Xianwu star

Chapter 604 Banshee's Howl
The necromancer looked at Wang Zheng with only one emotion hidden in it, and that was the excitement of seeing the hunter.

"It's really a creation favored by the heavens. Such a majestic vitality is many times stronger than that of the descendant of a certain god that I worked so hard to obtain."

"Such a powerful vitality may only be possessed by a legendary and powerful race."

"Unfortunately, you don't have the strength to match such a body. You are too young..."

The necromancer muttered to herself, and looked at Wang Zheng with the eyes of a work of art. Even at the end, she couldn't help stretching out her withered palm, and subconsciously touched Wang Zheng's cheek.

But at this moment, Wang Zheng's voice resounded faintly in the empty secret room: "This beauty... well, let's just say she is a beauty. Don't think that you can play hooligans casually when the night is dark and the wind is high."

There was a bit of ridicule in Wang Zheng's voice. Under the horrified eyes of the necromancer, Wang Zheng looked at her with a half smile but not a smile.

The necromancer suddenly felt the air of death surging all over his body, and he retreated a distance of ten steps in the hazy air, looking at Wang Zheng with disbelief: "How is it possible! How could you get out of my spiritual magic?" break free."

Wang Zheng stretched out a finger and shook it: "To be precise, it's not that you broke free from your spiritual magic, but that your spiritual magic is useless to me at all."

Wang Zheng looked relaxed, but the necromancer had a ferocious expression on her face. She opened her mouth and screamed, and the strong death air immediately turned into an ugly banshee phantom on her face.

The banshee's mouth cracked to the ear, turning into a ferocious mouth full of jagged fangs, harsh sound waves like a knife scraping glass, gushing out from her mouth, shooting in all directions.

Where the sound waves passed, everything in the secret room below collapsed, disintegrated, and turned into fine dust as if made of sand.Even the land was cracked by the sound waves, scraping away layer after layer.

The sound wave set off a strong wind, and the strong wind swept away the dust, forming rings of dust, rolling and spreading in all directions.

Everything fell apart in the sound waves, and the ground centered on the Necromancer sank rapidly. Even if the entire underground secret room was guarded by a magic circle, it instantly became riddled with holes.

When the banshee stopped screaming, all the objects in the pit: tables, chairs, bones, earth, and even hard stones were all broken down into fine dust and scattered in all directions!

Howl of the Banshee, a method that most necromancers know, is very versatile and practical.At the same time, it has two powers of sound wave and soul.

It is even rumored that the God-level Banshee's Howl can easily shatter a small world!

"It's a pity..." After howling the banshee, the necromancer seemed out of breath, but she still shook her head with a pity on her face. Obviously, she felt heartache for destroying Wang Zheng, a good experimental material.

But there is no way, everything must be based on safety, as long as you are alive, everything has hope.

"Yes, it's a pity."

Wang Zheng's response suddenly echoed in the silent air, and the necromancer looked in horror at the direction of the source of the sound, only to see the void rippling there, and Wang Zheng's figure suspended in midair.

"Sanctuary..."

The fluctuations in the space visible to the naked eye made her swallow hard, and she knew that she had kicked the iron plate.

Of course, she can't be blamed for this, who would have thought that Wang Zheng's life force would be so majestic and exuberant, obviously a young man, yet possess the strength of a sanctuary level?
Who would have thought that a proud sanctuary-level powerhouse would play such a childish game with himself?
Looking at the terrified Necromancer, Wang Zheng shook his head regretfully: "Using the common way of meditation, practicing to the third level, and trying to transform your soul into the soul of a banshee, I have to say that you are a genius It's a pity that this way is wrong."

Wang Zheng, who had thoroughly read the books in the Jia Ma Kingdom's library, naturally saw her details after she performed the Banshee's Howl.

Like any cultivation system, the cultivation process is actually a process of transitioning the life form, thus integrating into the world and then forming the world by itself.

And the Necromancer in front of her can unleash such a powerful force on the third level of the Banshee's Howl, and there is even a faint shadow of innate magic. It is undoubtedly that she is trying to transform her soul into the soul of the Banshee.

But in Wang Zheng's view, this way is wrong.A mere banshee, too LOW, probably not as good as continuing to transform herself into a human body with potential.

Just when Wang Zheng was thinking about her path of giving up her potential in order to increase her strength as soon as possible, there was a plop, and under Wang Zheng's unexpected gaze, the necromancer knelt down on the spot...

The necromancer, who was skinny like a corpse, knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply, and prayed sincerely:

"The sanctuary is in front of me. I have eyes but no eyes. I also ask the seniors to take pity on the juniors and let the juniors go once."

Wang Zheng's heart was full of clarity. He knew that the Necromancer in front of him, who could discard even his face and potential, was doing everything to heal her younger brother.

In her heart, there is only hope in life.In order to live, dignity or something, she can easily give up.

What's more, in the face of a fourth-order powerhouse, kneeling and begging for mercy may not be giving up dignity, but it is a very wise choice.

Looking down at the unresisting necromancer, Wang Zheng touched his chin: "It seems a pity if such a good talent is wasted?"

So, Wang Zheng made a decisive decision, gathered the true energy in his palm, turned it into a blood-red symbol, and then slapped the necromancer's head without hesitation.

The howling wind made her raise her head in horror, but she couldn't resist that terrifying force at all, so she could only watch helplessly as Wang Zheng slapped her big head with a palm.

However, the expected death did not come. On the contrary, the necromancer clearly felt that a strange and sinister symbol had been implanted in his spiritual world by the fourth-order powerhouse in front of him.

"This is the seal of equanimity of this seat. When you move the seal of equanimity, all kinds of thoughts are involuntary. Even if this seat orders you to kill your brother, you will not resist under the seal of equanimity."

Wang Zheng's tone was so low that the necromancer's face turned pale.

Seeing the desperate look of the Necromancer, Wang Zheng felt that the heat was almost ready, and only then did he smile warmly and say:

"Of course, you are a smart person, a smart person who knows how to advance and retreat. As long as you are obedient enough, I will not use the seal of equanimity to control your mind. I just want to tell you that I have more means than you. I dare not think about it. Including treating the sick and rescuing the wounded..."

As soon as Wang Zheng's words fell, the brilliance in the eyes of the necromancer seemed to burst out!

(End of this chapter)