Chapter 637： Baicao Festival [3] (1/2)

The flame of Yidou soul also appeared at Xie Aoyu's fingertips.

He wants to destroy the Sacred Monument.

”Kaka Kaka ...”

As Xie Aoyu moved forward at full speed and the Sacred Calamity Monument was close at hand, a loud noise came, and the dry bones piled up around the Sacred Calamity Monument trembled, among which there were more than a dozen stagnant bones standing slowly Then, a dark flame was burning in every eye socket.

There are more than ten symbols rotating on the Sacred Monument.

Xie Aoyu's heart was tight.

A symbol, a spell, a soul.

It can be said that the souls of countless ancient strongmen are gathered in this Sacred Plague, and then look at the dead bones that stand up. There are giant dead bones with a height of five meters, multi-arm dry bones with four arms, and a length of about three meters. The strange dead bones of the tail bones, even more bone dragons are standing up.

Each dead bone corresponds to the ancient strong soul above the Sacred Monument.

”The soul returns!” Ding Wentian whispered in the soul flame.

Xie Aoyu couldn't help taking a step back.

Each of these dead bones represents a peerless powerhouse in the ancient times. Their power cannot be divided by the current state.

Some are definitely invincible existence beyond the quasi-war emperor.

how to respond?

And Xie Aoyu and the other seven people came to the Scourge's residence because the root curse is the existence of the curse spell, but this curse spell is targeted at the Scourge, can it have an effect on the souls of these ancient strongmen?

No one is sure.

”The return of the Holy Soul, the God of Scourge comes to life, and the glory of eternal life reappears!” The three-eyed old man screamed, and the undead breath rolling in the sky suddenly shrank into the dead bones.

Seeing this, Xie Aoyu felt a movement in his heart, and the flame of his soul was in his hand.

”brush!”

The holy flame of the soul suddenly burst into a halo of halos, and the tumbling breath of those halos that passed by them was destroyed by almost a third.

The moon knife also blooms under the influence of Xie Aoyu's wood properties.

The raging breath of life.

Necrotic breath was suppressed and dispersed.

Almost half of the necromancer's breath still converged on the top of more than a dozen dead bones, making their bodies exude a hint of life.

Xie Aoyu's eyes shot a good light.

”Thousand ... ancient ... round ... back!”

After he practiced stronger fighting skills, this self-made fighting skills gradually began to appear to be unable to meet his requirements. Only the space fighting skills, because of successive encounters with the King of the Arrow, and the perception and power in the night fire space. More powerful, the other two fighting skills are gradually losing their effectiveness.

At this moment, time fighting skills played a role.

Reincarnation through the ages is not a true way of turning back time, but it is a dissipating force. This is the mystery of time fighting.

Since the dead bones were restored by the breath of necromancy, let them be lost.

A wheel of time spins over a dozen dead bones.

Under that time force, the aura of necrotic spirit just attached to the more than a dozen dead bones once again quickly disappeared, and the vitality that had just been generated was once again cut off.

”Good boy, good job!” Ding Wentian was surprised.

Xie Aoyu rushed up with a knife. As long as the vitality could not truly return, these dead bones were useless. He had to use this time to destroy them all.

Emperor fighting skills ...

Thousands of swords turned into superimposed light and shadow, all of which fell on more than a dozen dead bones. Before the return of vitality, they were a dead bone, and even if they had the power to destroy the world, they would not use it.

The fire of the soul in these withered bones was violently fluctuating.