The saints and the fairyland masters are already powerful people who comprehend the laws. The speed of learning formations is naturally not comparable to those below those below those of the fairyland masters. However, in just a cup of tea, everyone has comprehended it and can barely use it.

At this time, the undead skeleton finally attacked again.

There are obviously more undead skeletons this time than last time, and there are much more strong people than last time. At the front of the Necromancers, there are as many as twenty undead guardians in the Holy King realm!

Looking at the dense army of skeletons in front of them, the twenty holy kings, dozens of saints, and two or three hundred fairyland masters, everyone's faces were gloomy.

This accounts for almost 90% of the strength of all the undead spirits in the Three Emperors Land.

"Split!"

No one hesitated at all. With Tianlin's roar, the more than a hundred strong men quickly turned into pieces, two or three people in groups, turning into dozens of groups of large and small, and even dispersed around.

Those skeletons have no intelligence. They only know that if the enemy comes in, they will fight with all their strength. When they are about to be killed, they will flee in panic. Seeing that their opponents are scattered, the skeleton dead are not organized at all and they scattered around.

The Holy King's Dead spirits followed the powerful people in the Holy King realm and chased them. The strong people in the Saint Realm were staring at the saints and the strong people in the fairyland. As for the top masters, they were completely like headless flies, and they only followed the undead spirits in the fairyland and searched around.

The land of the Three Emperors is not small, and within this city wall, there are at least tens of thousands of miles in size.

Just inside a building ruin, more than forty saints and fairyland masters gathered together.

"Everyone, what should we do next? Should we really listen to the blind command of the little fairyland master?" An old man with pale hair and beard had a scar on his face, his mouth was wide open, and his mouth was scarlet, but he was a saint of the blood clan.

"Blood Thirteen, do you have any ideas?" A ghost tribe saint who was covered in gloomy cold air and his two green eyes flashed in the air was silenced.

"I really don't know what special about that kid is. Even Lord Saint King is willing to obey his command. It's really strange." A monster with nostrils facing the sky, two driving ears hanging on both sides, one horn on its head, about a meter tall, and like a rhino standing up, also said in a muffled voice.

"Hmph, no matter what special he is, he is just a small fairyland master. If I want to take action, I will definitely kill him within ten breaths." A stinky saint of the corpse tribe who was stinky and in tattered clothes said coldly.

"Why do you need ten breaths? I can kill him within three moves!" A saint next to him with a cold look and a dark body sneered.

"Okay, don't say so much, what should we do now?" asked the one-horned rhino monster.

"The Holy King said, let us follow his instructions and hunt down the dead spirits. What should we do now?" The saint of the blood clan looked at the people around him. Of course, they ignored those fairyland masters.

"Do you want to disobey the orders of Lord Saint King?" said the saint of the corpse tribe.

"We dare not disobey the orders of the Holy King. You should know that the Holy King of my Ghost Clan has always been strict." A saint of the Ghost Clan shook his head and said.

At this moment, the face of the famous saint suddenly changed.

"No, there is a Holy King Dead spirit coming to us outside?"

"What's going on?"

"According to the fact that the undead spirits at the Holy King level should have been restrained by the Holy King?"

"Is it a fish that misses the net?"

The saints exclaimed in surprise. Although the undead in the Holy King realm is only half the strength, the Holy King is a Holy King after all, and is not comparable to that of a saint.

"What should I do? I can't escape. We have been locked by the undead spirits in the Holy King realm."

"If you can't run away, then fight!"

Several saints roared and greeted the saint king.

All the masters of the fairyland did not dare to fall behind and followed.

But I saw a saint king in front, three saints behind, and seven or eight fairyland masters. As for the top masters, I only saw thirty or forty, and they were far apart.

If there were no saint kings, there were more than 40 masters here, and there were five saints, and nearly forty immortal masters, they could definitely kill all the undead skeletons.

However, with a saint king here, the situation is different!

A saint of the Necromancer is enough to make the five saints join forces and may even die.

Although other fairyland masters can withstand three undead saints and seven or eight fairyland masters, they cannot help the saints who fight with the Holy King. The difference in strength is too big, so the effect of quantity seems small.

However, now that things have come to this point, there is no other way.

Under the command of several saints' spiritual consciousness, seven or eight immortal masters met the seven or eight undead fairyland powerhouses, and the remaining immortal masters surrounded the three undead saints.

The five saints stopped the saint king.

"kill!"

After roaring all his life, the rhino monster took the lead in the undead Holy King.

Everyone understands that the number of winners lies in the battle between the Holy King and the Saint.

