Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Bai Mo stood, and next to him, there was Ding Yumian. At this time, her whole body was full of evil energy, and strands of blood-black cursed substance flew out of her body like mosquitoes, and continued to condense on the body half a foot away from her. Above a faint blue light.

If you look carefully, you will find that the fist-sized flower is like a ball of flame on top of the burning blue light, connected with a thin ray of brilliance, and at the other end of the brilliance, it just disappears into Ding Yumian's deathly pale face. between the eyebrows!

Ding Yumian has been in this state for a whole day, and the blood-colored mist-like curse power around her has gathered more and more. However, these curse powers also contain a strange vitality.

Therefore, it especially attracts the attention of the undead. I am afraid that they hide under the soil during the day and have long been salivating for the fragrant smell!

The bright moon had just hung in the sky and the night had covered the ground. They couldn't wait to crawl out of the soil.

There were even a few of them right in front of Bai Mo. Looking at those disgusting green and yellow eyes, Bai Mo waved his hand fiercely and shot out with his thoughts, causing the space to vibrate and a strong wind to blow out.

"Go away!"

The invisible force swept across and directly knocked away the undead in a circle around the two people. There were at least a dozen rotting corpses whose bodies were smashed by the strong force, and the undead crystals inside were even more shattered.

The undead rotting corpses that were a little further away were all rolled down the hillside by the majestic force, becoming an obstacle to the undead who wanted to come up.

At a glance, they are all slave-level minions, but there are still a lot of them, about fifty, and more undead seem to be wandering from a distance.

Bai Mo sighed. In this ancient capital, there is a coffin every five steps and a tomb every ten steps. There is a nest of undead on a small hillside. There are really many.

The moonlit door opened, and the wind spirit flew out.

"Little Fengling, if you see those things, those who get close will be destroyed immediately."

Bai Mo pointed at the mass of undead under the hillside. Feng Ling waved his hand excitedly, and suddenly a strong wind raged down from the top of the hillside in all directions. The strong airflow was even more powerful than Bai Mo's retreat. It blew up a circle of rotting corpses from the bottom of the hillside and blew them farther away.

I don’t know how many were killed, but the effect was obviously good.

"Uh-huh?"

Feng Ling tilted his head and felt that the effect was not very good. A strong wind could not wipe out all these guys.

"That's right, let's do it this way." Bai Mo felt very satisfied. These rotting corpses didn't move very fast, and they would be crippled even slower if they were knocked down.

In this way, Feng Ling can always maintain the cleanliness of the undead in this area, and those who cannot be blown away by her strong wind need to be dealt with more seriously.

For example, the skeleton at the bottom of the mountain has a black-gold color and is the size of an adult. It looks scary and evil. It has no momentum, but it cannot be blown away by the wind.

Sensing the different reactions of the skeleton, Feng Ling realized that it was a war general. The aura emanating from his body immediately condensed a long and narrow wind blade and attacked the Wujin skeleton.

"Kaka!"

The sound of bones clashing with each other was extremely loud. Wujin Skull blocked it with his hands in front of him, but the bones that were harder than gold and stone had no effect at all.

The wind spirit is already at the commander level, and every wind blade is extremely condensed and sharp. Although there is no abnormality, it is like a magical weapon that blows and breaks hair. There is just a crisp sound, and the Wujin Skull blocks the hands in front of him. It suddenly broke off, and the wind blade cut his body in two without losing its power.

However, for the undead, especially skeletons, missing arms and legs is not a serious injury at all. The upper half of the body that fell on the ground was directly supported by the arms.

Then he reconnected the palms that were cut off by Feng Ling, reached forward with both hands, grabbed the fallen lower half of the body, and pressed it on his body. His body stood up intact as before, and he was about to walk toward the second person on the hillside. People come to kill.

This weak undead has no fear, and its only instinct is killing and bloodthirsty. Without breaking the undead crystal, the undead will not truly die.

Therefore, Bai Mo was not surprised by this, and just said to the dumbfounded little Fengling on the side:

"These things are undead. It's useless for you to break them in half. You have to break their undead crystals."

Bai Mo, an undead creature like the Wujin Skeleton, has seen records in books. This kind of monster has an ordinary body shape, but its bones weigh more than ten thousand kilograms. They are extremely hard and have powerful attack power. Even ordinary defensive magic cannot stop their two hits. .

And their undead crystals are located in the hard skull defense.

Bai Mo stretched out his hand and turned his thoughts into claws to directly capture the Wujin Skeleton. Facing Feng Ling, he hooked his fingers and lifted up the Wujin Skull's skull.

Pointing to a black crystal inside, he said to Feng Ling, "This is the undead crystal. If you crush it, the monster will die."

"Uh-huh!" Little Fengling nodded seriously, indicating that she had remembered everything. She raised her hand and struck a wind blade, which flashed past and split the undead crystal into two.

"The location of the undead crystals of each type of undead is different. Don't keep staring at other people's heads."

Bai Mo added, signaling Xiao Fengling to keep an eye on the undead and not let them get close, while he started practicing.

Wind Spirit took aim at the circle of rotting corpses and undead that were once again surrounding them. This time, there was no need for strong winds to blow them away. The small body spun around, and a whirlwind immediately spread out. As the whirlwind spread, its size also increased. There are more and more, and the wind is getting more and more urgent! Forming a huge tornado covering the entire hillside!

The violent tornado was no different from the Tribulation Xun Wind Dragon released by Bai Mo. In the blink of an eye, it rolled up a large mass of rotting corpses under the hillside. The wind wall with strong tearing force seemed to be dancing with dragon claws, pulling these corpses away. The rotting corpses were torn apart, and all the rotting corpses that had been torn apart by sharp claws were turned into pieces of flesh.

In the end, it turned into a large unknown object and was thrown to the ground, let alone the undead crystal.

If Bai Mo still had his eyes open, he would be a little speechless. He said that with precision guidance, it was covered by firepower when it reached Fengling's place.

After a night of fighting, even Feng Ling felt a little tired. As soon as Bai Mo finished practicing and opened her eyes, she returned to the summoning plane to sleep.

Standing up from the ground, Bai Mo looked around and saw many flesh and blood fragments of rotting corpses. It seemed that Wind Spirit had killed many rotting corpses last night. Do you think the number of undead in this area can be reduced tonight?

It would take another seven or eight days for Yu Mian to refine his evil body, and Bai Mo felt that the next time should be easier.

The sun in the ancient capital seems to be warmer than in other places, perhaps because the ancient capital is too cold at night.

The undead are the mortal enemies of the living, so at first glance, you can rarely see dense woods in this area, and there are no animals.

Next to Ding Yumian, the blood-black curse gas became even more intense, even covering three meters around her. Bai Mo had to retreat a little further.

The power of these curses was far more powerful than he imagined. At first, he only encountered some curse gas, and half of the wind that protected his mind suddenly dissipated.

Another sunrise.

Su Ming held the last gray garlic given by his grandfather in his hand, looking at the sunlight that represented hope in the past, but the darkness in his eyes was not illuminated.

Everyone in the village died at the hands of those people. He didn't know what those black monsters were, nor who those people were, nor why they, who were so indifferent to the world, suffered such a disaster.