Necromancer Doomsday Walk

9 Powerful Frost Bone Dragon

"hold head high……"

A loud and domineering dragon roar came from the top of the golden light pillar, instantly resounding throughout the world and reaching into the sky.

As the overbearing and boundless dragon roar sounded, the icy cold breath of death, which was stronger and more terrifying than before, poured down overwhelmingly. The whole earth trembled in an instant, the earth shook and rumbled, and hurricanes emerged out of thin air.

It roared and rolled away.

The earth shook, and cracks appeared in many places. The hurricane roared violently, and when it passed over the ground, it blew up a layer of ground, leaving deep ravines.

The thick, low dark clouds, which remained unchanged like a large piece of complete plasticine stuck to the sky, were roared by countless hurricanes, and were immediately torn apart, and scratches appeared one after another.

Above the dark clouds, there is still an even darker sky, so dark that it is terrifying and deep, making people tremble with fear.

The scene was as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling apart, it was extremely terrifying, as if the end of the world was coming again and everything would be destroyed.

Under this overwhelming and devastating power, with a few bangs, the three Zhao Longshan brothers immediately fell to their knees, and their knees directly shattered the hard ground. Even stones were shattered under their knees.

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Immediately afterwards, in less than a second, Wang Ling and Yang Lan fell to their knees in an instant, without any resistance. After kneeling, they were lying on the ground, as if their backs and limbs were pressed by an invisible weight.

The mountains were so thick that they could not move at all.

Breathing became difficult, as if they were about to suffocate. They wanted to struggle, but found that except for their eyeballs, even moving their fingers was impossible.

Qin Taisheng and Qin Bingxin only felt the overwhelming pressure pouring down without any target. In an instant, they felt as if invisible mountains were pressing on their heads.

Douneng Bing can operate immediately, generating huge rebound force to bounce away the suppressed invisible pressure.

But the coercion was too strong, and it came crashing down again in an instant. The two people only fought for less than two seconds. The ground collapsed, and their feet sank deeply. They groaned unconsciously and spurted out.

With a mouthful of blood, his body swayed and finally fell forward.

Relatively speaking, Tang Fan is under the strongest pressure, or in other words, the pressure he feels is the strongest, because he has the highest level and the strongest mental power.

But at the same time, Tang Fan also has the strongest resistance.

With his mental power fully activated, all the remaining death magic power in his body was activated, and a powerful aura swept away from Tang Fan's body, shaking like a storm.

However, this only allowed Tang Fan to hold on for two seconds longer than Qin Taisheng and Qin Bingxin. The invisible pressure that was deflected seemed to be irritated and rolled down with stronger and more powerful power.

With a muffled groan, Tang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. He had already suffered internal injuries, and the health-preserving energy in his lower Dantian that had been dormant began to actively circulate. Tang Fan only felt that the feeling of suffocation was slightly relieved.

However, an even stronger invisible pressure poured down, as if he would not give up until Tang Fan was completely defeated and turned into powder.

A burst of overwhelmed groans came from all the bones in his body. Tang Fan was unyielding and unwilling to kneel down even if he died. He stood tall and tall.

The mental power turned into a ball and rushed upward like a javelin, bombarding the invisible and terrifying pressure.

However, the difference was so huge that it was completely incalculable. Tang Fan's mental power was instantly defeated. The invisible pressure actually followed his mental power and rushed towards his spiritual sea.

With that kind of invisible coercion, if it rushes into Tang Fan's spiritual sea, it will immediately defeat Tang Fan's spiritual sea and cause Tang Fan's complete death.

Soon enough, at the most critical moment, the Grimoire of the Undead, which had been silent, trembled again and disappeared into the storage space with a whooshing sound. When it reappeared, it had already appeared above Tang Fan's head, buzzing.

With a sound, the Grimoire of the Undead opened automatically, and golden light appeared, covering Tang Fan's body faster than the invisible pressure.

In an instant, the terrible pressure was isolated, and Tang Fan felt his whole body relax and get a chance to breathe.

At this time, Tang Fan had the opportunity to look up at the sky. At one glance, Tang Fan was shocked. He swore that except when he saw the demon brood coming that day, he had never been as shocked as he was now.

What was that? What exactly did Tang Fan see?

The huge wings that covered the sky and the sun seemed to be somewhat broken. They seemed to be at least more than three thousand meters. When unfolded, they seemed to block half of the sky.

The whole body is ice blue, with wisps of darkness in it, a deep vicissitudes and hellish decay after the passage of time, extremely strong, pouring overwhelmingly between the heaven and the earth.

Even the protection of the Grimoire of the Undead still could not isolate this kind of vicissitudes and decay, which was so strong that it made Tang Fan suffocate.

Amidst the vicissitudes of life, there is a sense of tragedy within, as if the tragedy was formed after countless killings, mixed with the bone-chilling chill of the frozen world, and spreads wildly.

The extremely ferocious head, the whole body is vigorous and ferocious, as shocking as the ancient behemoth of the abyss, shocking people's eyes.

"This is... the Western Dragon!"

Tang Fan muttered to himself, his mind almost shut down, and he seemed to have no ability to think. The words "Western Dragon" kept echoing in his mind.

After a while, Tang Fan finally came to his senses, but the shock in his heart not only did not diminish at all, but instead became even more intense.

"This shape... this look... is the so-called frost dragon... no... it should be called a frost bone dragon!" Muttering to himself, Tang Fan looked at the huge dragon in the sky.

Frost Bone Dragon, I can't help but recall that before the advent of the devil, there used to be a large-scale online game called "World of Warcraft". There was a plot character, the Death Knight, and a very tough and cool mount called Frost.

dragon.

At this time, the Western Dragon spread its wings wantonly in the sky and made a loud and domineering roar. The appearance of the Western Dragon was not much different from that of the Frost Dragon.

The same domineering and unparalleled, the same domination of the world.

Suddenly, a bold and crazy idea appeared in Tang Fan's heart uncontrollably. Yes, this idea was absolutely bold and crazy, so crazy that Tang Fan himself couldn't believe it.

Catch this Frost Bone Dragon and make it your own mount!

As soon as this thought came out, Tang Fan was immediately frightened by himself. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and then flowed down his cheeks. There was a throbbing in his heart that could not be explained clearly in words.