"Wan La!"
"I'm in this coffin again."
"Sleep, sleep. When we wake up, they will probably be dead."
"There is nothing that can't be solved by sleeping. If there is, then sleep again."
"..."
The resentment in the coffin is open-minded.
Since it has come, let's make the best of it.
It's not like they haven't come in before.
Next is the part they are best at, which is to keep the old man alive.
Qin Ze looked up and saw that the surface of the coffin that suppressed the resentment was covered with dense cracks.
Obviously, this artifact has reached its limit of use.
The surface of the artifact spirit is still gray, and it has not recovered its freedom after the resentment was stripped from Qin Ze.
The president saw that the resentment was stripped off and went straight to the coffin.
Qin Ze hurriedly said in the LAN: "Don't let him touch the coffin!"
If the president touches the coffin, he can merge with the resentment and then master the artifact spirit.
No wonder the coffin and the weapon spirit are so close that they can touch each other by turning around. It turns out that they are all prepared for this moment.
Taking advantage of the moment when the barrier dimmed, Brother Devouring made a deafening sonic boom in the air, and hit the side of the president with an iron mountain, causing him to deviate from the course.
"Go touch the coffin."
Qin Ze gave an order, and the clones rushed to the coffin like locusts.
"Stop them!"
After receiving the president's order, the wandering corpses blocked the coffin in groups.
Their movement speed is fast, and they are not affected by the barrier, so they are the first to occupy the high ground.
But the president dare not let them touch the coffin.
The wandering corpses can only execute simple commands, such as charge and retreat.
If the wandering corpses get the Demon Suppression Hall, they don't know how to use it at all.
The final result is very likely that both the enemy and us will be refined together.
The president was quite envious of the clones fighting with the zombies.
If he had such a loyal group of subordinates, he would be able to accomplish his great cause in no time.
"This road is blocked!"
Brother Devourer clung to the president, which profoundly demonstrated what it meant to follow closely.
The president was annoyed to death. Brother Devourer was too tough and could not be killed in a short time.
If he was left alone, he would cling to him like a dog-skin plaster.
On the other side, the King of Dharma was charging towards the coffin with his clones.
A large group of zombies turned to ashes in the flash of lightning.
But because of the existence of gray fog, they could recover instantly.
At the same time, the debuff of gray fog also acted on the clones.
With two approaches, everyone could not move for a while.
The King of Magic cursed in the LAN: "Where are all the auxiliary players? Are they all old and cold-legged? We have been fighting for such a long time and still no one is around!"
Soon, the King of Magic got a reply from Ah Bing in the LAN.
"The Lord of Light Prayer has arrived!"
Ah Bing stepped over the space barrier and sprinkled a large group of smiley pollen on the clones.
"You have been strengthened and can go and send."
The smiley pollen offset part of the debuff of the gray fog, and its powerful healing and purification abilities also extended the clones' standing time.
The white fog of war suddenly spread in the space, giving the clones another layer of "frenzy" strengthening.
"Fortunately, we caught up."
The Lord of Mist breathed a sigh of relief.
He was not very lucky. Before the team battle began, he was teleported to the edge of the Demon Suppression Hall by the changed space rules, and it took him a long time to get here.
The fog of war made the zombies lose their sense of direction.
They became drunkards, staggering when they walked.
The King of Fa shouted "Come on", and led his clones to push forward a long way.
"The protagonist who can turn the tide always has to appear at the end."
The magician with full special effects appeared gorgeously.
Cards flew up and down around him, dotted with countless twinkling stars.
"Don't..."
The Lord of Mist hurried to stop him, but it was too late.
The moment the magician entered the field, he threw out a star card of magic skills.
The magician opened his arms and said with a crooked mouth: "Reverse the situation!"
The card shattered into bright starlight, and the ability began to work.
A black shadow identical to it appeared next to each zombie present.
The shadow inherited all the attributes of the zombie, ignored physical attacks, and could be resurrected through gray fog.
The number of zombies doubled instantly, and the advantage that the clones had just gained was taken back.
"Fuck! Who told this guy to draw cards?"
"I'm so mad! How can we win a team battle with such a bug teammate?"
"Please, old man, please stop using your magic power."
"Classic start, hit my teammates hard."
"..."
The Mist Lord's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, staring at the magician expressionlessly.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on the magician's old face: "The Thousand-Li Horse is also..."If you stumble, I will draw another card from the designated row. "
The Lord of Mist showed his Mist Blade: "Do you want a hand or a card?"
The magician smiled bitterly.
The president, who was fighting with Brother Devourer not far away, raised his eyebrows when he saw the strange card.
"Is that a fortune?"
"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise."
The president almost laughed "hehehe".
The infinitely reborn zombies made the clones anxious, and the most important thing was that they were still being released.
The magician said to the Lord of Mist beside him: "Let me draw another card, the situation will never get worse than it is now."
Qin Ze, who was concentrating on devouring, said: "Let him draw."
The helpless Lord of Mist could only let go.
The magician was beaming with joy: "I told myself a fortune on the way here, and today's luck is very good. "
After saying that, the magician threw out a divine skill immediately for fear that Qin Ze would regret it.
Boom——
The card shattered, and a golden beam of light shot up into the sky.
The clone that had just fallen down in the last second stood up again in the next second, and no matter how serious the injury was, it healed again.
It was just that he lost his sense of direction, and his fists always missed.
On the other hand, the zombies were dead.
Even if the gray fog existed, they could never be reborn.
The magician almost jumped up excitedly: "Polar reversal!"
The circus and the zombies exchanged domain effects.
The gray fog acted on the clones, and the fog of war gave the fanaticism to the zombies.
The zombies that lost their infinite lifespan shattered at the touch of a finger.
No matter how many of them there were, they could not stop the clones from advancing.
"What did I say before? The magician can't always pull. "
"Come on, big brother who can draw cards. "
"You know, magician, I have always stood by you, but they barked too loudly and covered my voice."
"..."
Listening to the avatars' nagging, the magician snorted coldly: "What a face!"
Qin Ze opened his eyes at this time, and the source of the Nine Netherworld was completely refined by him.
The president's hook operation failed, and he could no longer split the source of the Nine Netherworld from the golden source of the gods.
"Old bastard, die for me!"
Qin Ze unfolded his beast form and soared into the sky carrying Miss Sword Box.
Seeing this, the president said in a deep voice: "You really gave me one surprise after another."
"But your struggle is ultimately in vain. "
The Nine Nether shadow behind him merged with the president, and the powerful aura that burst out instantly repelled Brother Devourer.
Since the hook action failed, the Nine Nether Origin did not need to continue to be released.
The president, whose entity had suddenly expanded, stretched out his right hand and reached for the coffin.
And Qin Ze entered the void and traveled through it, his target was also the coffin.