A chopstick can be broken easily in the hands of ordinary people, but when this number becomes ten, the most ordinary people will be unable to do anything except the great strength, just like the current situation - -

A vine with two vines and thorns facing the strong and sturdy sorcerer of the Sun Yat-Sen, is like a chopstick that is broken at will, very simple and easy; but when the number of vines and thorns becomes hundreds When is it thousands or tens of thousands? The answer is obvious!

It is like a green ocean. In the blink of an eye, these nine Japanese-level servants are drowned!

Even these dying servants of the day-to-day glory were wrapped up in the whole body, that is, they used all their strength to struggle and could not break free; especially when the joints were entangled by these plants, the strength of this struggle was immediately reduced to an order. The point of neglect of people - although it is a corpse, but the activity is still relying on the joints and ligaments activated by the power of death, even if it is the body that has been strengthened by the power of steel, it cannot be separated from this category.

Without any stoppage, with the help of Nature's Aid, Ye Qi very easily let these plants give him a gap that would make the knives penetrate into the armor - and then, the knife fell After the arrival of more undead servants under the Sun Yat-sen level, Ye Qi’s own unexpectedly smoothed out all the nine dynasty-level undead servants; even, even his spare plan did not take it out.

Originally, at this time, Ye Qi was going to bless [curd sac] again to get faster speed and solve these servant-level undead servants in the shortest time. But obviously it is not needed now -

Thank you for your help!

Next, please retreat!

In the face of such a situation, Ye Qi will not forget who helped, and once again thanked the surrounding plants - although even the Druid girl said that the plants did not think; but this does not hinder, leaves Oddly thank you; even if the other party has no thoughts, he can't remember this thank you in the next moment; but this does not mean that Ye Qi himself can not say this thank you.

After all, can you remember that these plants are natural and cannot be forced. But thank you is what he has to do - whether it is a demon hunter or an ordinary person, this is Ye Qi's own bottom line.

Compared with the initial communication difficulties, at the moment, after receiving the information of Ye Qi, these plants immediately understood, and quickly retreated - almost two breaths, these vines and thorns were all It disappeared in front of Ye Qi, if it was not on some branches, it was still entangled with these existences. Ye Qi couldn't imagine the previous scene like a green ocean.

Looking at the undead servant under the close sun, the electric spark in Ye Qi’s hand flashed again –

You are here. Since I saved a "cursive surgery" for me, then I changed it to [chain lightning] to these guys, as a revenge for your companions!

The bottom of the heart conveys the words that the plants can't figure out at all. The flash current is from the hands of Ye Qi, and the sound of the sound of the cymbals is straight.

......

This, what is going on? !

The warden of the sacred prison, standing in a dull position, looking at the distant situation - the flying vines, thorns, like a python. It’s impossible to break free and suffocate; at this moment, it’s like going back to thirty years ago, he participated in a round-up of the Druids!

On that day, also in the jungle, or an ordinary priest with a knife, he saw with his own eyes that countless colleagues were hanged and strangled by the vines in the next moment; they were attacked by wild animals, and they were smashed; and he used the body. Manipulating 'has escaped a catastrophe; after the event. Being used as a scapegoat, he was sent directly to the prison, where he gained the first turn of his life: countless, different levels of corpses.

Thirteen months have been tortured. But it is also these 13 months that made him a small star-like apostle, and became a day-to-day existence. The kind of heart-breaking breakthroughs and advances are simply unimaginable; therefore, When the identity of the Sun Yat-sen was the prison officer, all the people were surprised and widened their eyes.

As of today, the warden has remembered the few colleagues who pushed him out as a scapegoat. How surprised, unbelievable, and what kind of face is like earth; and he remembers how he got it. All this - Druidism!

For this sect that has earned him everything today, the warden's heart does not have any good feelings - although his strength has been unimaginable progress by ordinary people, it has reached the world's expectations, but this does not mean that he forgot his own Pain: The whipping and branding are almost inevitable appetizers every day. The water that can be drunk is only the excretion liquid of all living things, and the things that are eaten are all kinds of corroded bodies.

Don't get it wrong. He can only eat what is left by others, the last thing he wants to touch - the pale bones, the black, the pus out of the internal organs...

The place where you sleep is in a pile of corpses, and you need to be on the lookout for other people’s attacks at all times. The jailer of the holy prison, except for the daily whipping and branding, basically does not dare; Will attack the prisoners of their own; only the prisoners attack the prisoners!

