Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Because of its size, once an undead creature is bred on a dragon's body, its soul strength will be tens to hundreds of times stronger than that of an ordinary undead creature at the same level.

Just like a big bone, as a golden skull, it is far stronger than ordinary golden skulls, and if it is pulled at every turn, others will fall apart.

The dragon undead in front of him was conceived from the corpse of a dragon. His soul is so strong that he even has his own exclusive name—Dragon Soul.

If the dragon soul condenses into the heart of the dragon soul, then its strength is likely to be hundreds of times stronger than that of an ordinary golden skull. This is a terrifying existence comparable to the Lord of Mourning.

The soul of Ange's body is definitely not as strong as this dragon's undead, unless his body is moved here, so Ange raised his black crystal finger, and after agitated mental power, it turned into a spiritual touch and bombarded the dragon's undead.

The undead has no entity, any directional attack, it can evade the attack by spreading the shape or the place where the attack falls, and the dragon undead does the same.

But just when it thought that the spiritual touch would pass through the hole in the body, the momentum of the forward charge was stagnant.

Looking down, the front of the spiritual contact has turned into a big net, sticking to the 'underside' part of its body.

People with weak mental power can't see the spiritual touch, and Lechner, who invented the spiritual touch, can't see it himself, but the dragon undead can see it, which means it has strong spiritual power.

However, it obviously has never been exposed to the attack of mental touch, and was a little surprised when it saw itself being stuck: "Huh?"

The spirit contracted, and a strong force rushed in, pulling it towards Ange at high speed, grabbing it and smashing it.

The first time the dragon undead was hit on the ground, he was still a little dazed, but he realized it when he hit the second time, and when he was about to hit it for the third time, his body waved, cutting off An Ge's spiritual touch, and opened his mouth. There was a roar of soul.

When a dragon soul whose soul is several times stronger than yours roars, the soul impact is like a huge wave, overwhelming the sea, and the waves in front of it are enough to tear an ordinary soul into pieces.

But the person on the opposite side was not an ordinary person. Long Undead found that Ange on the opposite side just bowed slightly and stood firmly, resisting the overwhelming soul impact.

Long Undead felt that there seemed to be a huge black shadow behind Ange, a black shadow taller than a huge wave, and the impact of his own soul was like ripples blown by the breeze in front of that huge black shadow.

"Dizziness? Chambada, staying up too late, I haven't slept for several years, I can't stay up like this in the future." Long Undead muttered in his heart.

But no matter how much he muttered, An Ge firmly resisted the shock of the soul, then opened his mouth, and let out his own roar.

"Chambada, Soul Shock Beam? When did you learn it?" Negris shouted in his heart in shock.

Some time ago, when I was investigating the situation on Death Prison Island, I encountered an undead driving a hearse. The other party used the soul shock beam to blast the soul shock into a beam, so that the power of the soul shock was more concentrated and the destructive power was greater.

This impressed Negris, because this was the only soul impact it had ever seen that had a change, as if other people's punches were fists, and its punches were an awl.

The 'awl' pierced into the dragon soul of the undead dragon, piercing his soul tightly.

Ange took the opportunity to point his finger at him again, and the mental trigger popped out, grabbing him and smashing him.

Every time you hit it, it's like using a wet sponge to touch the floor. When the sponge is picked up, the floor is already wet.

Where it hit, there was some death breath, which meant that the dragon undead lost part of its body.

Long Undead waved his hand, cut off the spiritual contact, and backed away a little confused, he was already stunned.

As a dragon undead, he is very confident in his dragon soul, even the scarecrow Wuga would not dare to enter his territory.

The Temple of Knowledge was obviously built by the king, so why did Wuga dare not come in and just wander outside? Because this is his territory.

But this guy who appeared out of nowhere not only possessed weird attack methods, but he was no less inferior to him in the competition of souls. This is really undead.

His retreat caused An Ge to press in, and the soul beam impacted! The scene was repeated again, and Ange seemed to have remembered what Negris taught him, "catch it, bang bang, bang bang", and when you catch it, bang bang bang bang.

The undead dragon breaks free, Ange strikes, and when he catches it, he smashes it. The undead dragon breaks free again, Ange strikes again, and when he catches it again, he smashes it. The ground is smashed into dense dots of death, It was all glued from the body of the dragon undead.

Gray and the others were stunned. Tiguli looked at it, and suddenly whispered: "Principal, you strongmen fight like this... is it weird?"

Gray said with a serious expression: "It's ugly, like a gangster fighting, right? No, it's just a choice of practical tactics between showmanship and practicality. Although it's not cool, it's making full use of its own advantages. Get up, this is the real fight."

