Chapter 1223: Big explosion

Doomsday trial.
Strategic-level legion magic.
Whether it is the most powerful or not is difficult to say.
But the face of the strike, which instantly spread over a thousand kilometers, is the undisputed first.
Whether in the old world, or in the four-element master world.
Doomsday judgments all mean the power of terror.
Xu Zhi didn't know what was in Sandro's head.
This thousand kilometers apart from Sandro, Caitlin, and their five outsiders, and maybe a few rogue zombies on the edge.
A total of more than ten creatures are worth bombing with this magic.
No one can hide.
This is a magic that does not distinguish between enemies and foes, and even the caster itself needs to suffer the damage of this magic.
Xu Zhi only had time to turn the spell to the cloak and block it in front of everyone.
A slight magical light rose from the cloak, and then shattered.
The heat wave and the huge explosive impact came, and the uncomfortable Xu Zhi wanted to vomit blood.
The world in my eyes turned red.
This moment came quickly, but it passed slowly.
Everything seems to be slow motion.
Xu Zhi can smell the smell of his burnt hair, and can also see that his clothes are shattered.
The mental shield carried on his head failed to withstand this blasting power, and with a ‘click’, he was cracked by the impact.
Countless dust is flying in the air, mixed with sand, fine stones, and passively detonated electromagnetic blaster fragments, which occasionally hit the inner air shield.
The ascending internal air was pressed back to the surface of the body hardly, leaving only a little thin light. The original pure internal air polished as if it could be compressed again.
He also heard the crisp sound of the bone, and the momentary tremendous impact force did not know who pressed him behind.
The body seemed to be like a rag sack and flew out more than ten meters.
After falling down on the ground, Xu Zhi's mind woke up.
Everything in the vision slowly turned back to normal.
A stream of heat poured out of the nostrils.
Xu Zhi snorted. Everywhere on the body seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer, and there was a feeling of pain.
The eyes are a little fuzzy, the eardrums are buzzing constantly, and Xu Zhi feels that he may be deaf.
Turning his head slightly, he looked at the back.
The indistinct figures of the four groups of men and women wriggled slightly on the ground.
Not dead yet.
This is perhaps the greatest good news.
Shaking his head, Xu Zhi pulled out several fragments inserted into his body.
A piece of medical magic shot on himself, his body seemed a lot more comfortable, and he stood up staggeringly.
Stumbled a few steps.
There seems to be a scream of ‘ahhhhhhhhh~
Xu Zhi raised his head and saw Caitlin's wings fluttering twice from time to time, and his charred body fell like a free-fall movement.
"It will surely control the release of Sandro's magic, I yuck."
Looking at Caitlyn, who fell to the flesh and blood, and knew nothing about life and death, Xu Zhi spit out.
This partner is really unreliable.
The only effect is probably to recognize the magic released by Sandro.
This reminds Xu Zhi slightly.
There are experiences in the dream world, as well as Somra who once taught magic symbols and general explanations, he can make the fastest response.
The magic of the spell turning to the cloak was weakened, and the protection of the inner air, barely letting them as a pedestrian escape.
Compared with several companions, Xu Zhi felt that he was better off.
Perhaps the anti-magic properties radiated from it played an important role.
At least his body was intact, he didn't burn black, he didn't zoom, and there were a few thin cloths on his body.
Shooting out Mars from everyone, humming came, at least Xu Zhi knew who and who.
The helmet with a spiritual shield is still intact, and this is probably the only place where the four people have less injuries.
Including Yan Jinbai, they are still half-dead, their bodies are burnt to varying degrees, and large pieces of skin become black.
The tactical protective suit worn outside the body has been burned and twisted into a ball.
Tactical protective clothing with fire protection did not protect against the flames of the Doomsday Trial.
But at least the fire did not spread quickly. The place where the clothes were worn was not scorched. After saving the remains, go to the hospital for extensive skin repair.
Tear torn off, solved a few people burned to death in a semi-coma.
Xu Zhi sat on the ground, thinking for a while, and then touched everyone's heartbeat and pulse. He patted a medical magic and poured another energy fluid.
Hexix's level 6 rehabilitation medicine was taken out, and Xu Zhi grunted it down.
With a regeneration talent, healing and medical magic, Xu Zhi did not expect that he would need to use healing remedies one day.
Thank you generous Hexis.
All kinds of things are really prepared and always useful.
His body recovered by five or six points, and Xu Zhi took a long breath.
From time to time on the battlefield release chanting, his magic value is almost to the edge.
The energy helmet, which can provide fifteen points of magical value, has also been taken by Xu Zhi.
Xu Zhizheng was going to continue to give medical treatment to everyone, and suddenly heard the sound of "Bang", and a bone hand was stretched out in the dust.
White bones like jade.
It's Sandro.
Xu Zhi's pupil shrank.
At the center of the explosion, the old lich did not die, but was buried under the sand in the explosion pit.
Dare to release this magic, there is naturally a means of protection.
Perhaps Sandru relied on his skeleton torso like a golden stone, not afraid to die with others.
"Hahaha~EbookFREE.me~ are all dead, all are dead, don't accept the price of peace, that is death, hahaha."
More than three hundred meters away, Sandro extended his hands from the ground and dug his head out again, and the old lich burst out with a wanton laugh.
Seeing a crack in the opponent's skeleton, Xu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and the old guy would be hurt after all.
This kind of magic that kills the enemy one thousand and damages eight hundred, whoever plays is unlucky.
"Sandrew"
Xu Zhi shouted.
"You are not dead, this is impossible."
Sandro turned his head and saw Xu Zhi carrying a long stick, his hands digging hard for a while, and desperately drilling out.
"Damn world, there must be insufficient magic energy, this magic has been weakened again, it."
"Give me honestly, great."
With a stroke of more than a thousand sticks, Xu Zhi's shocked hands numb, and the person hit a backflip.
Sandro, who had just cut the body out of the soil, was buried again.
"You can't beat my body with this attack."
As soon as a stick fell, Sandro buried in the soil had a concept in his heart. He could not beat others, and other people should not try to kill him.
As a great necromancer, you may not be good at power or martial arts, but your body must be good.
At least he couldn't die when he was beaten.
"I still have the Vulcan Sword."
Xu Zhi grunted and knocked the old lich underground, and there was a faint murmur of the old lich.
After deepening the surrounding soil and burying Sandro, Xu Zhi turned around and looked around.
Caitlin said that the Vulcan Sword could restrain Sandro, and he hoped that this unreliable lady would be a little more reliable.
It's better to be like Vedina, just to be honest with a sword.