But it had nothing to do with his Gulong Continent, so he didn't bother to care about it.

Those undead are nothing compared to demons, and the Wizards Council can definitely deal with them.

For the wizards of the Death School, hell is delivered to your doorstep.

After simply holding a meeting with everyone, Li Wei went deep into the Falling Dragon Valley.

Before parting, he obtained more than twenty soul stones from his second brother.

This is what he and his three sisters got from those "dog lickers" over the years.

…

One month later.

Deep in the Fallen Dragon Valley.

The miasma here is strong, and the energy of death forms terrifying storms that appear from time to time between the heaven and the earth.

If a wizard under the Yuanhun is affected, his flesh and blood may instantly rot, age and wither.

But here, two figures were fighting, and the terrifying shock wave turned the valleys on both sides into powder.

One of them was wearing a black robe, had an old face, and was holding a dead wood circle in his hand.

With every movement of his hand, the powerful negative energy spell tore apart ferocious cracks in the sky.

The other one was a bald, strong man.

He has a gloomy figure, his upper body is as thick as a bodybuilding champion, but his lower body is foggy.

In its hand, it also held a blue oil lamp, exuding a rotten atmosphere.

Judging from its spirit-like body, this is a powerful undead creature with an aura of late seventh level.

The surface of the blue oil lamp was engraved with complex patterns and exuded a precious light. It was obviously a rare treasure.

"Damn wizard, you come here to trouble me again and again. I think you are getting impatient."

Strange smoke emerged from the blue light, forming a negative energy field covering a fifty-mile radius.

The strong man's spirit body disappeared in the smoke.

The black-robed wizard was none other than Luo Wei.

"Blocking perception?"

His mental energy dispersed, only to find that it was like a cow in mud sinking into the sea.

Suddenly, a creepy sense of danger came over me.

Behind him, a pair of giant blue hands with a diameter of one thousand meters appeared, swatting at him like a fly!

boom!

The terrifying impact was transmitted through the valley, shattering everything.

During the explosion, two majestic figures, one thousand meters tall, emerged.

A rotten giant wearing imperial robes and holding a royal staff!

A skeleton swordsman wearing red armor and holding a white bone sword!

These two summons are both at the mid-seventh level, with overwhelming momentum!

"Haha, it's your honor to be my summon, Luo Wei, so don't be ungrateful!"

I don’t know how long it will take.

The shocking seven-level battle has finally come to an end.

After all, the bald man was no match for Luo Wei. As Luo Wei recited the incantation, it looked like he was about to be surrendered.

Suddenly, in the distant direction, there was a shocking loud noise, as if a vast energy suddenly erupted!

Then, a death tornado shot straight into the sky, tearing the sky apart.

Moreover, the tornado was rushing towards him.

Luo Wei was like a frightened bird.

"Level eight undead?"

The bald man took this opportunity and struggled desperately, the blue light shining brightly.

Luo Wei hesitated for a moment and sighed secretly.

"That's all, let's wait until next time."

He decisively gave up on the late-seventh-level undead, and left in pieces in the void.

"Well, if we add this undead, my chances of defeating the Lord of Dusk Palace will increase by one point. I don't know who the hell is, provoking the eighth-level existence in Falling Dragon Valley."

As a soul master of the Death School, Luo Wei is no stranger to Falling Dragon Valley.

He has been here many times and knows about the existence of many resource points.

There was even a secret place that was giving birth to a rare death faction truth artifact, and he knew it.

He had already used a magic circle to cover up the strange object.

But if he is unable to obtain the Turtle King Fruit, given his longevity, there is a high probability that he will not be able to wait until the rare item matures.

As soon as Luo Wei left, the bald man hurriedly fled the place.

As one of the top ten experts in Falling Dragon Valley, it naturally knows who that eighth-level being is.

[Death Banshee·Shemilla].

In the seventh and even eighth levels of hell, these are all giants.

Those powerful demon tribes did not dare to provoke them easily.

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The tornado then crossed a long distance and caught up here.

Tens of thousands of ghosts and undead souls were wailing in the storm.

A beautiful figure eight feet tall, wearing a crown, an open chest, and wearing something similar to a slit cheongsam, sat on the throne.

This beauty's figure is extremely graceful and natural, but unfortunately, her head is...a skull.

The skull opened and closed its mouth and said coldly:

"That damn little thief actually dared to rob my soul jujube tree. He really deserves death!"

As one of the overlords of Falling Dragon Valley, there is a rare Wraith Jujube tree in its territory.

This tree bears fruit once every hundred years, no more than 20 at a time.

It is also beneficial to the growth of level eight undead.

It then sends a seventh-level undead guard to prevent other undead or wizards from stealing.

Unexpectedly, it was just not long ago.

A human wizard who called himself the "Servant of Flame" killed the seventh-level guards it sent and shamelessly dug up all the Wraith Date trees.

When it heard the news, it immediately chased after it.

But that junior had already disappeared.

The Death Banshee waved her hand, and tens of thousands of undead souls flew in all directions.

"Go and find the thief!"

…

Somewhere in Falling Dragon Valley.

The void shattered, and a figure escaped from it, sweating profusely. It was Li Wei.

On his back, Ajin stood up, looking equally frightened.

"Huh, luckily I ran fast. That banshee is too scary. Isn't it just digging up a tree? What's more? Besides, this tree is naturally raised by nature, and the virtuous live in it!"

He opened up a shelter, set up a magic circle, and entered the ancient banyan fairyland.

Land of the Dead, Black Soul Tower.

In a miasmatic valley, there are two trees.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.

However, these two jujube trees are different.

One story high is the dead soul jujube tree.

Another three-story tall crooked-neck jujube tree is the Wraith Jujube Tree.

Judging from the soil next to it, it is obvious that this is a new transplant.

Around the jujube tree, countless ghosts of grievances are lingering, and a sinister wind blows.
To be continued...