Speaking of this, Gray said earnestly: "This is not an easy task. It is practical, but sometimes it means ugly. There is no complicated singing, no extra waste, and even the posture is not particular."

"I have seen some battle mages, in order to reduce the viewing area, they lie on the ground and fight directly. If it is a near-sighted enemy, it is not easy to even lock their eyes on him. To be honest, I can't do it. Sometimes I cast magic, but also You will subconsciously pursue good looks, adults are too professional."

Anthony next to him blushed when he heard it. This is not a choice of showing off skills and practicality, but adults have no concept of whether it looks good or not. If it works, Angle can take off his pelvis and fight again, let alone lying on his stomach.

Faced with this rogue style of play, Long Undead was very uncomfortable, as if he was stuck with brown sugar and couldn't get rid of it.

He tried to widen the distance to regroup, but with a soul shock beam, the tentacles were thrown over, and the distance could not be opened at all.

As for his soul impact, the other party resisted it with a slight bow, it was too damn, obviously An Ge's soul was not as strong as his.

Even his ten souls couldn't figure it out. Ange's current consciousness was projected, and with the body behind him, it was impossible to impact Ange's soul.

Unless he can annihilate the soul of Ange's current body in an instant.

But if he knew, he would probably kneel down on the spot. The projection from the other world would be able to withstand the impact of his soul. The other party is the Immortal God!

After a few rounds, the Undead Dragon made up his mind, and his body exploded into a cloud of smoke, which rushed back quickly.

Ange threw out two spirit touches at the same time, and kept sticking a piece from the smoke. The undead has no entity, and no matter which piece is lost, it is a part of his soul.

In this smoky state, he has no way to deal with it, so he can only fly back cruelly.

Finally, after losing a large part of his body, the dragon undead withdrew from the range of mental touch.

"Damn it, you all want to—" The smoke merged into a humanoid creature with long back and wings, and was about to make an angry declaration or something, when a beam of light shot out and swelled on him, killing the rest of his words. interrupted.

"Aww!" The little angel waved her little hand and let out a cry of excitement. Finally, she got the chance. Just now, the Undead Dragon had been entangled by An Ge and had no chance to make a move.

The undead dragon screamed, and the holy light made him smoke. This kind of holy light that has collateral damage to undead creatures is one of the few attacks that can make the dead feel painful, much more painful than cutting him seventeen or eighth.

Dragon Undead was so angry that he opened his mouth and yelled at the little angel.

The little angel fought with both hands in front of him, and a holy seal appeared in front of him, blocking the impact of the soul, boom! The holy seal was blasted into the little angel's body.

"Steal Seal!" Negris yelled, "Quickly, pull her aside, don't let her fight the dragon undead."

An Ge tilted his head with a strange expression, and stood still.

Soon Negris knew why Ange didn't move, and saw the little angel suddenly opened his eyes, and the pupils in his eyes turned golden—the pupils of the Holy Spirit.

At this moment, there was no expression on her face, as if she had turned into a sculpture without any emotions—the fighting state of a battle angel.

The wings behind him also opened in a flash, and a pair of wings of light sprayed out—the four-winged archangel.

At the same time, the little angel clasped both hands, pulled up and down, and pulled out the Archangel's Staff.

Ange was projected here, and her strength is limited by her current body, but the little angel came from her body. As strong as the main plane is, she is as strong as she is here, and what Ange needs to do is just to keep flowing. Just give her power.

The holy flame ignited on An Ge's body, and the continuous holy power was projected to the little angel's body, brush! The third pair of wings also sprayed out - the seraph.

Supreme Holy Spirit, loading is complete.

The little angel pressed hard on the archangel's staff with a blank expression, and pushed it forward.

The holy light pierced the darkness and illuminated the dark cave.

The expression of the Undead Dragon changed drastically, and he almost 'rolled' to the side, but he was still wiped aside by the beam of light, and half of his body was wiped away.

The light wings jetted out light, pushed the little angel and shot it out, pressing down on the archangel's staff to strike at the undead dragon.

The supreme holy spirit, the seraph, is an existence that can be tough with Locke, the Lord of Mourning. Although the little angel has not yet reached that level, there is Ange.

The delivery of power was a bit behind. Ange wiped it in front of him, and a row of holy light missiles were wiped out, chasing the little angel and shooting them, but they didn't explode, and instead merged into the little angel's body.

The little angel who received the supplement of power, even though he had just released a big blow, still cut out a sacred moon bud with the staff of the archangel.

The head of the Archangel's Rod is in the shape of wings close together, which is gaudy, and most people are reluctant to use it to chop things, but if they are willing, then it is a very handy axe.

The little angel only broke it once last time, but it was repaired by Duroken. This time, she poured holy power into it in advance.

