. But this power finally stopped at the final bottleneck, remaining within the scope of the second grade, but infinitely close to the strong third grade.

Even so, Russell felt that the stalemate in spiritualism had become much more relaxed.

He pulled hard and finally snatched his contracted spirit body from Nocturne's hands, and pulled the wind chime back into his body.

The wind chime possessed Russell again.

At this time, the Sleep Demon had already pounced, and its pale spiritual claws were about to catch Russell Qingjun's face.

As long as it hits, the spirit's sharp claws can penetrate flesh and blood and directly damage his spirit!

But Russell, who finally had his hands free, just waved his hands slightly and activated the ability to control the spirit body. A majestic invisible force surged out and pushed the Sleep Demon back more than ten meters.

This sleep demon is just a spirit demon in the late second year, and as a spirit being restrained by a psychic, he is unable to resist the current Russell.

"Not bad, not bad. Haha." Nocturne praised, "Although you rely on the improvement of drugs, you have really improved a lot compared to when you entered school."

If it were 9 months ago, when Russell had just passed the entrance examination and entered school, he would have been a low-level transcendent who was not even in the early first grade, and could not even master a real spell.

Even if there are 1,000 Russells like this, they are no match for Nocturne. Nocturne doesn't even need to do it himself, the Sleeper Demon alone can kill all these 1,000 Russells!

However, 9 months have passed, and the other party has actually grown to the point where he can be in a stalemate with him for a short period of time, which is really impressive.

But Russell's condition wasn't very good either, and he frowned slightly.

Under the stimulation of the secret blood potion, burning pain spread in his blood vessels, and extreme negative emotions were brewing in his heart, like a lingering cloud. It includes anger, hostility and madness, which interferes with his calm thinking and judgment. It has a great impact on an extraordinary person like him whose fighting style relies on thinking.

Russell's right hand reached into his pocket and touched the mobile phone. His spirituality and will spread into the mobile phone, inspiring the soul-stirring photos in the album.

As the photo of the tentacle monster was deleted, a soft voice sounded in his heart.

"Calm down, relax, and breathe deeply."

The negative emotions that were lingering around me suddenly faded a lot, at least not to the extent that they affected my thinking and judgment.

This is a "mental comfort" copied from Clara. Russell prepared this spell in advance as an insurance measure against the side effects of the secret blood potion.

"It seems that we must use all our strength to deal with you." Nocturne said coldly.

She waved the black flag on the bone flagpole again, and the thick black smoke billowed toward Russell. In the thick black smoke, countless white bones floated, tumbled and rotated.

The next moment, many white bones wrapped in black smoke pieced together into a skeletal giant nearly ten meters high.

As Russell had heard before, a third-year powerhouse in the department of necromancy and life can make zombies, ghouls, mummies and other undead fight for him just like the necromancer in the game!

The white-bone giant held a huge bone blade in his hand, and every joint on his body was emitting black smoke as he strode towards Russell.

Russell's supersensory perception suddenly felt the danger contained in the black smoke covering the skeleton giant——

That should be the special effect of Nocturne's magical weapon flag deploying enchantments for the undead. It belongs to the "death energy" that corrodes life. If it is contaminated, it will gradually be corroded. The flesh and blood will be eroded and polluted, and it will fall off and die.