Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Xiaoyu handed the white bone ring to Luo Qing.

"It seems to be useless." She walked into the portal with some regret: "Fortunately, this is not Xiangjiang."

Luo Qing played with the white bone ring in his hand, thinking about something and followed into the portal. The death of the evil spirit did not seem to allow more gods to descend into his body.

And the god position backfired just now. It is obvious that those shrill roars are part of the god position.

The old man said that this is the magic researched by the wizards of the past generations, but what Luo Qing is thinking is, what is this kind of god made of?

It seems a little unstable. If the gods can be bewitched by magic, is this a powerful auxiliary force, or is it a time bomb placed in one's body?

Or in other words, what is the difference between the belief that is disliked by wizards and mages, and this kind of opera apotheosis?

"Luo Qing, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoyu's voice interrupted Luo Qing's thoughts, he looked up and saw the concerned eyes of Chen Long and Xiaoyu.

A gentle smile appeared on his face: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about my teacher, after all, he doesn't seem to be in that good condition."

The old man paused, cast a glance at Luo Qing and said indifferently: "Of course he is not good. To judge the gods, you need to use your own ideas to pry the beliefs of the gods. He will be impacted by those ideas. People who are not firm enough, That's enough to make a madman."

Luo Qing paused, nodded, and just about to say something, the black energy that had just subsided began to move around again.

The expressions of Luo Qing and the old man changed at the same time, and they looked to the north, where something...was recovering!

"Holy Lord, what the hell is he going to do?" Dad murmured solemnly, before he activated the teleportation magic, his expression changed again.

Luo Qing turned his head to look to the west, with a trace of doubt in his eyes. Logically speaking, shouldn't the Holy Master only stare at the devil's things?

What is he trying to do now?

"Split up, Dad goes to the north, Luo Qing, you go to the west, if you can't beat them, call your master, that old guy won't die so easily."

Sorry for the bad condition today, the number of words is less, I will try to make up for it later

Chapter 195 King of the Dead

(Digital Chapter)

The green portal slowly closed.

Chen Long, Tru, and Xiaoyu were a little dazed. This time, the father left too fast, and he didn't even leave any explanations. They were still not used to it.

Luo Qing looked towards the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun slowly dissipated at this moment.

The round moon did not know when it climbed to the sky, shedding bright moonlight, which brought a sense of healing to the broken city.

"Blood" Luo Qing intends to call for Xueyi to go with him. After all, Xueyi is very strong, even if he is weak, it can help him.

"I'm going too!" Xiaoyu looked at Luo Qing and said expectantly.

Dad, she doesn't dare to make demands, Luo Qing is different, after all, she is the same age.

"No, it's too dangerous, Xiaoyu, you have to go back to the hotel with me, these things should be handled by powerful people."

Chen Long grabbed Xiaoyu's sweater by the hood and seriously rejected her proposal.

Although he didn't go to the capital with him, he already felt the danger of those evil gods even after the appearance of the Mirror God.

If it wasn't for the father to speak, he would even stop Luo Qing, after all, he is also a child.

"But Uncle Long, I can also use magic." Xiaoyu stretched out her hand as she said, and the peach blossom mark instantly turned into a staff: "I also caught more than 20 magicians in front of me, and sent them to prison."

Chen Long paused, but still did not compromise: "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

Xiaoyu struggled slightly, and after realizing that she would be lifted up at any time, she lowered her head dejectedly, looking disappointed.

Luo Qing thought for a while, but did not refute Chen Long. He motioned to the group of bound people not far away, smiled and said: "Xiaoyu, you and Uncle Long should send the second batch of magicians you caught into the prison now." Prison, Bloody Clothes, come with me."

A streak of blood flashed directly from Xiaoyu's body back to Luo Qing's back, staying with more than 40 ghost tattoos that returned to their original positions after Daolong's arrival.

"Ah~ what's the matter?"

Xiaoyu complained in a low voice, and at the same time complained in her heart to Chen Long, who obviously never grabbed a hat before

Luo Qing didn't say much, turned around, and the Rabbit Charm erupted, disappeared in place in an instant, and went straight to the west.