The Archangel's 'axe' split the undead dragon in half, and the part where it was separated was sizzling with smoke.

The loss was heavy, and the dragon undead no longer swelled when it first rushed out, and the contracted body punched out.

When there was a loud noise, the little angel blocked his attack, but was still pushed back a few steps by him.

Just when Long Undead was about to stop those fancy techniques and shrink his body to fight seriously, something fell on him again.

Looking down, it was a spiritual touch.

"I'm on the bus—" Long Undead hadn't finished speaking before Ange grabbed him and smashed him.

The dragon undead was about to go crazy. The scattered form was defeated by the little angel, and the gathered form was defeated by Ange. The soul shock could not overcome Ange. Now he regretted it extremely, he should not have jumped out so recklessly.

run! After opening the distance with difficulty again, Long Zingling gritted his teeth, turned into a cloud of smoke, and quickly disappeared into the air.

White light flashed, Anthony held the pope's scepter high, a flash of light illuminated the surrounding space, and also illuminated a mass of 'qi', which had already drifted towards the abyss.

Ange wiped out a row of holy light missiles, chased the ball of 'Qi' and shot them, blasting out a cloud of black smoke, and the little angel also flashed a beam of light, creating a black smoke belt.

But the Undead Dragon seemed to have made up his mind, and drifted forward regardless, and was about to rush into the abyss.

At this moment, the big cat opened its mouth: "Ah——"

The dragon undead screamed in horror: "Ah-ah-ah-oh-oh-oh-"

In this state, the big cat is the one who restrains him the most. A fluctuation in the space can wear away a layer of his body, and even the screams are incoherent. It is really miserable.

As a last resort, they came back together again, and found that An Ge's fine touch had stuck to him.

Catch it back and smash it.

A dragon undead that was dozens or hundreds of times stronger than ordinary skeletons was forcibly cut into a dying dragon soul, floating there miserably, not even shooting out the fireworks.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable, what's your name?" Negris asked sympathetically.

Dragon Soul didn't say a word, silently resisting.

Negris didn't care, and asked another question: "Aren't you good at magic? Why do you, an undead, insist on melee combat with them?"

I don't know if this question touched the sore spot of Dragon Undead, but he jumped and roared: "I am a black dragon, and my minions are my sharpest weapons, so I don't want to know those sticky magic!"

Negris complained comprehensibly: "Yes, yes, I know you are a black dragon, but you are still so stubborn after death, so you are the reincarnation of this dragon?"

As soon as he talked about black dragons, Negris understood that among so many types of dragons, black dragons are the best at hand-to-hand combat. When they grow up, they can reach more than 50 meters in length, and they have broad shoulders and long hands, which are comparable to brass dragons. Little Shorthand is completely different.

The super magic resistance and hard scales and thick skin allow them to carry the enemy's magic and blast, and tear any enemy with their minions after approaching. When encountering such a hard enemy, it is sometimes very helpless.

But that was when he was alive, and he was so stubborn even after he was dead, only the black dragon would be so stubborn.

The petrified giant dragon tied in chains is a black dragon. This dragon soul considers itself to be a black dragon. Is it the undead dragon that retains the memory of its previous life and reincarnated?

Dragon Soul was silent for a while, then said: "No."

"It's not reincarnation, are you a black dragon?" Negris said inexplicably.

It's not reincarnation, and it has no inheritance relationship with the dragon corpse itself. It is essentially just a powerful undead dragon soul. It has nothing to do with the black dragon.

Negris' words obviously touched the pain point of the dragon soul again, he condensed his dragon's head angrily, and roared: "You damn embryonic dragon, you are a fart brass dragon."

"Okay, okay, I'm a fart brass dragon." Negris was very patient with this undead dragon, as if he was looking at a stubborn junior: "You are so stubborn after death, I don't even believe you are not a black dragon , if you like close combat so much, why don't you reincarnate as a black warrior?"

Dragon Undead said angrily: "Are you trying to tease me? Even the undead king can't figure out this legendary secret method of reincarnation. Where can I go to reincarnate?"

"Uh, you haven't seen the Reincarnation Altar, have you?" Speaking of the Black Warrior, the former Emperor Anthony couldn't help it. He invented the Reincarnation Altar that can reincarnate the Black Warrior.

"No, how could the reincarnation altar be reincarnated as a black warrior? You can kill or cut whatever you want, don't tease me!" Dragon Soul roared angrily, if he couldn't beat these guys in front of him, he would definitely jump out and beat them up.

Anthony said with a smile: "Coincidentally, I happen to know the secret technique of reincarnation as a black warrior, Dragon Soul Warrior? It's exciting to think about it. Do you want to be reincarnated as a Dragon Soul Warrior and use your minions to your heart's content?"