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"Reincarnation of bad luck!"

Qin Lang waved his hand, and a scarlet doom formation centered on him radiated towards the surroundings, and bloody skulls danced wildly in the sky.

Although 80% of his health was consumed, he used a prayer of light to fill up his blood.

The bloody skull rushed towards the black mages who were chanting the curse with a whistling wind, and a steady stream of over 100 million damage came out from their heads, a dense pile that almost filled the sky.

But to Qin Lang's surprise, those black mages were attacked by blood skulls seven times per second, which could cause them more than one billion damage per second. If so, they lasted for half a minute without anyone fall down.

Qin Lang looked over their heads, and suddenly found a strange thing, they have no blood bars!

"The eye of the divine machine!"

【Eternal Black Mage】(Summon)

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Qin Lang's pupils were focused, but he couldn't see the details of their attributes.

Unexpectedly, these mages are summons like those spirits of resentment, but they seem to be much stronger than those spirits of resentment. 680

"Eternal? Don't they really die?" Qin Lang murmured softly, suddenly thinking of those black mages who broke into the Rebirth Cave before, they died within a few seconds under the bombardment of blood skulls of.

This means that they are not immortal!

So why?

Qin Lang's eyes swept around at a high speed. Under the insight of the divine machine, he quickly discovered something was wrong. On the ground of Requiem Town, black air currents continuously rushed up, and then poured into the Inside the bodies of those black magicians.

Qin Lang exclaimed: "Formation?"

"That's right!" There was a sudden laughter in the air, the voice was exactly the same as yesterday's black robe, "As long as they are in Requiem Town, they will be immortal!"

"You have no chance of winning, just obediently rely on me, and I will also give you the ability to live forever."

"Hehe!" Qin Lang sneered, "If you don't even have your own soul, what if you can live forever?"

"They'll make you change your mind soon." The voice said flatly.

Qin Lang looked behind him, only to see that the spirits of resentment chasing him had also entered Requiem Town, and the black airflow from the ground also increased at this moment, rushing into the bodies of those spirits of resentment crazily, causing They become stronger.

They immediately launched a fierce attack on Qin Lang and the undead holy dragon. The undead holy dragon was fine, basically did not lose much blood, and its blood volume was exaggerated. Even if these spirits of resentment beat them for a long time There's nothing serious about it, but Qin Lang, who only has 40 million HP, is a little uncomfortable, and the blood bars are pouring down. If it wasn't for the Prayer of Light cooling down fast enough, he would have passed away by now.

The bad luck formation is also constantly attacking those spirits of resentment, but with the blessing of the black air current, they basically just disappeared and then "resurrected" in less than a second.

Fighting a bunch of undead is a little troublesome. Qin Lang didn't want to be as optimistic as before, and his expression became a little more serious.

His mind was like lightning, and he immediately made an analysis in his mind.

"If you want to destroy them, there are only two ways, one is to destroy the eye of the formation in Requiem Town, but the Witch King will definitely be hidden in a very hidden place by the eye, and he will definitely not be able to find it for a while.

"Then there is only the second option, go somewhere else..."

As long as he leaves Requiem Town, those black magicians are nothing to fear for him.

But his thinking was too simple, the Witch King actually invited him in, so how could he let him out so easily.

When he let the undead holy dragon (chca) lead him to fly over the edge of Requiem Town, the black air flow surged up, forming a thick and thick black barrier in front of them, preventing them from leaving, no matter what they flew Wherever they go, the airflow will immediately condense into a wall to stop them.

"Runestorm!"

The chasing black magician shouted loudly, and the huge body of the black monster in mid-air shook, and immediately two black whirlwinds blew out from him. The whirlwinds were formed by countless black characters, which looked extremely strange.

The whirlwind swept towards Qin Lang and the undead holy dragon, and the spirits of resentment that blocked the way were also sucked in by the whirlwind. Lung-cracking screams, as if he had been extremely painfully injured.

Qin Lang knew that the black whirlwind would definitely not only bring him physical harm, but also a severe blow to his spirit and soul.

But now he has no way to retreat, and can only let the storm keep approaching.

The black magicians were looking forward to it, and even the Witch King, who was hiding in the dark and observing everything, could already foresee the scene of Qin Lang crying and begging him for mercy. Suddenly, Qin who was pushed to the edge Lang raised his head and showed a smile, that smile was not a forced smile, but a smile with strong confidence, and even a hint of irony in it.

Just now, he had thought of a solution to all the problems.

"Nightmare Domain!"

The already gloomy and dark Requiem Town was completely dark at this moment.

“Super plantain fan!”

Qin Lang suddenly had a super huge plantain fan in his hand, he swung it vigorously, and the plantain fan hit a strong wind, repelling the black whirlwind.

"Ahhh!"

Shouts of pain rang out, and the black mages could no longer calm down. In Qin Lang's nightmare domain, they could not get the support of the black air current, and could only be swept to death by the rune storm. up.

"receive!"

Qin Lang said with a smile, and the huge plantain fan disappeared in an instant.

In the realm of nightmares, he is omnipotent, as long as he has enough imagination. The super plantain fan he imagined is a super fan that can blow everything away

Moreover, the biggest function of the Nightmare Domain at this moment is to isolate it from the outside world, allowing him to end the lives of these undead monsters.

"Holy Dragon Bullet!"

The undead holy dragon sprayed out a huge ball of light, and the ball of light exploded with brilliance, extinguishing all the spirits of resentment in the blink of an eye, but this time they could no longer condense again. .