The Great Seizing of the Lord

"Good job, don't Sco Dark!"

Casit, whose limbs were broken, quickly reflected the aftermath when the aftermath came. He suddenly lowered his head and quickly recited a series of difficult spells from his mouth. In an instant, a thin ice-blue protective layer wrapped him tightly, allowing him to resist the aftermath smoothly and safely. It took him three minutes before that aftermath slowly dissipated. It was not until this time that Casit raised his head at once, the old face covered with charred mud, looking at the space that was still slightly twisted, and his turbid eyes flashed through several inexplicable emotions, and looked at the now, almost at the end of the road.

"Thank you, Bishop Casit!" Besco turned his head weakly and looked at the miserable Casit. In the ice-blue pupil fire, an inexplicable emotion was flowing, as if something was brewing in his heart. However, after seeing the dozen or so intact magicians behind Casit, this emotion disappeared strangely and responded hypocritically.

"Where!" Casset couldn't help but think of how his serious injury fell. At that moment, the turbid eyes faintly showed a hint of murderous intent, but soon faded again, and instead responded politely.

"Haha, if the bishop hadn't fought to stop that knife, I wouldn't have a chance. In short, I would still have to thank the bishop. But since the goal has been achieved, I will stay soon and go back first. The bishop will take a moment." After a few jokes, Besco's blue eyes were circulating, and he left a word, flashed, and disappeared from the spot.

"Damn guy!"

Casset rushed to his forehead with anger and struggled to stand up, but his injuries were too severe. He just moved slightly, and a huge pain spread over the sky, causing blue veins to rise above his forehead. He was so angry because he knew clearly what the meaning of Besko's words were, and what the chance to block the knife to death, and what the chance he had. Besko was clearly mocking him for being arrogant and overestimating his ability to take the knife, which would end up like this.

"Bissary!" Looking at Casset's miserable situation, he had been protected by him before, and the dozens of magicians who had just come to their senses from Yan Xiu's bare sword force, hurriedly surrounded him.

"Go back first!" Seeing his subordinates surrounding him, Casit's expression warmed slightly, he closed his eyes hard, tried hard to calm his emotions before he slowly said.

"Yes!" Then, Casset slowly disappeared into the messy battlefield under the escort of more than a dozen magicians.

The underworld, the city of chaos, in a room made of gray and white unknown stones, three skeletons of different shapes were sitting quietly on the chassis. Around them, there was a stream of energy wrapped around them. The energy continued to surge with the change of the seal in their hands, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Suddenly, a dull knock on the door sounded, alarming the three skeletons in practice and causing them to stop practicing one after another.

"It must be An Yue back! I'll open the door!" As soon as he woke up from his cultivation state, one of the three skeletons with a silver-white bone axe on their backs jumped up and rushed to the door in a hurry. With a "bang", he opened the stone door that was two meters wide, four meters long and half a meter thick.

When he opened the stone door, the skeleton with the silver-white bone axe on his back found that the one knocking on the door was the skeleton named An Yue who was expecting.

"How is it? Have you heard of your lord for so long?" As soon as he saw An Xi, the skeleton carrying a silver bone axe, eagerly hit An Xi's shoulder with a pair of silver bone hands and asked impatiently.

"Yaojin, let me in first, please tell me?" Seeing this, An Xiong's pair of faint white pupil fires showed a little helplessness. He turned his head and looked around and said.

"It's really troublesome, come in!" Cheng Yaojin said, and then his bone hand tried his best to pull An Xi in. After another 'bang', he suddenly closed the stone door.

"Are you back?" The two skeletons inside the house looked at An Xi who was pulled in by Cheng Yaojin in a somewhat embarrassed manner. The skeletons wrapped their bodies in a black robe except for their heads. They raised their heads slightly and asked calmly.

"Yeah!" An Xi heard this, the silver skeleton trembled slightly, and the skull slit a little, responding.

"Okay, don't be too slow, tell me if there is any news about the lord!" As soon as An Jie responded, Cheng Yaojin interjected in a hurry and forced the topic back to the one just now. At this time, the last skeleton that stopped practicing also heard the word "lord" and the pure skeleton in his green trembled slightly, casting the extremely transparent pair of pupil fire.