In order to eat more fresh meat, or to meet the power to meet it, or even just because you want to attack...

In short, any reason can make these into the holy prison, the original priests and priests who are full of glory and glory are not as good as the beasts; at the very least, the beasts will have warmth; here? Living is just to live, dead is just a place to become food? That kind of thing is too expensive!

As time went by, more and more corpses provided him with advanced strength, and his strength was stronger every day; but the warden of the time did not immediately show up, except in the holy prison he was beaten and insulted. In addition, the most learned is forbearance; forbearance can not be tolerated until the strength can break through everything - and it turns out that the idea of ​​the warden is correct; when he showed up in the prison. After the strength of the day, his ‘sin’ was forgiven; the position of an area archbishop was beckoning to him.

However, he was rejected by him. He chose to stay in the holy prison, as an executioner. For Moran who discovered how his ability is growing rapidly, what better place than the holy prison? ? Even if it doesn't see the sun all day long, there are rancid rotten meat, corpses and bones, and various prisoners who are tortured to distortion; but this does not mean that he will choose to leave.

Because, in the holy prison. The thirteen months that he has been in prisonership has already made Moran understand that his strength is the most important; as long as he has the strength, he can do what he wants; for example, find those who frame him. Revenge for the same, find the Druids who have caused all the status quo now.

The former, he was thrown into the holy prison with a smile; there, there will be more people to make him for him to try to entertain these colleagues; as for the latter? The other party seems to be air-like, feeling both everywhere, but unable to see.

Until a few years later. After seeing the girl with long black hair and black eyes, Moran found a clue—although he couldn’t wait to be the most cruel. Killing the girl in front of him; but more tyranny in the heart has been suppressed by reason, ‘What do you have to endure to find the other’s camp? With such an idea, Moran approached each other as a ‘friend’.

Watching each other keep a variety of stray animals, planting a variety of flowers and plants in the simple back garden - every day, Moran tells himself ‘I will wait until the other side reveals the truth! ’

Then he really waited!

Without mercy, a Druid camp was completely slaughtered; however, the mood of comfort and comfort did not appear; looking at the other person's incredible eyes and sad expression. Moran didn't feel that he had everything he deserved; he only felt more angry inside and needed blood!

Why are you not standing on my side?

With such a shout, Moran slashed his sword to the other side; and at that time, a tone of tempering and disdain rang, even after decades, Moran still I remember clearly that the man who was his opponent for a lifetime was holding a broken sword. Blocked in front of him.

"If a man does something to a woman, he will be condemned! If, together with the women and children you slaughtered before, then you are really guilty of dying!"

Blind arrogance. A guy who doesn't even know what he has experienced, what qualifications are there to judge everything?

The anger is full of Moran's chest. He is very rude. He didn't hesitate to fight with the other party. The other party is very strong. After Moran became the strongman of the day, he saw the most powerful opponent; strength, Speed, physical strength, and the skill of making the sword are the strongest people he has ever seen; the two of them went to the evening from noon, from the evening to the next morning, and then on the next day at sunset, they were separated. Winning and losing.

The servants were all destroyed, and he was physically weak, losing a trick.

"I have the blood of a dragon, otherwise, it is me! Forget it, this time it will be a good one!"

With such words, the other party is so eager to take the broken sword, the body is ready to leave, but after only two steps, it falls to the ground; and the piece that seems to him to be used in his own way, but At this time, I stood up and picked up the other's sword and walked toward him.

Hey, the consequences of a momentary mistake!

You should first drop your results!

Moran was disdainful looking at the girl who entered, and finally, closed her eyes; however, he did not wait for a sword in the chest, but only led the blade to gently cross the neck - 'I Moran, who knows, is dead! After leaving such a sentence, after wrapping the wound on his chest for the other, the other person took the **** who fell to the ground and left.

After that, a heavy rain poured down.

Bloody smell, lightening in heavy rain, red is mixed into the earth, and there will be more green in the coming year - after all, it is the bloom at the expense of life.

Moran was washed away in the rain for a night until the people of the Holy See found him.

Then, he became the warden of the sacred prison, stepping on the body of the old warden, sitting in the position of the warden; at that moment, the figure cast by power and strength was feared and feared by countless people— - Just like that Moran looked at the figures of the big guys.

but. The warden has long since ignored it, he only cares about strength!

