And they are not afraid of death.

Even if his head is cut off, he can still continue to fight.

No one is besieged.

They will all die of despair.

"You dare to show your shame in front of me in the corpse refining lane?"

Looking at these zombies.

Xiao Changfeng's eyes showed disdain.

The old man in sackcloth's corpse refining skills is inferior to Nanweng Tianmu's.

Although the zombies here all look vicious.

But its weaknesses are also fatal.

"The evil fire that transforms bones, come out!"

The left hand reaches out.

Immediately, black evil fire that turned into bones flew out from it.

Seeing these zombies, the fire spirit was very excited.

He immediately let out a wild cry and rushed forward.

The black sea of ​​fire was overwhelming.

The sound of chi chi is endless.

Just a moment.

The old man in sackcloth was shocked to find out.

An army of zombies that you have spent no time refining.

All of them turned into fly ash.

"This... what kind of flame is this? It can actually burn my babies!"

The old man in sackcloth could no longer remain calm.

He would feel distressed for a long time when losing a zombie.

At this time, they were all destroyed.

Instantly his face became distorted.

There was crazy anger in his eyes.

"Witchcraft: Evil Ghost Eats Souls!"

The whole face of the old man in sackcloth was extremely dark.

It started to squirm even more quickly.

It felt like there were millions of bugs crawling on my face.

Then a cloud of black mist flew out of his face.

Turned into a blurry ghost.

Ghostly and sinister.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

But even if the sun shines.

The ghost is not weak at all.

Obviously the quality is not low.

This is the most powerful witchcraft of the old man in sackcloth.

Able to swallow the souls of others.

And this ghost shadow.

It was the ghost that he formed after devouring one thousand, three hundred and fifty people.

The destruction of the zombie army.

It made him really angry.

At this time, this ghost shadow will be used to devour Xiao Changfeng's soul.

Kill Xiao Changfeng.

Whoa! The ghost is very fast.

It turned into a black light and flew towards Xiao Changfeng.

The Bone-Transforming Evil Fire can burn flesh and blood and destroy the physical body.

But it can't affect this ghost shadow.

Immediately, the ghost passed through the sea of ​​fire and came to Xiao Changfeng.

"Elder Xiao, be careful, that's witchcraft!"

The Holy Lady of Deer Spirit stood up in surprise.

He reminded Xiao Changfeng loudly.

This kind of witchcraft that specifically hurts the soul is hard to guard against.

Ordinary means are even more difficult to resist.

It is precisely because of this.

Witchcraft is so precious.

"Haha, go to hell, you dared to look down on witchcraft before, now let's see how you resist it!"

Yuanji's eyes widened, full of excitement and anticipation.

Barbarians generally respect physical fitness.

Defense against witchcraft is very poor.

Therefore, there is a huge fear of witchcraft and wizards.

Yuan Ji thought Xiao Changfeng was like this too.

At this time, it seemed that Xiao Changfeng's soul was being torn apart by ghosts and in pain.

And Lang Ben and the witchcraft messenger.

He also looked over with burning eyes.

"Vulnerable!"

Amidst everyone's expectations and tension.

Xiao Changfeng smiled faintly.

Then spiritual consciousness came out.

Before this ghost had time to struggle, it was directly crushed by the huge divine consciousness.

In an instant.
Chapter completed!