All Of My Spells Have Properties

The middle-level mages who signed up for the city on the upper floor of the north city still had a tragic feeling at first, but the magic shows of the super-level mages one after another made this section of the road easier than traveling. If it weren't for the fact that there was a large white yin ghost in front of them, they would all be useless.

The Ghost Tyrant's tower-like body was already close at hand, and the monarch-level undead had brought a big impact to these middle-level mages. The bones on that guy's body were chaotic, and the body made up of many white bones shone with a silvery-white luster. The small head and the huge body seem very incompatible, the flesh and blood skull, the eyes are glowing green, very mad.

The gray sky began to fall with light rain from nowhere, the white yin ghosts squirmed their bodies under the command of the ghost minister, and the mouth bones of the black hole hole seemed to want to say something in the direction of everyone.

"Everyone be careful, these guys are going to release the psychic impact. The intermediary mages dispersed in squads, doing their best to eliminate these guys and give the super mages a favorable battlefield environment. Zhu Meng, as the supreme commander of this trip, began to carry out tactical layout.

"Mo Fan, shall we compare and see who kills more?" The demon man's gaze squinted with a strong provocative tone.

Mo Fan turned his face away, did not look at the demon man, and responded lightly: "You are a high-level mage who is kind enough to compare with me, a middle-rank?"

"Just you, do you mean to say that you are a mid-rank mage? The legal system has one more than me, so you shouldn't be afraid? The demon man looked at Mo Fan maliciously.

The short man on the side also came to make fun, "That's it, Mo Fan, what are you afraid of." There is no shame in losing, if you win, hehe..." Mo

Fan thought about it, it seemed to be this truth, and he was excited in an instant, "Okay, then try it!" Zhu

Meng and the others did not pay attention to what happened to the middle-rank mages, he looked at the huge skeleton with a solemn face, "Lu Yan, let's try it first in a while, if it doesn't work, then let the Xuan Snake make a move." Subconsciously

, Zhu Meng still didn't believe in Xuan Snake very much, or didn't want to owe Xuan Snake love.

The five super-level mages who came out together flew into the sky at the same time, and Lu Yan also followed, he also wanted to see the difference between monarch-level undead and other undead demons. See how it compares to those two monarch-level demons in the northwest.

The Ghost Tyrant is obviously different from other undead, and it seems to have some thinking ability. The abnormality in the sky made him irritable, and the green flames in his eye sockets surged wildly, and after a while, the tiny head turned into a house-sized ball of flames.

The white skeleton with a green head means a little green onion. It's just that the danger of this thing is not comparable to the innocent thing of green onions.

The green flames danced in the drizzle, and the corpses and bone generals around it all raised their blades in unison. There are rusty knives, bone-filled bone swords, and even sledgehammers made of unknown leg bones.

With the movements of the ghost tyrant, these weapons were used as dark weapons and flew towards several people in the sky. Although the speed is fast, there are still a few people who can fly. Everyone didn't even use a single magic, so they easily dodged it.

The attack failed, and the ghost tyrant seemed a little annoyed, its green head looked at everyone, motionless, and seemed to freeze.

Lu Yan is a little strange, what kind of move is this, does this guy want to stare them to death?

Soon, Lu Yan's heart shook, as if something was invading his mind, and the surrounding sky began to turn crimson.

Before he could think about it, a bone dragon the size of a small building appeared on the front, and the ancient dragon's mouth was full of purple thunder.

The muscle memory of the battle made him start dodging autonomously, and he rushed above the bone dragon in a flash, and the intermediate fourth-level magic: Fierce Fist-Nine Jiao escaped.

Nine flame dragons surrounded the bone dragon in the middle, and the strong fire burned the white color of the bone dragon into black and gray. The purple light disappeared into the mouth of the bone dragon, and it twisted its body to escape the encirclement of the Nine Jiao.

Lu Yan can let him get his wish, the demon energy does not want money to squander, the nine flame dragons have Lu Yan's support, and they are even more active, surrounding the bone dragons rushing left and right.

The corner of his mouth tugged, and he showed a disdainful smile, with this bit of strength, he couldn't escape.

At this moment, the stars of the Psychic Department suddenly moved, and they automatically connected into a star map without Lu Yan's command, and the crimson sky around them gradually faded, finally revealing the gray sky of the ancient capital.

Lu Yan fixed his gaze, Zheng! His nine flame dragons were circling Zhu Meng, and Zhu Meng's clothes were already tattered. Hurriedly dispersed the Jiujiao, ready to apologize or something, but was hit by a Yasha of Zhumeng, paralyzed.

"Wicked beast, look where you run!" Zhu Meng, who roared loudly, quickly chased in the direction where Lu Yan was shot away.

Glancing around, he saw several super-level mages coming out, almost in pairs, catching and fighting.

Damn, this is the illusion of the ghost tyrant, or the demagoguery, similar to the demon spider they encountered in Jinlin City. It's just that the Ghost Tyrant's Dao practice is much higher, and even the super-level mages have unknowingly hit the trick. Lu Yan himself, if it weren't for the help of a special Psychic Xingzi, I am afraid that he would be killing Zhenghuan with Zhu Meng at this time!

Secretly cursing himself for being a pig's brain, Lu Yan released the Xuan Snake the moment the paralysis disappeared. The other super-level mages did not dare to disturb, in case they were set on fire, he could only hit GG in regret.

The moment the Xuan Snake appeared, the eyes of the two slender snakes flashed with excitement, and the battle with Wu Ku could suffocate it. Lu Yan stretched out his hand and pointed at the Ghost Tyrant, and the Xuan Snake hissed, not getting close to Lu Yan, and a body appeared above the Ghost Tyrant. The slender snake tail suddenly flicked, and the huge body of the ghost tyrant flew out for tens of meters.

The Ghost Tyrant seemed to be stunned by this suddenly appearing behemoth, and the flame head swung one after another, a little unconscious.

The illusion was shattered when it was pumped away, and several super-level mages looked at me and I looked at you, all with cold eyes, nodding fiercely almost at the same time.

After that, they turned their attention to Lu Yan.

With a cold tremor all over his body, Lu Yan nodded thoughtfully, and everyone let him go.

Silently, they reached a tacit agreement, and they poured out the anger in their hearts towards the ghostly tyrant below. For a while, all kinds of magic printed the gray sky into color.

The anger in the chests of several people stopped for a while, and without waiting for the light and dust to disappear, a new round of bombing began again. This time, everyone was no longer addicted to middle-level magic, and brilliant constellations loomed in the sky. The high-level magic once again bombarded the center of the dust.

After smashing the magic, several people finally calmed down and waited for the smoke to disappear.