Chapter 127 (1/2)

”Well? It's not going to start another mission. ” Jiang Ming looks at the figure 30 meters away from his body and says in his heart: the dead spirit clan? What race is it?

Thirty meters away from Jiang Ming, a skinny old man with a shriveled face, dressed in a long gray shirt and holding a black mujiao crutch, has a pair of bone wings behind his back. His eyes are full of gloomy and strange feelings.

Yin Feng: dead spirit clan elder, 100 level boss

attribute:???

”Little devil emperor, the necromancer clan is a branch of the demons. After the disappearance of the warlords ten thousand years ago, they have also disappeared. It is said that they have separated from the demons and have formed their own lineage. The Necromancers are all necromancers who can use a lot of necromancery, trickery and sorcery. If they can resist the attack of necromancer, the necromancer will not be difficult to deal with. The magic beads of the twelve demon kings can't be put into some backpacks or spaces. It obviously knows this and doesn't bring them out. Later, the little devil emperor can let Qianying take me to the bottom of the city. If the little devil emperor holds him down, it's not too difficult to get the magic beads. ”

After checking the information of the withered old man in front of him, Jiang Ming is frowning and thinking about the way to deal with it when the voice of the king's golden body rings in his ear.

”Well, I'll see if I can hold him down. Hurry up.”

Jiang Ming nodded when he heard what the king said. After all, this is the only way now. We can't go there in vain.

Having decided to rob, Jiang Ming doesn't care. He whispers something in Qianying's ear. He stealthily puts the golden body of the king of kalouluo to Qianying, then takes out the scythe of the God of death and stares at Yin Feng coldly.

”Well? Jie Jie, it seems that you are ready to start. ” Yin Feng again issued that ugly laughter, flapping his bone wings and staring at Jiang Ming, ”in this case, that old man is no nonsense.”

With that, Yin Feng waved the black wood Jiao crutches, and a black fog flew towards the direction of Jiang Ming.

Looking at the black fog attacking him, Jiang Ming was holding a sickle of death and preparing to control the flying eagle puppet to dodge. Suddenly, the space around him was frozen on the spot, and his body couldn't move. Not only he, but also Yin Feng, also the attack of Yin Feng was still in the air.

It's like a moment, everything is still.

At this time, four or five meters away from Jiang Ming's body, a black skeleton door appears. A familiar figure comes out, accompanied by the familiar sound.

”It's really not a worry. You're going to fight with the people of the dead spirit clan just for your strength, right?”

Black cliff!

Jiang Ming looks at the black cliff coming out of the door of the black skeleton. He is very shocked.

After walking out of the black skeleton gate, Wu Yazi looks at Jiang Ming and shakes his head helplessly. Then he calls out a dragon puppet and flies quickly towards the city.

The fog in the city was still, so the black cliff fell in the center of the city without any hindrance.

When he landed in the center of the city, he waved his hand and summoned a pangolin like puppet beast. Then he pointed to the ground. The sharp claws of the pangolin puppet beast against the ground, and its body rotated like a top.

As the pangolin puppet's body began to rotate, a hole in the ground began to be drilled. In just a few seconds, a huge hole was formed.

Wu Yazi jumped into the hole, and soon there was an explosion under the city. Wu Yazi rushed out on his pangolin puppet, and then flew back to Jiang Ming on the Dragon puppet.

Flying to the black cliff in front of Jiang Ming, he didn't stop. He asked the Dragon puppet to roll his tail and involve Jiang Ming, flying eagle puppet and Qianying into the black skeleton gate.

Just like last time, Jiang Ming felt dizzy and went to another place.