Finding his opponent, killing the other, must have strength - this is the second time after the defeat, the warden's understanding; the strength of the other party grows far beyond his imagination, so he must More efforts; countless strong, become the body in his hands, countless bodies, become his experimental materials.

Which includes his blood relatives!

Those are just products of power. How can it be called his blood relatives?

Therefore, all people's dislike and fear of this are disdain for the warden.

Then, the more bloodthirsty – because he needs to find a way to overcome his opponent; and the path of ‘corpse manipulation’ will be a dance with the passing of life.

But what can you count?

As long as he can defeat his opponent, what does this count?

Your death is insignificant. Just like Moran in those days!

With such an idea, the shadow of the warden is more and more mysterious. It is embarrassing; even if it is the jailer of the sacred prison, I dare not look directly at the other person's figure, just dare to watch the pawn's foot on the floor.

The breakthrough of the Japanese glory, as the warden expected, was very easy, but after entering the Sun Yat-sen, he became more and more aware of the gap between him and his opponent; therefore, he must be more So far, such efforts have made him step out of the holy prison in twenty years; only. Received the letter from Iyeta.

For Ieta, the so-called god, brainwashing idiot, the warden has no interest, but the other party's letter makes him feel interested - the old opponent's disciple, even the ‘son’!

This kind of news made the warden who had not gone out of the sacred prison for twenty years appear on Lorante, coming towards his goal - looking at the familiar black hair and black eyes. The murderous intention of the warden's heart, he did not understand, only because of his old rival.

Even now is no exception!

I'm going to kill you! Kill you!

In the face of the obvious ability of the Druids to control the plant control, the most instinctive thoughts emerge from the heart of the warden!

As for the previous live capture?

For the warden. It’s too easy to change your mind at any time. He has Moran, who is not an idiot.

......

The servants of the undead under the Japanese glory, the tide generally withdrew from the forest, and the leaves sparkling in the hands of Ye Qi, and then immediately followed up quickly - just left the forest, I can open more Hands and feet; leaving the servants of the glory of the sun, these servants of the undead under the sun, under the speed of the [corruption] blessing, is not afraid!

After receiving the help of the forest, feeling the joy and fear from the bottom of my heart, Ye Qi could not ignore the existence of these plants, and let go of the war with these undead servants who had no Japanese glory; therefore Even if he guessed that the other party was worried about being retreated by these plants, Ye Qi still followed. After all, even if it was difficult, the demon hunter did not use his comrades as a shield.

What's more, what is the difficulty of the servants of the dead under these sun rays at the moment?

What is more commendable when there are more people going out?

Moreover, if the number is more than the number, he Ye Qi has been afraid of others!

With a windbreaker on his body, Ye Qi Shi walked out of the forest, looking at the total number of five hundred undead servants in front of the sun, and the warden who stood in the middle of these servants. The other side's gloomy face, Ye Qi could not help but smile, very happy - can make the existence of the sun on the top, eat a few times, Ye Qi certainly has a reason to smile, and, Ye Qi thinks that he will laugh next More happy.

A distance of almost a hundred yards...

There are more than 30 daisy-level undead servants around as shields!

If you spell it, chances are more than 50%!

No, too low!

Must be more than 80%!

Oh, oh...

The sound of the pages of the book suddenly slammed into the suffocating battlefield—the pages of the souls of Samikina's broken souls moved with the wind, and a special wave of extremes immediately enveloped the battlefield.

"Samigina's Drive", one of Ye Qi's hidden cards - just as a "Yi Yao" sanctuary that favors the undead faction, except for a few of his friends, when there are other people present. Even if it is only for unnecessary trouble in the future, he can't use it at all.

"Is there a lot of hidden means? And your teacher has a virtue! Always like to leave a card for yourself!"

In the distance, the warden ~lightnovelpub.net~ looked at Ye Qi’s "Samigina's Drive", and raised his eyes, in a casual tone, full of disdainful tone.

"But, do you think it is useful?"

The killings flashed, and the warden ended with a counter-question—how many kinds of saints, even if the Holy See had once dominated the power of Lorant, could not give an accurate answer; therefore, for Sa The sacred instrument of the book "Migina's Drive" is a strange thing, but the prison governor is not in the heart; after all, the appearance of the book class is destined to have such a great attack power.

At most, it is just the existence of a magic book - and how can a magic book be placed in the heart of the prison of the prison?

The warden's guess is essentially no mistake. The Samigina Drive is indeed a magic book, but its name is a demon.

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