"Yes, I walked outside for a long time, and finally found some news from the undead who had seen the last side of the lord!" An Xi did not show any dissatisfaction with Cheng Yaojin's impatientness, and said in a moment. But what he said was just a little happy for Cheng Yaojin, but it was not the point that Cheng Yaojin wanted. Cheng Yaojin wanted Cui Kuo at the moment. Fortunately, An Xi did not mean to drag him down. Before Cheng Yaojin spoke, he continued: "According to the news they gave me, the lord was not dead, but was rescued by an extremely powerful skeleton clan strongman!"

"Lord is okay? That's great, I'll just say, what a great existence is, how could something happen?" Cheng Yaojin heard this, and in an instant, a burst of joy broke out from his two soul fires, dancing and talking, and the other two skeletons' pupil fires also emitted a light of joy at this time. However, these two skeletons were not as immersed in joy as Cheng Yaojin. The skeleton who had greeted An Jie had previously swayed slightly, raised the skeleton and looked at An Jie: "Is it rescued by a strong man from the skeleton group? What happened to the lord before?"

"Yes! You said you were rescued by a powerful skeleton group. What happened to the lord? Could it be that the undead dared to attack the lord?" Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin finally came back to his senses. A pair of dark white pupil fires appeared with a cold light, and he said angrily, a murderous intent also emerged! The third skeleton that had never been speechless looked at An Xi's pair of green pupil fires that were as thorough as a stream, also reflected a sharp edge like a sharp arrow with murderous intent!

"I'm not very clear about the specific news. I only know that the lord finally fought an inexplicable aura outside the 'Gallery Arena'. Although the lord finally shattered that aura, the lord's bones were shattered. Fortunately, a strong skeleton tribe suddenly appeared and rescued the lord!" He was stared at by these three somewhat nervous skeletons with murderous intent. Although he knew that the murderous intent was not directed at him, under the powerful murderous intent, An Xi still panicked, which made him feel very depressed and puzzled. He was so confused that the three skeletons whose strength was far below him would have soared to the point of his current life in just a few days, reaching, or even surpassing him now. However, despite his feelings, An Xi still said honestly.

"'Gallery Arena'? Where is that? Why did the lord go?" The skeleton who asked earlier had a hint of confusion in his pupil fire and spoke again.

"I don't have much time to explain where the 'Gallery Arena' is. If you stay for a few more days, maybe I don't need to explain it. You will know it yourself, but if you don't stay here, no matter how much I explain it, you won't understand with my ability to express it. As for where the lord went, I think lord probably went for the 'Terror Seizing the Lord'!" An Xi thought slightly and spoke.

"'The Seizing of the Lord's Seizure?' What?" The questioning was not the skeleton in a black robe, but the anxious Cheng Yaojin.

"'The Seizing of the Lord' is a competition held in the 'Gallery'. It had no name before. The reason why it was called the 'The Seizing of the Lord' is that the first place in this game can obtain a low-level combat skill at the top of the throne!" An Xi explained.

"The combat skills of the lower-level supreme level?" Cheng Yaojin heard this, the pair of faint white pupils flashed slightly. Looking at it, the sutra seemed to not care about the combat skills of the lower-level supreme level.

"Well, I know, that's all. What do you plan to do next? Should you stay here and continue waiting, or go back to the tribe?" After An Xi said everything he knew, he threw his pupil fire at the three skeletons, to be precise, to the skeleton with a green skeleton, because he understood that among the four skeletons, the one who really made the decision was this skeleton with very few words.

"No. 9, what do you think?" The skeleton in black robe also turned the silver skull to No. 9 with a green skeleton and asked, while Cheng Yaojin looked up at the sky. This guy was very self-aware and understood such a brain-burning thing. He just didn't need to ask him to interrupt, he was only responsible for doing it.

"When will the 'Salvation Conference' be held?" However, after pondering for a moment on No. 9, the pair of green pupil fires, which were as clear as streams, flashed slightly, and did not answer a question.

"Uh, there are more than twenty days left, why do you want to participate? This is impossible. Participants must have a record of winning in the 'Gallery Arena'. You have never participated in any event in the 'Gallery Arena' before. At this time, it is impossible to participate in the 'Gallery Party'!" An Xi was slightly stunned when she heard this, but then he turned around and barely guessed what No. 9 was thinking, and threw a plate of cold water directly.

"Can't you participate?" Hearing the 9th, the pair of blue pupil fires, which were as clear as streams, had a slight disappointment.
Chapter completed!