i have a dead world

Chapter 368 The Last Battlefield
What the president hit was just a bone knife attached to the spirit binding. Although the bone knife was extremely damaging, it was not An Baichen himself.

"Oops."

The moment the divine technique smashed the bone knife, the president's eyes shrank suddenly. It was just a knife, not a real enemy.

The president's heart sank, and he quickly released the second complete magic spell without looking back.

If the enemy is sneaking up on him, the president is sure to take the opportunity to fight back!

"Dark Divine Art! Twilight of Life!"

This is a divine control technique, but it also has a good protective effect. A large amount of black light gushes out from the president's body, isolating his body from the outside world to a certain extent.

"Ha ha."

The voice of chuckling came when the black mist enveloped the president, and the president's heart sank.

I miscalculated.

His target is not me!
Sure enough, when the president left the black mist, several powerful members who were still safe and sound had disappeared without a trace.

He didn't even know how he died, and now there is only one president left in the entire cave.

An Baichen knew that the president had the means to cast complete divine spells, so he naturally wouldn't go to trouble the president himself, but used all kinds of tricks to attract the president's attention, and then got rid of several senior members around the president. .

An Baichen's plane passage is mysterious, but there is always a moment of casting and ending.

If there are more senior members, it is equivalent to a few more variables. Coupled with the president's strength and quick response, they may limit An Baichen's performance and affect the battle between An Baichen and the president. .

The president stood in the empty cave, his expression was gloomy, but his heart was extremely vigilant.

"You killed Junya and the others?"

The president was in the empty cave, and his voice echoed far away.

Although no one was in front of him, the president knew that the enemy was nearby, and the enemy could hear what he said.

"Yes."

An Baichen's voice suddenly sounded in the void, as if coming from all directions, making it impossible for the president to find his real location.

"Don't worry about it, the murder magic can't lock my position through sound at all, unless you are the real god of death."

Only a true god can use divine magic to strike enemies across planes.

"Oh, are you so sure?"

The president laughed, and he turned around suddenly, his palm was surrounded by black light and hit a white bone knife that appeared quietly behind him.

Ok?
Not a complete magic?

An Baichen discovered this detail. He has completely confirmed that the president's hole cards are limited. In such a dangerous duel environment, he still hides his hole cards. He must not be able to unleash the full magic.

It may be because of the limited divine power, or it may be because of the limited number of times.

No matter what the real reason is, judging from the scouting magic that the president used just now to find himself, and the magic that smashed the bone knife just now, these are all ordinary magic.

"You can't do it anymore, can't you cast more powerful magic spells?"

An Baichen seemed to be everywhere, which made the president frown.

If you can't find the enemy's position, you can only lure the enemy to approach you. Only in this way can you have a chance to defeat the enemy.

"You can try it."

"No, I won't try."

An Baichen is very shameless, he is not so easy to be fooled.

"Clap."

A snap of fingers suddenly sounded, and circles of air ripples appeared around the president, and a large number of fifth-level special skeletons, fifth-level special ghosts, and fifth-level special knights appeared in front of the president.

"Your opponents are them."

An Baichen's voice was full of laughter: "Only when you defeat them will you be qualified to let me take action."

"Shameless!"

The president took a deep breath, he was choking with anger.

This guy is really like a mouse!So cunning!

Each of these undead is about the same strength as a great magician. The general death candidates really have no way to deal with this situation. Even senior members like Chen Junya and Lili can only wait to die.

"Is this shameless?"

An Baichen laughed loudly: "This is the real fighting method of the god of death. As a candidate for the god of death, you don't even have souls, so why call yourself a god of death?"

"Who said I didn't."

With a gloomy face, the president began to release the magic of undead, summoning black undead.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

An Baichen's expression was a little surprised. How many pieces of priesthood did this guy get? He has already demonstrated the four priesthood spells of murder, darkness, judgment, and undead.

Could it be that there are not many senior members of the Mutual Aid Society, and it is estimated that a considerable part of the fragments were successfully plundered and absorbed into the body by the president, and became his priesthood.

But it's a pity that the president doesn't have a world of undead. Even if he can absorb priest fragments, he can't be as fast and convenient as An Baichen.

That's why An Baichen was given a chance to come from behind.

