Chapter 1871: Dragon's Cemetery (3)

Shen Yanxiao couldn't help but fight a spirit, the undead is not only an evil race, but the kind of resurrection that reverses life and death, like fooling life, makes people creepy.
The reason why the undead disgusted all races was because of their poor nature and their embarrassment of life.
Even the protoss and the demons have the day of death, but the undead can use their power to bring the dead back to life in the form of undead.
Life is precious because it is only once, born and died, all conform to the heavens, but the undead violates the laws of nature, and even distorts the will of the deceased, turning countless souls into their slaves.
Thrall personally invited the night to come out, and the night came to the edge of the circle with Shen Yanxiao.
So close to the Faction, the smell of the face is pungent.
Shen Yanxiao frowned.
"Please cast a night at the temple," said Thrall on one knee.
"Please cast your temples!" All the dead spirits in the dragon cemetery were brushed down and screamed.
The night is slightly dagger, step forward.
Shen Yanxiao was the first to see the resurrection of the undead. She squinted and looked at everything that happened in front of her eyes.
The night was slightly open, and a series of obscure spells overflowed from his mouth. His speed was slow, and a black mist filled with smog from his feet. The black smoke spread over the circle, like a cluster of black. The flames are passed from one point to the other.
Everything is like a nightmare, black mist is shrouded in the entire dragon cemetery, and a smoky smog rises.
Shen Yanxiao seemed to hear the roar from hell. The smoky black smoke was like a twisted and sly face, struggling with a desperate expression in the wind.
The entire Dragon cemetery was covered by a powerful and deadly atmosphere, and all the dragons retreated in this deadly atmosphere.
Shen Yanxiao must stand by the night, to prevent the anomaly from appearing. She is equivalent to standing in the middle of the whirlpool of death. The breath of death from all directions almost makes her unable to breathe. Every breath is like It is to inhale countless gravel into the lungs, and she hurts coldly.
But now, Shen Yanxiao does not dare to make a repairing hand. Under the watchful eyes of so many undead, a little sacred breath will attract the vigilance of the undead.
Shen Yanxiao can only hold his breath and use the flow of blood to get the thin oxygen in the air.
Suddenly, the speed of the night is increasing, and the black smoke is increasing madly. In this hollow cemetery, almost a huge black hole is formed.
Even though Yan Yanxiao’s vision is beyond ordinary people, she can only barely see the blurred night in such a situation.
Along with the spell of the night, the earth of the Dragon cemetery suddenly violently trembled, and the sound of the earth cracking was intertwined with the rustling of the leaves shattered by the wind.
Shen Yanxiao’s body suddenly appeared a trace of strangeness, and some kind of invisible thing seemed to flow into her body with this gust of wind.
In an instant, huge pain covered her whole body, as if the bones of the whole body were crushed in an instant, and the great pain caused the spirit of Shen Yanxiao to collapse in an instant!
The power of Shen Yanxiao’s body is like being drained, but her body seems to have two forces intertwined fiercely. The repulsiveness of the two forces almost splits her body into two halves.