Chapter 333

Berelika wanders in the sea of skeletons like an invisible ghost. The thunder in the sky is like a dragon, chopping down in a disorderly way. Whether it's a black skeleton or a demon, frost elements are hit. Berelika knew that she had to make a quick decision. Skeletons were inexhaustible. Her summon didn't last long.

The dragon, durnharve, looks down at the vampire. He swings his wings, turns a wide arc and begins to dive.

Berelica watched the giant with a wingspan of more than 30 feet plummet and began to counter impact. It was like a condor killing a thin fox.

Looking at the opportunity, bereka jumps and grabs the dragon's claw. Dunharvey turns to crush the vampire on the ground.

Berelika escapes, spills a bottle of corrosive medicine on the dragon's belly, then waves a dagger like lightning to open the dragon's belly, and gets into the wound before being thrown away.

Du en Harvey felt shameful pain, low chant dragon roar, "Zhe - zegu!" The Bronze Dragon body turns into a light blue haze, from which berelica falls, knocking down two black skeletons. The previous adventure is useless.

"Dragon!" came from the gate

Serena arrived here and saw her mother fighting with the dragon. She forgot to breathe for a moment. She was even more frightened when she saw berelica fall into the sea of skeletons. She didn't feel relieved until two ice cones flew out of the deep and tumbling corpses.

Berelika turns her head to see her daughter coming. She immediately smiles. She avoids the attack of the black skeleton, holds the ancient scroll in her hands, rubs an ice cone around the scroll, and hits serana, "serana, take the scroll, run!"

Serana's trip was just for her mother's sake. How could she leave her alone and immediately take out a dagger, summon two demon warriors and lead them to join the war.

Du en Harvey flies back to the wall and pokes out his slender neck. The dragon head is as fierce as a demon. He inhales gently.

Each dragon has its own vomit eyes. While they master the spirit, they also change the body and soul for the power of the spirit. As the regulator of the underworld, what dunharvey is best at is the mark of death, which weakens the enemy's armor, vitality and magic power, and makes them become fish on the chopping board. Then they can enjoy the delicious food slowly, whether it's a feast It all depends on his mood

"Kerry roo!" [dragon roar: the mark of death]

"sun, burning soul, flame!" [vomit eyes: the breath of burning clouds]

a purple air stream at the top of the wall collides with the golden red jet coming from the main entrance. Where the two meet, the flame and magic energy surge and burst into a dense bright color light mass. The shock waves line up and blow everything above the earth away.

Serena beat back the black skeleton in mid air. She turned her head and saw that the boy was the reinforcements.

He sat on the skeleton horse, but his young body made such an earth shaking roar.

Tuliano sat behind Lu Zhengkang and gave out a simple laugh, "find the treasure, find the treasure!" Before his words were heard, he was thrown off the horse by Lu Zhengkang. The boy patted the horse on the back, and the burning skeleton began to charge.

"Kiirdobron, krifvothahkrin!" murmured dunharvey in his throat

"Nuzhifenluftdinok!"

The boy roared, "God armour, god soldier, God power!"

God down to earth!

A man and a horse are all wearing armor in the strong white light. The magic power fills their scattered flesh and blood, attaches a solid shield to them, and gives them reliable weapons.

The boy turned into a tall god general, holding a pure white light gun, and the bone horse in his crotch was wearing a tight fitting heavy armor. The purple flame burned in his footprints, paving a road of destruction.

It's the knight's charge to death and the dragon!

The young man held up his spear and stabbed at it horizontally. None of the thousands of skulls could stop the second closing. The black bones were flying like a noisy fireworks. The knight's charge cut a smooth path in the enemy.

This is the secret legend of the lion prime minister. Six grades of martial arts - huanhou sixteen guns! Marquis Huan of the Han Dynasty was not only Zhang Fei, with the word Yide, but also one of the five tiger generals of Shu Han in the Three Kingdoms period.

The thunder from the sky hit him. The knight was well guarded and resisted an electric current. The light snake ran on the surface of the white armor. The weakness of his soul made him roar up to the sky.

It is a great thing in life to fight against death with such will!

Lu Zhengkang's shooting skill is more and more fierce. One sweep is a piece, and a bunch is a string. He suddenly runs out hundreds of steps, faster and faster. The wind is sharp in his ears. The world is blurred, leaving only the Cologne standing on the wall.

"Finzinszindlosdii!"

With the help of the summoner, the vampire mother and daughter gathered together. Serana pointed to the charging teenager and said to her mother, "look, that's him. He slaughtered our clan and imprisoned her father."

"A soul?""No, it's just the part he peeled off."

"And where did he go himself?"

"That's what I want to know. He seems to be in trouble."

"There is no more trouble in the whole soul grave than this dragon, unless..." Berelika squinted and watched the boy throw a long gun at dunharvey, like a meteor shooting at the moon.

"Except for what?"

"Unless he meets the real owner here."

"You mean..."

"Lord of truth!"

……

In the quiet walk corridor, Lu Zhengkang walks quickly. His light is fading away. In the darkness ahead, he sees the candle burning, just like a Kongming lamp in the night sky. It's erratic and unreal. He's trying to attract moths to explore.

Lu Zhengkang didn't want to chase the light, but he had to move forward on such a road, surrounded by unbreakable stone walls, not to mention that he was in a weak state now, even if his real body was here, there was no good way.

Lu Zhengkang doesn't doubt that he was drawn here by the owner of the soul tombs. Of course, he can imagine that there is a dead enemy of the Lord of truth who wants to woo him, but the possibility is very small, and the idea is ridiculous. The Lord of truth may be the original spirit left over from the creation of the world, or the waistcoat of some holy spirit or demon God, which is no different to Lu Zhengkang.

Just like for a fat chicken, it doesn't matter whether it is eaten by a dog or a person.

Looking at the murals with their own glimmer of light, those figures are so sad, whether they have walked slowly along this road, leaving behind joy and unforgettable, and finally become silent stones waiting for their cherished beauty.

There was another gust of wind deep in the passage.

Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes, and the girl put her arms around his neck from behind.

"Deer, Zheng Kang, hee hee."