All Of My Spells Have Properties

The state of these undead, Lu Yan always had a familiar feeling. He followed unhurriedly far away, and the army of undead beside him became his cover.

After following the violent undead legion for a long time, Lu Yan finally felt the traces of living people living on this plain. A place that is often inhabited and a wilderness outside are completely different things. No need to distinguish, at a glance.

As far as the eye can see, a group of low buildings finally appeared, under the gray moonlight, quite dilapidated and gloomy. This should be one of the dangerous villages in the map, which one it is, Lu Yan does not know, after all, he is lost!

The Violent Undead Legion has already stepped into the range of the dangerous village, and seeing that this trend has not stopped, it has become even more irritable. Suddenly, a desolate trumpet sounded in the lonely night, two long and one short, which made people a little sad.

After the sound of the trumpet, the village quickly lit up with candle light, like a spark flickering in the night.

Lu Yan's face became ugly, the group of undead had entered the village and wreaked havoc, and all the living people were eaten clean, leaving fresh bones. What is frightening is that those fresh bones soon become new undead, joining the existing legion, repeating the story just now.

This scene made Lu Yan somehow think of Bocheng. Bo City! His eyes lit up, no wonder there was a sense of familiarity just now, aren't those undead irritable looks like the demons in Bocheng?

It was the dog of the Black Holy See who appeared. Those undead were clearly influenced by the Fountain of Rage.

At this time, Lu Yan couldn't hide his figure, if he didn't go out again, this village would disappear.

The wind wings unfolded, throwing off the low-level undead who had been following him, and rushed in the direction of the village.

The scale of the dangerous village in front of you is not large, and the population is only six or seven hundred. At this time, they had been forced into a large clearing in the village by the invading Violent Undead Legion, and dozens of beginner, intermediate, and a high-level mage were desperately resisting the undead's attack.

Some old and weak people even stood directly behind the mages, and they wanted to use their weak bodies to buy a little time for the young and strong and the women and children behind them to escape.

In the sky, it started drizzling at some point.

The mages had already suffered more than a dozen casualties, and Lu Yan finally rushed to the battlefield of the village, and the angry roars and terrified cries reached his ears one by one.

After many disasters, he is no longer as compassionate as Bocheng. I remember what the royal sister said, numb! In this world, every day there are dead people, demons, cults, families, which one is not an executioner?

He alone cannot change the status quo. What can be done, what should be done, and his heart will be stable.

Big red flames ignited in a drizzle, and the heavenly flame funeral with the power of calamity - the flame rain fell one after another. The strength of the Violent Undead Legion will not increase because of the Berserk Fountain, they will just become more murderous.

Under the baptism of flame rain, pieces of the undead turned into ashes! The unwillingness of the bones? Grievances? I have given you all my ashes to see how you can be reborn as an undead again.

Lu Yan's sudden action ignited the hope of survival among the villagers, and the only high-ranking mage shouted loudly: "Friends outside, please save our women, children and children, and there will be heavy thanks afterwards!"

Lu Yan didn't answer, but the red flame was even more intense.

The high-ranking mage inside was overjoyed, and he excitedly encouraged his companions, "Hold on, everyone hold on, someone outside has come to rescue us." "

His subordinates were constantly killed, and two of the three corpses attacking the villagers came to besiege Lu Yan. Ruined weapons can still exert great power in their hands, and the whining sound of breaking the sky is a good proof of this.

Today, Lu Yan is no longer the one who was forced by a ruler-level demon to be in a hurry. Kun Zhilin - The prison is activated, trapping the two corpses firmly in place, unable to move.

The corpses who could not get close still had some memories of the battles before their deaths, and they used the weapons in their hands as dark weapons and threw them towards Lu Yan.

This offensive was naturally difficult for Lu Yan, and the wind wings gently fanned to avoid the incoming knives and guns. Another fierce fist - the Yanlong struck. This was the first time he had used mid-level fifth-level magic in actual combat, and his lethality was no lower than that of ordinary high-level Manchu cultivation magic. The dragon, which was made of flames throughout, swallowed two corpses into its belly, and after a while, black powder fell down, which was the ashes that had been burned.

With a thousand undead, Lu Yan didn't take much time to kill them. It's just that the crisis in the village has not been resolved, and the heavier rain has attracted the undead within a radius of several miles.

They took a stride towards the village.

Seeing this, the villagers who had just lifted the crisis of exterminating the village fell into deep despair. An old man with a goatee even shouted up to the sky: "Is it that the sky wants to kill me!" The tone was full of sadness.

Lu Yan walked into the villagers, he calmly looked around the crowd, and said lightly, "It's not that the sky wants to kill you, but the Black Sect needs things from your village." When

the old man saw Lu Yan who entered the village, he was young but strong. He trembled his hands: "Little brother, you are powerful, can you trouble you to leave with the children in our village, they are still young, they should see a broader future."

Lu Yan stared at the sky, and did not immediately agree, but shouted into the air: "Everyone, since you have already come, shouldn't you show up and see it?" The battle of Bo, I have been a god to you for a long time! After

speaking, there was no movement in the air. Lu Yan turned his head, "There is no need to despair, you go find some containers and pack all the water of Kunjing." Also, remember to collect some rainwater. With these things, I dare not say that I will take all of you, at least some of them. The

old man did not doubt it, and quickly arranged for someone to do what Lu Yan said.

The villagers began to act in an orderly manner, and there was a response in the air, and a group of black-clothed men with a bald head in a blue robe appeared in front of everyone.

The mages in the village, each of them were looking at the people who appeared with their eyes spitting fire. From Lu Yan's tone, they had already heard that these people were the culprits that caused the crisis in their village.

"Young man, you have a relationship with my teaching. It's better to go back with me, he will become famous day by day, and he will have problems from time to time. "The bald head in the blue robe is worthy of being a bald head, and as soon as he opens his mouth, he is the old Western religion.

"I don't know if there is a reason or not, but the first war is certain. In the Bocheng case, 50,000 lives died at the hands of you and others, and today I will ask for an explanation for them. "The rain, the bald head, has made a good indication of the identity of the comer.

He is one of Salang's generals, the victim of the water system - Wu Ku.

To be reasonable, Wu Ku is really a human being, and indeed suffering is added, but these are not reasons for indiscriminate killing of innocents.