All Of My Spells Have Properties

In the ancient capital magic bell tower, Han Yu and the others were still observing the progress of Mo Fan and the others through the Evil Eye Copper Mirror. The choice of the Nine Dead Life Bridge, Mo Fan and several people regretfully entered the door of death, and a large number of undead poured in through the space law array, firmly blocking the way of several people.

Although the method of human sacrifice was not used when escorting Mo Fan and several people this time, the mage sacrifice of the sending team was too great. This is also thanks to Lu Yan's prompt, so that the ancient capital has prepared in advance, otherwise I am afraid that it will have to use living people to attract the attention of the undead.

A group of bigwigs can cultivate to the super level, and they are already figures with hearts like rocks. At this time, it was inevitable to pray in his heart that Mo Fan would be able to kill a bloody path in the army of the undead and enter the tomb of the ancient king to prevent the continuation of this catastrophe.

If it weren't for Mo Fan's breakthrough to become a high-level mage in a desperate situation, these big guys wouldn't even have the mind to pray. A whole six magic departments gave these big guys a ray of light, a light of hope.

The big guy is watching here, but the mages under him are not idle, some of them are still resisting the invasion of the undead on the city wall, and some are clearing out the undead who have broken into the city in the city. More are doing the work of moving people.

Whether or not to hold the ancient capital, except for Zhumeng, the other bigwigs are pessimistic. Their silence at the moment is just recuperating for the coming final battle. If they really reached that step, they would definitely be the last guardians of the entire ancient capital.

As for Zhu Meng, he was a little blindly believing Lu Yan, he always felt that this kid had a magical power and could always turn tricky things into dangers. Not only that, but the sources of Lu Yanshen are also the support of his confidence.

Even though Lu Yan had been sucked into the abyss with Lu Huan, Zhu Meng also had some belief that Lu Yan could break the convention and return victoriously.

Between the dead doors, the high-level Mo Fan was indeed perverted, and there were already corpses under his feet. The corpse mountain bone sea allowed these bigwigs to redefine the upper limit of high-level mages. The confidence of several people inexplicably increased by a few points.

However, in the sea of the undead, the strong are like clouds, and the appearance of a blood skeleton minister makes Mo Fan's ray of hope dim. The Skeleton Undead is the most powerful existence among the undead. Their skeleton bodies are as strong as steel, and idle magic can hardly break their defenses, not to mention that the Blood Skeleton Lords are second only to the existence of the Skeleton Monarch, and their strength has reached the peak of the Great Ruler.

In normal times, there are no more than three teams of high-level mages, and they are not even qualified to fight with it. And now, there is only one Mo Fan....

Mo Fan was fighting in blood, Han Yu and the others could not be stable, the attack of the corpse of the mountain peak had already made the defense formation of the ancient capital crumbling, and they had to go out of the city to face the battle. Otherwise, once the legal array is broken, the danger of the ancient capital will be far away in Bocheng.

A group of more than a dozen super-level mages, the corpse of the mountain peak is no longer crazy, so many human powerhouses, there is a possibility to kill it. The war between the two sides is imminent, there is no temptation, no rendering, and some are just the fierceness of life and death struggle.

Mo Fan, who had no one paid attention to, had also reached the most critical juncture, and the high-level magic of the fire system blessed by Yan Ji was no longer able to cause fatal damage to the Blood Skull Lord. Mo Fan, who had no choice but to do anything, opened the evil magic system that he had to pay a high price.

As soon as the demon came out, Mo Fan's strength soared to the monarch/forbidden curse level, the wolf soul shadow was overwhelmed, and the undead who entered the door of death were quickly killed by the demonic Mo Fan.

Among Zhang Xiaohou's several people, he himself had seen Mo Fan's form, but Su Xiaoluo was a little frightened. Liu Ru looked at the figure in the air with an obsessive look, this was the ancestor or master she admired.

The death of thousands of undead gave Mo Fan enough spirit/remnants to resolve the sequelae of demonicization, as well as enough undead crystals to replenish demonic energy. Such a combination made Mo Fan a perpetual motion machine in the true sense, unless his physical strength was exhausted, otherwise, no matter how many undead there were, Mo Fan could be consumed.

"Be careful." Military Commander Lu Wan, who was fighting with the corpse of the mountain peak, suddenly reminded Han Yu and the others loudly.

Everyone was a quick-witted person, and when they heard the warning, they all fled the corpse of the mountain.

The frightened people returned to Lu Wan's side, and saw that the corpse of the invincible mountain peak was cut off by the sudden spatial vortex, and the lower body had fallen into the whirlpool. The undead in the vortex range are generally absorbed into the flowing water.

If the movements of a few people just now are half a minute slower, I am afraid that they have been sucked in by the vortex and are with the undead.

Looking at each other with heavy faces, this whirlpool was very familiar to them. Didn't those undead in the Gate of the Dead enter through this vortex!

Seeing this scene, the mysterious gray white man sighed: "It should be that there is a new situation on Mo Fan's side, and the dead door cannot stop their progress, and they need the help of higher-level undead."

"You mean, Mo Fan has already killed that Blood Skull Lord?" Li Yujian was a little unconvinced.

"It should be!" The gray white man was also a little unsure, and his tone was not very affirmative.

Mo Fan, who had killed all the undead, did not wait for the way of life to appear, but waited for two huge corpse legs. Between the corpse legs, the space set off ripples.

Zhang Xiaohou and several people were afraid, isn't this the legs of the corpse of the desperate mountain outside the ancient capital? Could it be that the big guy is coming to stop them?

At this time, Mo Fan had no fear emotions, and the appearance of those giant legs suddenly ignited the anger in his heart. All kinds of magic are thrown at your legs like money.

The corpse of the mountain peak whose upper body was still outside the ancient capital felt the sharp pain in his legs and raised his head and roared. His hands kept tearing at the swirls of space around his waist.

The seemingly indestructible spatial vortex was actually torn apart under the unparalleled power of the corpse of the mountain peak, and with a slight kick of the long legs, the entire body left the limits of the spatial vortex.

How could Mo Fan let it leave like this, and the demonized body chased after it in the direction where the thighs left.

The destroyed vortex was once again strongly impacted by Mo Fan, and the space was no longer stable, and the pieces shattered. Mo Fan caught up with the giant leg, and Zhang Xiaohou and the others saw the bridge leading to the altar.

The door of death was broken in such an incredible way.

A look of surprise appeared in Su Xiaoluo's eyes, she pulled Zhang Xiaohou's arm, and shouted excitedly: "Dog, that is the bridge to the altar, we are about to succeed."

Zhang Xiaohou and Liu Ru did not have the joy of success, they were both worried about Mo Fan, who chased the giant leg and left. With Liu Ru's previous experience, if Mo Fan's current form appeared in front of the eyes of the world, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no disgust from the world.

Suppressing the worries in their hearts, several people quickly passed the bridge of life and arrived at the destination of their trip, the blood-colored altar.