Huaguo is huge, no matter what kind of meaning it is.

Obviously, a city with a million people fell into the despair brought by God, but the other cities on the road were still in a peaceful scene and were not affected at all.

The bloody coat appeared behind Luo Qing, hugged his neck tightly, and the bloody hair was blown into disorder by the wind under the rapid advance of the rabbit charm.

"Luo Qing, help me find the Mayan Sun Wheel."

Xue Yi's voice was muffled, it seemed to be low, or it seemed to be something else.

Luo Qing paused, and his speed slowed down a little. Feeling the revived dark breath in the western desert, he asked with some doubts, "Maya sun wheel? What is that?"

He recalled his memory, and it seemed that this term did not appear, but he felt very familiar and weird, and he always felt that he had heard it somewhere before.

"The Mayan sun wheel is on the altar where the sun god's crown descends. It is a thing that records the viewing time, but it has withstood the power of the sun god's crown descending, and has established a deep connection with the sun. It is a sacred object of the Mayan civilization. It, the princess can awaken the power of the past."

Bloody's tone was a little hopeful, and the hands holding Luo Qing's neck were tightly tightened, as if she had seen the Goddess of Earth that she had never seen in the legend.

Luo Qing was taken aback, it was Xiaoyu's equipment again, the spell book represented the shadow, the mahogany wand represented the saint, and the god of the roulette, this is super god.

"I see, I'll let the black hands look for it." Luo Qing nodded and said, since he felt familiar but hadn't heard of it, it's likely that it's those fragments that are vague in the memory of the traverser, and if that's the case, it won't be difficult to find.

"Thank you, I can feel the princess's dependence on the shadow. Now the world is recovering faster and faster. Even with the magic talent of the princess, it can't quickly reach the power that matches the world. If you only use the shadow There will definitely be problems."

Xue Yi said very sincerely, with sincere gratitude in her tone, hatred made her an evil spirit, but it didn't mean that she just wanted to fall into hatred, now the princess is everything to her, the only one in her life Light.

"It should." Luo Qing responded softly, but his speed slowed down abruptly, and he murmured solemnly: "Did you feel it?"

The gratitude on Xue Yi's face also quickly disappeared, and was replaced by a dignified expression like Luo Qing's. She flew to Luo Qing's side, looked at the black clouds above the desert in front of her: "What is this? Good... a special breath. "

Ahead, outside the ancient city named Gar, there was a piece of yellow sand, and the endless desert was shrouded in darkness, which gave the two people even more oppressive feeling than the mirror god.

"Corrupt, dead, powerful." Xueyi analyzed the feeling the breath gave her, with some hesitation on his face.

Some people in the city below have already noticed something unusual. Many passers-by who were leisurely or in a hurry raised their heads and looked at the black cloud on the east side of the city with serious expressions on their faces.

Then their footsteps became more hurried, which made the peaceful city more anxious. People who live by the desert know that this kind of weather is usually the precursor of the sandstorm. They need to go home and close the doors and windows to escape. This natural disaster.

Luo Qing's face was full of dignity, and he stopped directly on the tallest building in the city. Looking at the natural disaster in the distance, he solemnly spit out four words: "Necromancer!"

The bloody clothes trembled, and unnaturalness appeared in his eyes. As a member of the undead creatures, if we say that the profession that restrains them the most, it has never been a god or an angel, but a mage who is born with a full affinity for the dead, that is, he has already broken Inherited Necromancer!

This profession is very strange, it has never been something born in the Necromancer World itself.

All necromancers belong to groups outside the world of necromancers. They seem to be naturally chosen by the necromancers. Although they are living beings, they are favored and favored by the dead.

Even irrational evil spirits would never harm such people, but would instinctively help them when they were in danger.

It's like... a born leader.

They were born to bring misfortune to their families. All necromancers in this world are either orphans or stillborn.

Because in ancient times, people born with undead species or any race would burn that child to death as long as they had the ability.

This is also the reason why necromancers are rare and powerful, and the lich transformed by a powerful mage is actually a low-profile version of necromancers, so real necromancers can also use liches as summons.