But the president is indeed very powerful, at least he can brainwash so many candidates for death, so that this group of people willingly obey him, surround him to do things for him, and even risk sacrificing himself and being taken away by the president.

MLM is really terrible.

No, this is no longer a pyramid scheme, this is a cult at all!

Elimination of cults is everyone's responsibility.

So An Baichen began to summon more undead warriors, and fought with the black undead.

Here is the final battlefield!

It's a pity that although the cave square is enough for observation, the area is still too small to summon all the five-level special undead fighters in the undead world.

But even so, on the undead battlefield in the cave square, An Baichen's advantage was still obvious.

The number of black skeletons is only a few hundred, and only dozens of undead have level five strength. They can only be suppressed by thousands of undead in the undead world.

"It seems that you are not very powerful."

An Baichen didn't let go of any opportunity to engage the chairman's mentality: "You don't look like a candidate for the god of death, but more like a summoner of the undead who made a deal with me. Your undead are weak and few."

It's not good to talk about things like this.

But mouth cannon is very useful!

If he could mess up his opponent's mentality, then An Baichen would make a lot of money.

Sure enough, the chairman's expression was a little more angry. His own undead was not as good as the enemy's, which was a shame for the Death Candidate.

The president has already joined the battle of the undead. If he doesn't go to the end to fight with magic, his undead will be killed.

Without the support of the undead, he would have to face so many level five special undead alone, and the pressure and danger would be even greater.

The president gritted his teeth: "You are the master of the undead world!"

An Baichen readily admitted: "Not bad."

"No wonder I can't find the world of the undead anywhere. It turns out that you have already taken it into your hands."

The president sneered: "But don't be too happy too early, the most you can get is just some fragments. In my world, there are also candidates for mastering the world of the undead. The real world of the undead needs it."

"Ah, sorry, I know what you're going to say."

An Baichen said lightly: "But it's a pity, what I control is the whole world of the undead."

"The priesthood is split into different pieces, but the world of the undead is not."

"Your vision is not enough to allow you to understand the mystery and power of the undead world. Don't use your knowledge and meager information to evaluate and speculate on the undead world. This will only highlight your ignorance."

An Baichen's words really angered the chairman, he was too jealous.

Why is this guy so lucky? He was able to obtain the complete undead world. This is the most important domain of the God of Death!

A world of undead represents half of the power of Death God.

An Baichen naturally possesses half the potential and development background of the real God of Death, and his strength naturally grows very fast!

"Don't be angry, it's useless."

An Baichen said with a smile: "If you can solve the problem by being angry, then you are useless to be the president of a mutual aid society. Just stay at home and sulk every day."

"To shut up!"

"You can't even wipe out my undead, and you have no right to shut anyone up."

"Soul magic! Song of the dead!"

The president was furious, and he cast a fully powerful soul magic.

After holding it in for so long, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

A large amount of black divine light spread out around him, and all the affected undead warriors, whether they were black skeletons or undead in the undead world, all stopped at the same time.

The entire undead battlefield seemed to have stopped, and all the undead stood stiffly in place.

"what?"

An Baichen frowned. He found that the soul fires of all the undead had stopped beating. Although he still had a control connection with his own undead, he couldn't make the undead move a little bit.

These undead were affected by the soul magic. To be precise, it was like a group of people were controlled by magic.

From the soul to the body, it is impossible to move.

An Baichen tried to recall one or two undead back to the undead world, so that they could resume their autonomous actions, but they would be controlled by the magic immediately after being re-thrown into the cave square.

"Is it a domain-like magic?"

An Baichen frowned.

Standing next to the magic circle in the square, the president panted heavily, looking a little tired, but he still sneered: "Don't bother, after casting this magical spell, no undead can continue to attack me!"

As a god of death, there are naturally many methods and magic spells to control the undead, but it is relatively expensive to cast such a large-scale soul suppression and control magic spell without becoming a real god of death.

"No, he seems very tired."

An Baichen's eyes flashed with a sinister light: "His hole cards should be almost exhausted."

Counting the complete magic spells that the president has already cast, there are almost four or five. The more powerful the magic spells, the more power they will consume. Otherwise, with the power reserve of the president, you will not show fatigue at all. look like.

"His divine power is running out!"

This is an opportunity, and An Baichen never misses any opportunity.

It was his turn to play himself.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, a roar every day!
　　


(End of this chapter)