An Baichen's brow twitched a few times. Even though he was different from the past, this level of consumption was not something he could bear.

"Sir." Francis hesitated, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"Don't call me, don't look at me, I have a headache now."

How could An Baichen not know what Francis wanted to do? This guy obviously wanted to learn how to make bone dragons.

But what if he wants to learn? Does he have the breath of the undead? Does he have such a system that is against the will of heaven?

No? If not, just take a shower and go to bed...

The battle over there is still going on. I don’t know how many guys are challenging the bone dragon. Anyway, they are fighting the earth and the mountains are shaking at this time.

An Baichen was not interested in watching the battle because he was afraid that he would not be able to help but take action. You should know that this guy was created by spending countless undead auras. Even if he lost a bone, An Baichen would be very heartbroken.

"Where are those guys?"

After deliberately avoiding the combat area, An Baichen suddenly realized that he had nothing to do.

The little bone dragon has gone to collect the Dragon Valley. After all, this is someone else's "ancestral tomb". If you get angry, you will have something big to happen.

So, An Baichen decided to find something for himself to pass the time, such as asking for trouble for the Holy See of Light...

Wherever light passes, darkness will surely follow. This is an eternal truth.

The people of the Holy See of Light are very sensitive to the breath of the undead, but at the same time, as the undead magic saint, Francis is also extremely sensitive to the magic of light.

It's like a shark can smell a drop of blood from a very far away in the sea. Within a certain range, Francis can also sense the slight fluctuations of light magic.

“The front is greater than ten kilometers.”

Francis transformed into a "navigation" at this time, and he found the location of the Holy See of Light with great accuracy.

Of course, at such a distance, Francis could easily hide from the other party's investigation. After all, the undead magic is a negative state magic, especially Francis is a Dharma Saint. As long as he deliberately hides it, it is impossible for the people of the Holy See of Light to discover him if they are not in the very close range.

"Boom boom boom..."

An Baichen and Francis came at the right time. The people from the Holy See of Light were actually fighting with the people from other temples. Looking at each other's clothing, they seemed to be people from the Temple of the Vulcan...

“God says those who believe in me are redeemed.”

This was the first time An Baichen saw a monk taking action, but when he saw the attack from the other party, An Baichen was also scared...

A pillar of light that was more than three feet tall fell from the sky, and when it was about to hit the ground, it turned into countless paths.

Each of these divided beams is as big as an adult's arm, and it seems to have been accurately positioned, all of them poured into the direction where the people in the Vulcan Temple are located.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The place seemed to be plowed by countless missiles, and the pits were extremely magnificent.

At the same time, as the dust and smoke dissipated, the people from the Fire God Temple also appeared in An Baichen's vision again. However, unlike just now, the attack of this ascetic monk worked very well. At this time, at least one-third of the people in the Fire God Temple had fallen to the ground and could not get up.

“So strong.”

An Baichen looked serious. It was the first time he saw such a powerful magic of light. In the past, the impression that the magic of light gave An Baichen should generally be biased towards redemption-like magic.

But looking at the countless pits and corpses on the ground, An Baichen had to admit that the magic of the light system was really powerful.

"The good show is coming."

Francis was very excited. Although it was a little worse than when he saw the Bone Dragon just now, he was still very excited.

As the mortal enemy of the Holy See of Light, Francis will never miss any chance of attacking the other party. He has not taken action yet, which means there is "goods" here.

"The wrath of the God of Fire burns the world. Under the flames that burn all things, the God of Fire's enemies will turn into ashes."

An Baichen didn't quite understand it, as if every magician from the Western Magic Continent would have the opening remark of the second half of the previous paragraph before attacking.

If you want to say this is a chanting, it is not actually true, because after the other party's "opening remark" ended, a low and mysterious spell slowly floated out of his mouth.

"Meteor Fire Rain!"

As the leader of the Temple of the Fire God this time, the old man who launched the magic was also an old man. His red eyes were red and his hands were inlaid with rubies that looked like the pounding flames.

An Baichen could see that this ruby ​​seemed to be a kind of magic core that was extremely close to the dragon monster, and it was also a fire attribute.

With such a "magic weapon" blessing, this old man is like a tiger with wings.

And as his magic chant finished, the sky suddenly turned red...

"Damn!"

Francis couldn't help but curse a classic word, but then he took out his wand...

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Hundreds of huge bone spears stood up suddenly, and instantly enveloped An Baichen and Francis.

He actually exposed himself directly.

"These bastards are crazy. Are they not afraid of attracting other guys?"

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The violent impact was deafening. Because of the bone spear blocking, An Baichen could not see with his own eyes what was happening in the outside world.

However, as the impact sound became more and more intense, An Baichen suddenly felt that the air around him became hot.

After a long time, the sound of impact from the outside world stopped ringing, and Francis also put away the bone spear. However, the moment he put away the bone spear, An Baichen's pupils suddenly shrank.

In front of him, An Baichen looked at everything, and everything around him was red.

Magma, here has become a world of lava...

“So scary.”

Before this, An Baichen went everywhere, and he never took it into consideration even the strongest person in the world.

The endless undead is his confidence, and he has the capital to look down on everything.

But now, looking at the completely changed terrain, An Baichen understood that the mere quantity advantage was probably not enough to make him push the world.

The guy in front of him is at least a level seven existence, and now he can only summon the level six undead.

Level 6, one level lower than the opponent. Although there are not many at this level, it is qualitatively different. Under this level, it is undoubtedly the opponent can easily destroy his undead army. Just like now, no matter how many undead army there are, I am afraid that it will not be able to fill such terrain...

"The guys from the fire system are indeed crazy. They are really not afraid of attracting the anger of the Yalongs."
Chapter completed!