Chapter 246: Paddling

Or, to be more precise, this frenzy of countless grieving spirits is heading towards the legendary battlefield above the sky.
In the midst of a gloomy spite of green grieving spirits, the legendary breath of coldness, coldness, and silence emerged unabashedly, leaving the dragon in that position panic.
Wherever the lingering tide passed, all the flowers and trees were withered, and all the birds, animals, insects and ants died.
"The support of the Necronomic Council is here!" Muria looked up at the legendary Necroman who came to support with the tide of resentment, "I just don't know if this has passed through the Barbosa ditch. Will it be? Not working. "
At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the ancient dragons who have completely pushed down Blainet and his legendary Necronomic Dragon into the wind have seen a surge of resentment spirits and looked at each other.
Then, an ancient silver dragon detached directly from the battlefield, and flew towards the tide of resentment with the chill that could freeze the space.
When the ancient Yinlong approached the tide of resentment, like a sea of ​​resentment, the tide of resentment quickly separated, giving way. After seeing the densely packed grudges, Gu Yinlong paused for a moment and flew in.
Regardless of whether the legendary Wraith is preparing to paddle, Gu Yinlong doesn't matter. It believes in its strength and it has enough power to deal with all situations.
In fact, the strength of Gu Yinlong's body is ready to go. It can't relax his guard with a word from a core member of the Undead Council. It is not so naive.
Their group of ancient dragons has long been ready to fight against all the legendary undead in the Kingdom of Bavaria. Their real task is to find and lock the position of Bert Lain, and they have not succeeded in capturing Bert Lain once.
They are the first batch of ancient dragons to get the news first, and they will arrive as soon as possible. Later, there will be ancient dragons and legendary dragons. The appeal of the dragon and the dragon king is still very terrifying. Of course, the mother of the evil dragon is such a dragon god. Impact is calculated separately.
"Silver dragon, relax, I am not interested in fighting with you." Just now, the cold and chilly blooming, the green and gloomy resentment spirit completely isolated the elegant dragon body of the ancient silver dragon that was surrounded by the cold white mist. After the start, a murmur of murmurs whispered into her ears.
"Why do I believe in you?" Gu Yinlong squinted and looked in front of him. A middle-aged man with a black beard wearing a crown and a royal robe. His face was ruddy and his eyes were bright, except that he had no life. Outside of this breath, he is more like a living person than a living person.
"Is this posture enough?" Holding the scepter, the legendary grieving ghost dressed as a king smiled and looked at Gu Yinlong, a kind of uncle.
But Gu Yinlong wasn't deceived by his appearance and shrouded in all directions. Many of them were high-level grudges with clear shapes. Many of them were grudges like the elderly, children, and women, including children and babies. Looks like the most grudges.
Because it is just the age to enjoy a good life, and suddenly suffered a calamity, ending the life that has just begun, so the grievance, coupled with the lack of faith, is the easiest to form a grieving spirit, and it is extremely fierce, holding on to living people The most malicious.
However, it is this ferocious grudge, and when you look at the legendary grumble spirit who seems to be a king in his lifetime, the almost substantive face will show a very obvious fear and awe.
"Since you don't want to take a shot, what are you still doing here?" From time to time, there was a "click" sound from Gu Yinlong's side, and a few cracks flashed through, the space was frozen and cracked by his overflowing cold.
"The most basic look is to be done." The king-like legendary Wraith held his hands on the jewel of the scepter and stood on his staff. "We are a big man in the Necropolis Council, but we are watching this country. If I just sit and watch Belinette besieged and do nothing, I will be punished if I go back."
"But you're just like this, you can't do anything brazenly, and you won't be punished when you go back?"
"My attitude has been put out. Even if I am punished, I won't help him." The legendary grudged face showed dissatisfaction. "Last time your dragon clan slayed Bert Lane, I blocked him. With two ancient dragons, I lost a tenth of my grudge spirit.
After Bert Ryan was resurrected, I went to ask him for compensation and compensation. The guy didn't even acknowledge it. Even if it didn't come out at once, he could give me an IOU. The repayment time didn't matter.
But he dared to rely on my account. With this attitude, he still wanted me to help him and dream! I didn't siege with you, I already wanted to be a member of the Necropolis Council. "
"..." Gu Yinlong was silent, and the legendary grieving spirit in front of him had a good reason for paddling, and he could not tell what was wrong.
"What's more, I've helped him hold a Gulong. In this case, even the adult, I'm embarrassed to say something about me." The legendary grudge looked at Gu Yinlong with a smile.
"Hold me!" Gu Yinlong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the white mist around him became thicker and quieter.
"Yinlong, I already said, I don't want to fight, don't ask for trouble yourself." The legendary Wraith changed from a two-handed stick to a one-handed stick. "If we fight, we won't be able to tell the winner at half-time, It ’s meaningless to the war situation, so let ’s save a little effort so that it ’s good for you, just stand and watch them fight.

... "There hasn't been a little movement for a long time!" Muria watched the tide of resentment still standing after engulfing the ancient silver dragon, and couldn't help whispering in her heart: "This boldly paddling, Blaine's undead Is the fate so bad? "
In fact, there is another possibility that there is no movement for a long time: Gu Yinlong was solved silently. However, as soon as this idea appeared, it was passed by Muria. In this world, unless an epic happens in person, there is no existence that can quietly solve an ancient silver dragon.
At this moment, a black beam of pure dead air traversing the sky and the earth moved toward the battlefield in the sky, and another legendary necromancer of the Necrotic Council arrived.
Such a magnificent release of breath ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Of course, the ancient dragons also felt, so there is a topaz ancient dragon also off the battlefield in the sky, stopping the legendary undead who condenses only the breath released into the sky of death.
Muria smashed a ghost dragon and looked at the topaz ancient dragon. After the legendary undead with a breathtaking breath stopped, he suddenly showed his figure. He was actually a dark knight with a spear on his bow.
In Muria's view, after Topaz Gulong stopped to communicate with the Dark Knight for a while, the two immediately struck out. The thousands of meters of gunman and the spells that obscured the sky appeared from time to time. It seemed that the battle was directly at the beginning. Entering the climax.
As they fought, fine space cracks flashed from time to time, and the momentum was extremely amazing, but after watching for a while, Muria found that the two legends were playing fake or paddling.
The seemingly powerful gun mansions and spell attacks were all dropped into the air, with great momentum, but none of them fell on the opponent. This tacit understanding made Muria not know how to evaluate.
"It's so obvious!" Muria looked at the two legendary necropsies in coping rescue, and couldn't help but confide.