The three undead saints were surrounded by the immortal masters with more than a dozen two-character formations and the three-tale formations, and then launched an attack.

The saint of the Dead Spirit was only half of his strength, but he was still extremely powerful against the masters of the fairyland. A simple two-character formation or a three-character formation could only barely restrain the opponent, but there was no way to kill it. It took half an hour until the other three-character formations and the two-character formations joined forces to kill these three saints.

At this moment, the seven or eight fairylands had been killed, and there were thirty or forty top masters who were killed together with the seven or eight fairyland undead spirits.

The battle between the five saints and the holy king was extremely tragic.

The horn on the rhino monster's head was broken, and a large piece of flesh was scraped off on his arm, bleeding, revealing the thick white bones.

The yin energy of the saint of the ghost clan became very weak.

The saint, who was covered in darkness, had half of his palm peeled off, and only two of his five fingers were left. His dark body was stained with blood.

A hole the size of a fist appeared in the heart and abdomen of the corpse tribe, respectively. If it were other strong men, they might have fallen long ago. Fortunately, the corpse tribe was a dead object, but its soul had not dissipated and it was bred into a spirit on the corpse. Therefore, the physical damage to him did not cause much damage.

There were several wounds on the blood clan's body, all of which were scratched by the skeleton's bone claws, which could be seen deep in the bones, and even the intestines were exposed on one part of the abdomen.

The five saints were so desolate that the saint king was not much better. The scapula of the left shoulder had cracked the size of a fist, as if it would fall with a slight touch. Only two ribs were left on the abdomen, and one arm was completely bombarded into ashes.

Due to the power of the law, the difference between the people is not big. The saint king is only slightly stronger than the saints. However, in terms of energy grasping skills, it is obvious that it is comparable to the saints, so they can force the five saints in their heyday to such a embarrassing situation.

At this moment, the voice of a powerful Saint King came.

"You go to the southeast and leave it to me."

After saying that, his figure flashed and landed next to the Holy King of the Dead.

When the five saints saw this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. Although the saint king looked very desolate, the tenacious life force of this saint was far beyond the reach of the saints. But looking at the shoulder blade, although there was such a big gap, if it was to completely break it, it would definitely take the saint to kill several times in a row to truly achieve it.

If this saint of the undead will be killed, two or three of the five saints will definitely die.

The gap between the Saint King and the Saint is not very big, even larger than the gap between the Fairyland and the Saint, because being promoted to the Saint King represents the sharp change of the soul.

The saint cultivates the soul and strengthens his soul, but the human body's ability to withstand is limited, so the soul has the largest capacity. Therefore, when you reach the realm of the Holy King, you begin to seek the sharp transformation of the soul's location, like a snake's shed, growing again and again.

This is like a pond with limited capacity. When it is filled with water and poured into it, it will only overflow and will not be stored. At this time, if we want to store more water, we need to expand the capacity of the pond and expand the pond into a reservoir. With a large capacity, we can naturally store more water. When the water stored in the reservoir is full, continue to pour into it, it will also overflow. At this time, we must continue to expand and expand the reservoir into a lake.

When the soul's location has become a shackle for the soul to continue to expand, therefore, you can only break through the shackles and expand your soul's location, as if a snake is shedding a shell.

This process is very difficult and painful, and it is also difficult to achieve.

The Holy King faced the Holy King of the Dead, as if an adult was bullying the child. However, within a short stick of incense, the Holy King of the Dead turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.

At this moment, in other places, such a fight is also taking place at the same time.

After half a day.

Tianlin led more than a dozen fairyland masters and had secretly hunted dozens of top masters led by fairyland masters, killing nearly a hundred fairyland masters, thousands of top masters, and two undead saints. After such a long period of hunting, there were obviously fewer undead skeletons. In the past ten miles, a stream of undead skeletons could easily be seen, but now they have to fly up to hundreds of miles before they can occasionally meet them.

The situation of other teams is similar.

Tian Lin underestimated the time and said to the dozen fairyland masters behind him: "Let's go, the time is up, we will meet with all the seniors."

"Yes!" After hearing this, the masters of the fairyland said in unison that after this period, the masters of the fairyland admire Tianlin very much. Although they come from different races, all races have a mentality, that is, their awe of the strong!

Seeing that Tianlin could easily kill the undead spirits in the fairyland that he needed to fight for, sometimes he could not even help, and could only kill some top masters next to him. The masters of the fairyland were both admiring and helpless. When they encountered the saints of the undead spirit twice, they quickly set up formations under Tianlin's command and strangled the other side.

However, in this way, this team was not damaged. [Serialized, please stay tuned... This book is provided by the genuine version of (.com), please support the genuine version]

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