Versatile Mage: Evolving from the One-eyed Wolf

After everyone flew closer, they saw Mo Fan's demonized face clearly. The sharp-eyed Zhu Meng was the first to recognize that this was Mo Fan, wasn't it?

"Who are you? Mo Fan!"

"What? Is this Mo Fan?"

Han Ji was shocked and couldn't understand how Mo Fan became so huge.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry and help!" Mo Fan once again avoided the dead energy laser eye of the mountain corpse and said to everyone.

"It's really you!" Du Xiao's eyes were full of horror. Hasn't the Demonic System been stopped? Why is it still there? ? ?

"Ouch!!!!!!" The corpse of the mountain was really angry this time. He was teased by Mo Fangao's mobility one after another. The already violent man directly entered the runaway mode and squandered money as if he was desperate. .

Several senior officials did not dare to be careless and immediately joined the battle, helping to suppress the corpse of the mountain and at the same time asking about the situation in the evil abyss.

However, Mo Fan didn't know much about what was going on in the Evil Abyss, so he was brought out by Chen Xian before he could react.

"It's okay. As long as I can kill the corpse on the mountain, I can enter the Evil Abyss again." Mo Fan said.

With his first experience, he felt that there would be no problem in entering with his own strength.

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Chen Xian has begun his journey of slaughter. That huge figure is invincible in the army of the undead. He is the god of death on the battlefield, a meat grinder, and the embodiment of strength and power.

His battles are a display of absolute brute strength, and every attack is full of violence and blood. He spun and jumped, and every time he landed, he was accompanied by the roar of bone spurs, forming a dance of death, cutting the undead army into pieces.

Chen Xian's bone wings not only gave him lightning speed, but also stirred the airflow between the wings, forming small storms. These storms chased the undead as if they were conscious, drawing them into the endless dark abyss.

His bone gun, as the baton of this massacre, guides the melody of death. Every swing is a movement of death, allowing the undead to dance in this melody until they die.

Each of Chen Xian's strikes seemed to have been carefully calculated, ensuring maximum lethality without losing elegance and efficiency. The low-level undead were crushed under his feet like ears of wheat. Although the corpse generals and corpse ministers resisted slightly, under his continuous attacks, they inevitably turned into golden finger experience points!

Just step on it casually, and the undead souls will shatter into pieces like dead branches and leaves. Their wails and the sound of cracking bones will intertwine into a symphony of doomsday. Every step taken by Chen Xian was as heavy as a thousand stones, and every step made the world tremble.

The charged punch was blasted out, and a vacuum crack seemed to be torn open in the air. Wherever the punch passed, the undead souls seemed to be swallowed up by invisible waves, and instantly turned into nothing.

Wherever Chen Xian passed, destruction and death followed him like a shadow, just like the punishment sent by the gods. Every step crushed the covetousness of the undead, and every blow shook the foundation of the earth.

The soul absorbed into the lantern is quickly converted into an increase in the curse of hell. At this time, it has reached 454%, which means that high-level magic will no longer cause harm to him!

Chen Xian was still harvesting, and the number was rising at an alarming rate. However, he was no longer satisfied with this killing speed, and he began to look for faster ways to spawn monsters.

I saw a large golden flame spitting out from his wolf's mouth. Wherever it passed, the undead army was burned up, and their resentment was also swallowed up and turned into ashes. The flames of hell were like a volcanic eruption, turning the entire battlefield into a sea of ​​fire. Chen Xian shuttled through it, like a god of war reborn from the ashes, playing the music of death and destruction to the extreme.

Feeling the burning flames, Chen Xian had a new idea at this time. He suddenly thought that he was affected by the power of the devil but did not become a soul shadow of Mo Fan. This was because he was also parasitized by Xuelizi. And became demonized along with it.

So what if I take the initiative to merge with Mo Fan now? Will it become stronger?

Just as he thought, Chen Xian pushed forward and exploded behind him. He rushed out of the sea of ​​​​the dead and soared into the sky. He looked at the mountain corpse that was beaten by Mo Fan and the super mages and was unable to fight back.

Chen Xian showed no mercy and turned directly into a meteor of destruction and fell from the sky. His weight of millions of tons seemed to have lost all physical restraints at this moment, leaving only the pure will of destruction and unparalleled power.

He was like a bright golden comet, dragging a long trail of flames, rushing down towards the corpse on the mountain. The air made a sharp whistle due to his speed, and the space seemed to be torn with a crack of light.

"boom!"

A loud noise not only shook the earth, but also shocked the senses of everyone present.

Chen Xian was like a meteor flying from the sky, slamming the corpse of the mountain into the ground. The dust flew up, and the smoke and flames instantly obscured the sun, as if the sky and the earth were changed.

This power far exceeded any battle scene they had ever seen before, and the unimaginable destructive power shocked everyone.

The huge body of the Corpse of the Mountain Peak was deeply embedded in the earth by Chen Xian's blow, and a huge pit formed around it. Dust and flames rose from it, as if the door to hell had been opened, and the Corpse of the Mountain Peak The roar and pain echoed in it, but it seemed extremely small and weak.

His right shoulder was directly smashed by Chen Xian, exploding countless pieces of flesh and bone, and his huge body was nearly torn into pieces. Chen Xian's upgraded version of the Great Desolate Starfall directly inflicted heavy damage on him.

After recovering, Chen Xian stood up and beat the fallen dog. He had no mercy on the undead. The mountain corpse was dead, and it was dead. This thing was the enemy of all living things.

Chen Xian would not have any special feelings for him just because he was an undead in Chinese history. The undead was the undead, and they could not coexist with living things.

Chen Xian aimed at the undead crystal on the neck of the mountain corpse, and his sharp bone claws were like a bulldozer, digging into it frantically, vowing to take out the core lifeblood with one hand.

"Wow!!!!!!! Wow!!!!!!!"

The mountain corpse felt the approach of death, and the source of its power was about to be deprived. It immediately struggled earth-shatteringly, as if the real death energy turned into a torrent, sweeping towards Chen Xian's face like a raging wave.

Chen Xian stood still, his arms raised high like mountains, his fists as solid as rocks gathered together, ready to go, as if a taut spring had reached its limit, and in an instant, it burst out with earth-shattering demonic power, smashing down with a bang, setting off a huge wave that shook the entire battlefield.

"Boom!!!!" With this deafening roar, the head of the mountain corpse was smashed into the ground, and the whole body was still, without any movement, dead silent.