"After the necromancer world was shattered, there shouldn't be necromancers in this world, why?" Xue Yi couldn't help asking.

But seeing the thicker and thicker dark clouds in front of her eyes, and the more and more weird aura, she was still a little speechless.

After all, the aura that wants her to be close is not fake, this is not comparable to that fake necromancer.

Those necromancers who rely on acquired practice are just a type of mage, and they can't even learn the signature undead ultimate move [Undead Scourge].

The [Death Sky] developed by later generations is just a low-profile version of the undead natural disaster.

This profession only depends on fate!

"A secret realm is opening. This necromancer may have been necromantic, and it may have existed in the time of the Holy Lord. Fortunately, the necromancer world no longer exists." Luo Qing thought of Nora, the succubus queen, Another remnant of the age of gods and demons has been opened.

The recovery of the world is steadily improving, and more and more ancient existences are bound to recover, and what he has to do is to control these recovery, so that the rate of improvement of the world can be kept in a controllable state.

As for the task on the side of order, he actually didn't care that much. Everything must be controlled.

Xue Yi thought of something and heaved a sigh of relief: "Yeah, fortunately the Necromancer World no longer exists."

A natural necromancer is very easy to call the world of the dead, and all the dead without wisdom in the world of the dead will come to guard without hesitation under the call of this natural king.

The call of the necromancer is even more effective than the words of some necromancers.

Luo Qing stopped talking, and looked at the scene in front of him, a little silent.

The wind blew up the yellow sand, and the yellow sand rolled up the black mist, which enveloped the world, and the city under his feet had lost all vitality, and every household closed their doors and windows, giving enough of the Necromancer's card.

hum~

A trembling feeling struck, and the sense of dilapidation in the desert became more and more obvious. In the interlayer of countless spaces, a secret realm slowly opened its mysterious veil, and the spirit of the dead was like ink in water. Smudged, gradually rendering the entire desert.

This may be the reason why this area has become a desert. In such a thick necrotic atmosphere, no plant can survive. Even the regular cacti in the desert are all dried up under the black mist.

Undead, corresponding to all living beings.

Luo Qing's eyes became more and more silent. He reached out and grabbed the slightly trembling arm of Xueyi, pressed her on the shoulder and turned her into a tattoo, and then walked from the highest point of the city.

The energy of the evil spirit flickered, and he stepped into the void with this step, and he actually advanced a thousand meters, just like the legendary fairy magic shrinks the ground into inches, which makes people feel surprised.

step~

The second step fell, and a huge darkness gradually appeared behind Luo Qing. This was what appeared after Luo Qing broke through to the Great Evil Spirit, and it was a field that belonged exclusively to him.

Things like Quinn's rain curtain, Holy Lord's burning cloud, and the necromancer's black mist in front of him.

The emergence of this kind of field makes it easier for its owner to take advantage of the home field, and it can also be regarded as a status symbol and unique.

Even if it is two domains with exactly the same appearance, you can still feel the difference from them, just like the necromancer in front and the lich who was first recovered, although they are both black clouds, they feel different.

In Luo Qing's domain, pairs of eyes were looming, as if countless evil spirits were peeping at the outside world, but instead of giving people a sense of trembling, there was a sense of majesty and indifference.

Like the underworld in the legend, although evil spirits are rampant, they are in order, fearful but not afraid.

Ahead, black mist gradually poured into the city. The corrupt and dead breath corroded some green plants outside the city, causing their vitality to drain rapidly. Wherever the black mist went, not a single blade of grass grew.

In the sky above Luoqing, the black cloud is getting bigger and bigger. Although a lot of evil spirit power was used to fight the mirror god, the current domain still faintly forms a confrontation with the black mist.

No matter what era the Great Evil Spirit is in, it cannot be called a weak person. It is a realm above the Archmage, and it has completely broken away from the lower level. It can be called the Great Lord in the Necromancer World, ruling over the undead.

hum~

The tremors in the space became more and more violent, and the black mist in front of him became thicker, and the strong corruption and dead silence made people feel suffocated.