Then, a knife burning with green flames appeared in his hand and slowly slashed towards Zhang Xingyu's scalp.

"Reorganize and regenerate, optimize your soul, and then you will become a complete necromancer, up to a high-level true god."

"Maybe you will meet your brother again."

"When I think of that kind of scene, I feel excited." A crazy and excited look appeared in the shadow of Black Rou.

Even the left hand of the knife began to tremble.

At this time, Zhang Xingyu suddenly showed an excited expression and said to the black robe figure: "I said you are really not afraid of my brother coming to chase you?"

"Your brother is now far away in the universe battlefield and has no time to take care of you."

"As for your brother becoming the main god in the future, let's talk about it after he becomes the main god."

"If I have the courage to break into the holy land of our clan, then I will accept my fate." The black robe's eyes flashed with invincible madness.

"I'm not talking about the future, but the present." Zhang Xingyu said easily.

At this moment, Zhang Yue's earth soul clone was already standing behind the black robe figure.

At this time, there was endless murderous intent in Zhang Yue's eyes.

"Can your brother come here now?" said the black robe figure.

"I'm right behind you."

A cold sound came.

At this time, the black robe figure suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Yue, with a frosty face on his face.

"I'm afraid you can't wait until I become a storage before killing you." Zhang Yue said coldly.

While he was having a meal, he suddenly felt that the Earth Soul clone was sending a request for help, which shows that there was a person next to his younger brother Zhao Xinyu who could not control the Earth Soul clone.

When he was about to go to the universe battlefield, he buried the earth soul clone on his younger brother, but he just became the true god clone.

The power of the Earth Soul clone can only resist some powerful people at the level of ordinary true gods. As for the undead clan, one of the four top races, or the advanced true gods, it is naturally unavailable.

"Oh, Zhang Yue actually appeared in front of me."

"Then I will give you a face and let your brother go." The black robe figure looked at Zhang Yue and said.

In his database, if Zhang Yue calls you, he is not Zhang Yue's opponent.

Of course, Zhang Yue couldn't kill him either.

"You don't seem to figure out something now." Zhang Yue said as he looked at the black robe.

"Since you have shown murderous intention to my brother, then there is only one result waiting for you, death." Zhang Yue said with murderous intention on his face.

“Suppress.”

The figure holding the black robe only felt the weight of a universe, and pressed towards him.

In an instant, one of my own strength was not enough, and every move was extremely difficult.

"So what about the Necromancer? Whoever shows murderous intention to my family will die." Zhang Yue said in a cold voice.

At this time, Zhang Xingyu had regained his freedom.

He stood beside Zhang Yue and looked at Zhang Yue with admiration.

Since he was a child, he knew that his brother was a hero of the human race, and the person he admired the most was also his brother.

"Do you want to kill me?"

"To be honest, although your strength is strong enough to suppress me, you can't kill me." Hei-robe figure said with a smile, with a look of Zhang Yue having no choice but to deal with him.

"You know a lot. As a high-level true god of the Necromancer."

"The database should be updated in time." Zhang Yue said with a smile. In the world of heaven, the most undesirable method is to deal with the undead clan.

The other three top races all have their own methods to deal with the undead clan

"So what? Your defense is even shocked by the God King. But what can that happen?"

"Can you kill me?" Hei-robe figure said arrogantly.

"I'm afraid you don't even have the means to keep my soul."

"Now I let me go, everything has not happened. I swear that I will not attack the human race in the future." The black robe said, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

There will be no promises in the Necromance to a race that makes them the highest.

"You're thinking too much."

At this time, a gold coin appeared in Zhang Yue's hand, and he gently bounced into the sky, then exploded and disappeared.

Not long after, a portal door was opened not far from Zhang Yue, and a traveler came out.

"Oh, Zhang Yue, my dear friend, is there anything wrong with calling me?" The merchant clan looked at Zhang Yue, and then looked at the undead clan trapped by Zhang Yue.

"What is the price for the first one of the high-level true gods and undead clan?" Zhang Yue asked.

"The Necromancer, the High-level True God!"

"That's a tightly sold goods among the gods."

"This high-level true god of the Necromancer, friend, do you want to sell it?" asked the people from the Youzhuang clan.

"Yes, he wants to kill my brother and become a necromancer, and now I'm counterattacking."

"Now I sell it, there should be no causal disputes." Zhang Yue said.

"Absolutely, the Necromancers are all people with indifferent temperaments. Even if their family members are killed, they will remain indifferent." The Youshan clan said excitedly, surrounding the trapped Necromancers' high-level true gods.

"Talk about the price directly, how much is the divine source." Zhang Yue asked.

"Thirty thousand gods." said the people from the business clan.

"Thirty thousand gods?" Zhang Yue said with a frown, feeling less than he had imagined.

"This is why the Necromancer tribe is tightly sold."

"Because there are many high-level true gods in the Necromancer clan, if the price is too high, it will cause many unnecessary causal disputes."

"The same is true for the other top races. Even the high-end true gods will not be sold too high."

"There must be formal causal disputes." The people from the business clan explained.

"Okay, 30,000 divine sources are 30,000 divine sources." Zhang Yue said.

"Okay!" said the people from the business clan, taking out a contract.

This is formed by the cosmic will, and this contract is witnessed by the cosmic will.

After Zhang Yue signed the contract, he obtained 30,000 gods.

"No, Zhang Yue, you can't treat me like this." The black robe figure began to feel a little panicked now.

The worst result for the Necromancer tribe is that it falls into the hands of the gods. They are proficient in various means of torture the Necromancer tribe, even more than their Necromancer tribe's torture ordinary souls.

"Aren't you very arrogant just now?"

"Since I can't kill you, I'll send you to the gods to have fun."

Zhang Yue said as if he remembered something, and turned to the people of the business clan and said, "Please send him to the gods who are the most capable of tortureting the undead clan."

"The gods who can torture the high-level true gods of the Necromancer clan are extremely proficient in the means of torture the Necromancer clan."

"Even high-end products like this, even the main gods in the gods will buy them quietly." The people from the traveler clan said to Zhang Yue in a low voice.

"That's good!" Zhang Yue nodded with satisfaction.

Then the merchant clan took out a crystal ball and put the undead clan in, then opened a portal, waved his hand with Zhang Yue and walked in.

After the people of the sad clan left, only the brothers Zhang Yue and Zhang Xingyu were left.

"You are lucky. I thought you could walk sideways in the Cape Continent that I gave you."

"I didn't expect that the first time you used the Earth Soul clone, you met the undead clan that restrained him."

"It's still a high-level true god. You're so lucky." Zhang Yue patted Zhang Xingyu's shoulder with a smile.

"Brother, don't laugh at me anymore. If it weren't for your Earth Soul Clan, I would have almost died here."

"Brother, thank you!" Zhang Xingyu said gratefully.

"Boy, you're polite to me." Zhang Yue burned, patted Zhang Xingyu's head gently, and then slapped a new low-scoring clone into Zhang Xingyu's body.

"By the way, there is this." Zhang Yue said and handed Zhang Xingyu the 30,000 sources of gods.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Take it and take it as your pocket money to you." Zhang Yue said generously.

"Brother, you have given too much. I can't use it!" Zhang Xingyu has learned the value of the divine source in the past few years in the Haikao Continent.

"Then let you go first, and then you will be half of your sister after you return to the human territory." Zhang Yue waved his hand and said indifferently.
Chapter completed!