Emperor of Death

Chapter 242 The Master Behind the Scenes (Tenth Update)

The large secret room is enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

A group of men in black casually crossed their legs on the ground, headed by a hunchbacked old man with black beard and black hair and wrinkled face.

Beside the old man, sat a tall and thin middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The other 200 people sat in front of them, and everyone's face was very ugly.

Every member of the Soul Refining Sect is like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, and every branch of the Soul Refining Sect is like a mouse hole, and no one is allowed to find out.

Among other things, being discovered by someone is a sin in itself, not to mention that someone has already entered the underground secret passage.

Beside the old man, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face said softly: "Old Hei, don't worry, with so many traps, that kid shouldn't be able to break through."

As soon as the voice of the hazy middle-aged man fell, a ghost entered the room of everyone through the wall, and then said to the old man: "My lord, it's not good."

The old man's face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "What's the matter."

As soon as the words "that boy" were spoken, Lan Wen kicked the iron door of the room where everyone was flying, and the walls hanging from the iron door collapsed.

The door flew towards the old man, and the hazy middle-aged man took a step forward and slapped the door flying with his palm.

Everyone looked towards the door subconsciously, and a young figure walked leisurely into the room with a long blue sword on his shoulders, looked at everyone and smiled, "You guys are hiding well, but I can find it easily."

"You actually managed to find this place." The old man said in shock.

Yechen smiled and said, "If I were you, leave a last word while there is still some time."

"Arrogant." The old man snorted coldly, "Do you really think you can do whatever you want here? Boy, the old man just wanted to spend less effort to deal with you, but it made your self-confidence swell."

Yechen stepped into the room and looked around at the crowd. Fortunately, there were only two martial spirits, and the rest were either martial artists or warriors.

Yechen smiled at the crowd with a long sword on his shoulder, "Whoever comes up first will die first."

These martial artists and warriors took a step back subconsciously. Yechen chopped melons and vegetables to kill the ghosts and zombies at the martial artist level, but they all watched them.

The old man sullenly said in a deep voice, "Han Qiu, let's go up together and kill him."

"Yes!" The hazy middle-aged man replied.

Behind the old man and the middle-aged man, a ghost of martial spirit level emerged respectively.

The old man has a third-level martial spirit, and the middle-aged man is only a first-level martial spirit.

The two ghosts are both in the same realm as their masters, and Yechen found that their ghosts are full of violence and resentment, and they seem to be the products of the refining sect themselves.

Originally, Yechen thought that the strength of the branch of the Alchemy Sect sitting in a county would be very strong, but seeing these two people, Yechen felt relieved a lot.

"Kill!" The old man shouted loudly.

Yechen's corpse ring shone with light, and the death knight appeared from the corpse ring, holding a spear and rushing fiercely at the old man.

The two sides are too close. Although the room is wide, it is not high, and there is less space to move around. Moreover, the old man and the gloomy middle-aged man have already moved forward, so it is difficult to change direction.

"Handling seal, come back to me." Ghost tried to attack the death knight and rescue the old man, but Yechen held him back with the soul-drawing seal, preventing them from moving forward.

And this kind of harassment is enough for a moment.The fighter plane is fleeting.

The death knight's charge made the old man unavoidable, so he could only use all his strength to bless his long sword, and slashed at the death knight fiercely.

No one of the same level could resist the charging death knight head-on. The old man was violently swept away by the death knight's spear, and hit the ground far away and slid a long distance away.

The next moment, the zombie centaur stood up, his body was burning with flames, the entire spear was burning with black flames, and smashed towards the gloomy middle-aged man.

King-level martial arts, Purgatory Fire Dance.

Although the hazy middle-aged man reacted when the death knight attacked the old man and stopped abruptly, his strength was much worse than that of the old man, not to mention that the death knight had already displayed king-level martial arts.

The black hellfire fell on the long sword of the hazy middle-aged man, and the flames escaped like a long whip, and wrapped around the hazy middle-aged man like a nimble python, burning away his protective mana in an instant.

"Chirp!"

The sound of piercing the sky sounded, how could the skeleton archer waste such a good opportunity, a red crystal arrow pierced the sky, the hazy middle-aged man watched this red crystal arrow approaching rapidly in his sight, unfortunately his body was imprisoned, There is no way to avoid it.

The red crystal arrow sank into the hazy middle-aged man's chest and shot out from his back. The next moment, the middle-aged man looked down at his chest with a horrified expression. There was a fist-sized hole there.

"Ah!" With an unwilling wail, the hazy middle-aged man slowly fell to the ground.

On the other side, Yechen drew a complex pattern on his hand with a long sword, and one person singled out two ghosts without losing the wind. Of course, this kind of secret technique hurts blood, and every time he uses his power, he will consume blood. long.

But the secret method is the secret method, and the secret method that can be chosen by the dead monarch is not comparable to ordinary martial arts. With the strength of one person, Ye Chen forcibly held back the attack of the two ghosts.

Lan Wen and Xiaokulou rushed towards the crowd viciously, fighting fiercely with the members of the Soul Refining Sect in the room.

People are not zombies, they can cooperate with each other. It is much more difficult for Lan Wen and Xiaokulou to kill people than zombies and ghosts.

However, none of these people released dead creatures. Yechen estimated that the large number of dead creatures killed in the theater were partners of these people.

After the death knight killed the hazy middle-aged man, he charged again, pointing the finger at the old man.

The old man's withered face was full of anger, and he said viciously: "Boy, our lord will be back soon, you will not escape death."

"Sure enough, there are still big fish." Ye Chen sneered, but he didn't care at all.

The death knight rushed in front of the old man, and the zombie horse stood up again, watching the old man step down fiercely with its flaming hooves.

Martial arts: horse stepping on mountains and rivers.

"Chirp!" The bow and arrow of the skeleton archer came again, and the old man could only continue to dodge.

After three or two moves, the death knight and the skeleton archer forced the old man into the corner. As the leader of the zombies, the death knight likes face-to-face confrontation the most. anti.

The black flame continued to burn fiercely on the death knight's body, and billowing black flames burned from the spear in his hand, sweeping down the old man's waist from left to right.

In the distance, the cold arrow of the skeleton archer pointed at the old man, giving the old man a chill.

(Ten changes, from [-]:[-] last night to [-]:[-] noon today, and then spent more than an hour to revise. Xiaoshu went to sleep, this is the end of today, and it will be updated normally tomorrow.)

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