When Luo Chuan threw the little girl's body over, he ignored it. The 80% chance of reincarnation would be the only way to blame her fate if she failed.

Then Luo Ying sent a message to Longsard and said, "How is the situation there? Haven't it started yet? I just cut down three magicians and came from your direction."

"It's already started, Your Majesty, I think it's better for you to come and help. We probably can't stand it!" At the end of the day, Longsard was already screaming.

Two undead saints couldn't take a mere construction team? Longsad, as the great sage, was beaten to scream. What did they encounter?

Time went back a dozen minutes ago, Longsad and Mobak were quietly observing the pool in the distance. The pool was no longer enough to describe it. It had become a small lake. A huge bud stood in the center of the lake, and the buds were filled with a powerful breath of life.

It was this flower bud that made Longsard and Mobak hesitate. This thing was beyond their understanding. Is this still a flower?

"What the hell is this?" Mobak asked in confusion: "What a powerful breath of life."

"I don't know, I've never seen it. This plane is too desolate and it's impossible to plant this plant. It's strange." Longsard said.

Mobak knew that there was something that even the most knowledgeable sage had never seen before.

"What should I do now? Go back and call Your Majesty?" Mobak asked hesitantly.

"No, right." Longsard immediately became embarrassed: "We volunteered to solve these magicians. We should not find His Majesty when we encountered problems. He would secretly remember them in his heart and would come out to laugh at us when we got the opportunity."

Thinking of this possibility, Mobak's body shook for a moment and quickly shook his head: "It's really not good, then okay, you go."

Ronsard did not shirk responsibility, his palm rested, and a purple flame rose into his palm: "I leaned over and burned that flower quietly. If it could withstand my fire of nothingness, then let's run away."

Mobak stared at the purple flame with his eyes shining and said enviously: "This is the fire of nothingness? When can we awaken the power of mourning? You and Your Majesty have already left us far away."

"It's so fast. I've almost found the key to mourning power. It should be related to the soul network. By then, all of us can break through the state of mourning." Longsard said.

When Luo Heng first equipped the dominant hand, he almost collapsed the entire steel collar, and everyone collectively lost the rank, but it was also a blessing in disguise. Longsard's mourning power was mastered at that time.

After more than ten years of research, Longsard has gradually mastered the use of the fire of mourning. It is quite practical to burn a kiln and craft cups, but the only problem is that the total amount of mourning power is too small.

He worked hard for ten years, and the soul heart had about one-two percent of its power to mourn. At this speed, it would take at least two thousand years before his soul could be mournful.

This was not something unacceptable. It was just two thousand years, and it would take a few more sleeps. But I was afraid of comparing things. The power of his transformation in ten years was not as high as Luo Chuan in a month. Especially, Luo Chuan pretended to show off from time to time: Oh, today I have converted another hundred points of power to mourn the death. This is a hundred times faster than yours, right?

Do you think you are angry?

The flames produced by the power of mourning are a very strange force. Longsard named it the Fire of Nothingness because it can burn anything into nothingness.

What's even more strange is that it can choose independently according to your thoughts. A bunch of soybeans and mung beans are mixed together. If you want to burn the mung beans, the soybeans there will be unharmed and the surface temperature will not change.

Whether it is pure gold or rotten wood, whether it is rock or water droplets, the fire of nothingness can burn it, and even the ashes will not remain.

This is an application of the power of mourning in the past ten years that Ronsard has studied in the power of mourning, and even Luo Chuan has not learned it.

The only problem is that his total mourning power is too small. By mass, it can burn about a ton of objects, whether it is flesh or rock.

However, although the buds in the small lake are not small in size, they are definitely not a ton of mass, so it is just right to deal with them with the fire of nothingness.

Turning into a cloud of smoke, Ronsad sank into the sand and quietly dived towards the small lake.

If it were another environment, the stealth of the undead was not so smooth. There were too many gaps between the sand and gravel. It was impossible to float out of the ground and move easily in the gap.

The magicians were resting and were gathering together to chew dry food. The rough, salty and bitter dry food was gnawing in their mouths, but they seemed to be interested because they were happily discussing the actions of the three cross-eyed magicians.

"I wonder if they can find a place for the indigenous people?"

"Haha, the tender and juicy enthusiastic native, as long as there is one, you will definitely find the cross-eye. Isn't his eyes just for people to look at them?"

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter with unknown meaning.

Bo Xin did not join the discussion of his subordinates, but just smiled mysteriously and said to himself: Children, you have not been beaten by women. With your small body on the washboard, even an indigenous woman can't stand it. Two will have to urinate blood, and three will...

A magical eye inserted outside the camp suddenly moved. Bo Xin looked over and found that the magical eye had just moved for a moment, and there was no subsequent movement. Bo Xin didn't take it seriously and said intently: I guess he had discovered some lizard.

Unexpectedly, even the Yellow Sand Plane could not survive, so how could it afford to raise lizards?

Not long after, the buds in the center of the small lake suddenly burst out with strong energy fluctuations. A purple flame swallowed the entire buds, and the entire lake boiled. No matter the roots soared into the sky, waving wildly, intertwining a large net, as if they wanted to trap something.

A phantom rushes from the root and rushes out in a mess, screaming:...We probably can't stand it!!

"The undead? No, the holy seed is attacked!" Bo Xin couldn't help but scream. The holy seed is the clone of the mother god. The real mission of their team is to let the holy seed take root in the yellow sand plane. If they cannot complete this mission, they will have no meaning of existence.

"Stop him, stop him!" Bo Xin shouted loudly.

As soon as the words fell, the magic power fluctuated, but it was not directed at the undead, but rushed towards all of them.

Spikes condensed by sand and gravel protruded from the ground and pierced towards their abdomen.

"They have accomplices!" Bo Xin shouted, stretched out his hand and wiped forward. The more powerful elemental fluctuations erased the elemental structure of the ground thorns, creating a deprivation effect. The spikes immediately reduced to sand and poured together.

He could wipe away the elemental structure of the spikes at will, and the magicians under his command did not have such strong strength. For a moment, various defensive lights rose and fell one after another, and he had no time to block the dead.
Chapter completed!