Elven History Song

Just before the Ghost King made his move, Ling Aohan was only slightly aware of the faint existence of a living being behind him. Ling Aohan thought it was a bug. It was not until the moment before the Ghost King made his move that Ling Aohan realized that it was a human being and that his skills were almost ready. . When he actually saw this person, Ling Aohan realized that something was very wrong with him.

Black mist rose from the Ghost King's right hand. Ling Aohan didn't know what it was, but his intuition told him that he must interrupt this skill.

The fire of the soul ignited and engulfed him in an instant. But the information fed back by Soul Fire told Ling Aohan that the blow did not hit him.

The cold light flashed, and before the soul fire was completely extinguished, Ling Aohan's sword had already followed.

There was a sound of metal collision, and the Ghost King blocked Ling Aohan's slash with his left hand hidden under his robe.

His entire right arm was covered with black mist. Ling Aohan did not stop his skills, but instead fell into an unobjective situation. The Ghost King's left hand tightly grasped Ling Aohan's sword blade. Ling Aohan wanted to take back the sword, but he couldn't pull it away.

The Ghost King's right hand roared towards Ling Aohan. It was a skill that did not exist in normal magic. Once it was touched, Ling Aohan's body would gradually turn into a corpse until he died.

"Sixth level spiritual skill: Cold Star Flash."

Jiaxieshi's figure turned into a silver-white cold star and rushed straight towards the Ghost King, leaving a dazzling trajectory behind him.

The Ghost King saw Jia Xie's movements and had no choice but to let go of his hand and retreat back to avoid it. Ling Aohan retreated, and Jiaxie used the second-level teleportation magic Dance of Light to surprise him in front of the Ghost King. The Ghost King had no time to think, and struck directly at Jia Xie with his right hand.

"Spear of Judgment!"

Ling Aohan condensed a golden spear in his hand and threw it at the Ghost King. The Ghost King's eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the spear thrown by Ling Aohan, but on the other side, Jiaxie held a long sword condensed with light and slashed diagonally towards him. His neck.

There was a crisp collision sound and a sizzling sound like when sulfuric acid corrodes an object. The ghost king's right hand blocked Ling Aohan's spear. The spear was swallowed by the black mist. The sacred light gradually dissipated, and the spear It was corroded into countless broken and rusty residues. The Ghost King took his left hand out from under his robe and grabbed Jia Xieshi's sword. Only then did he see clearly that all that was left of the Ghost King's left hand was pale bones.

Ling Aohan flashed behind the Ghost King and slashed his sword from top to bottom. Although the Ghost King did not see Ling Aohan's movements, he immediately let go of Jia Xieshi's sword and dodged aside based on his intuition.

Ling Aohan returned to Jia Xieshi's side. He used gestures to tell Jia Xieshi to stay back and not to get close to him unless absolutely necessary.

Jiaxie smiled evilly and took two steps back to express his agreement.

Ling Aohan took two steps forward, raised his sword with his right hand, and the soul fire ignited and extinguished instantly. Ling Aohan had appeared behind the Ghost King, and the sword blade slashed across his back.

The magician's robe on the Ghost King was torn apart by this sword, but what was exposed was the white bones. Except for his right hand and the exposed upper half of his face, all the Ghost King's body was left with bones.

His bones have a hardness beyond any metal, and even Ling Aohan's sword blade cannot cause much actual damage to him.

That is the defense enhancement of earth magic. The unique magic of Hokuriku is earth magic.

The fire of the soul ignited from the blade of the sword, and Ling Aohan's figure was divided into four, appearing in the four directions in front, back, left and right of the Ghost King.

Yan Hui·Chan·Cross Cut

Four Ling Aohan slashed at the Ghost King in the center at the same time, and their trajectories formed a cross. Then the four phantoms disappeared, and Ling Aohan appeared behind the Ghost King.

Ling Aohan raised his arm slightly, and the sword blade trembled slightly, leaving countless afterimages passing through the Ghost King's body.

Ten Thousand Shadows Continuously Kill

At that moment, Ling Aohan slashed countless swords at the Ghost King with his extreme speed.

This skill was learned by Ling Aohan and Ling Aoyan. Ling Aoyan can attack the enemy a hundred times with any item in his hand in an instant. Ling Aohan can slash tens of thousands of times, but the actual destructive power is still the same as Ling Aoyan's. Absolute power is more dominant.

After the slashing, the Ghost King stood motionless. Ling Aohan walked back to Jia Xieshi, but at that moment, he suddenly realized a problem: the evening bell did not ring.

Ling Aohan would hear the evening bell ringing before any living thing died, but this time he did not hear the evening bell ringing.

Ling Aohan turned to look at where the Ghost King was. The Ghost King was still standing there, motionless, his eyes always looking at Ling Aohan.

"It's not over yet. The Ghost King is a necromancer, so he won't die that easily."

Jiaxie gave Ling Aohan some important information. Ling Aohan turned around and faced the Ghost King, and the two looked at each other.

But the Ghost King has not moved yet. Ling Aohan has no way to judge whether the Ghost King is still alive through his breath perception. Ling Aohan cannot detect his breath when fighting him.

The title of Ghost King is not false. He is one of the few people in the world who has mastered necromancy magic. Necromancy magic is not as restrictive to humans as ordinary magic, but it has a very heavy price. Once you become a necromancer magician, you will gradually assimilate into the undead. This process is very painful, and the whole body seems to be corroded. Be patient, and repeat this torture every day until you completely become undead. After becoming an undead, the whole person has become a soulless corpse, unable to die or experience the feeling of being alive.

More than 95% of the Ghost King has been assimilated into the undead, and the remaining ones are no longer important to him. Soon the Ghost King will be completely assimilated into the undead.

Suddenly, the Ghost King moved. He raised his head slightly and waved his right hand slightly. His skin gradually peeled off, revealing white bones. At this moment, the Ghost King has completely assimilated into the undead. It wasn't that he couldn't move just now, he just didn't move on purpose. He was waiting for the moment when he would completely become undead.

Ling Aohan realized that he had been fooled, but the Ghost King at this moment was fundamentally different from just now. He was now more powerful than before and had surpassed the scope of human beings.

"Sea of ​​corpses."

The Ghost King opened his right hand with only bones left, and the earth trembled. One after another withered bones protruded from the ground, more and more. In an instant, they submerged the feet of Ling Aohan and Jia Xie, and were still spreading towards the knees.

Although these bones did not cause actual damage, they were indeed a potential threat. Once it was fully formed, all the ghost king's necromantic skills that required bones to be activated would be easily released.

The soul fire swallowed up the spreading bones like a sea of ​​fire, turning them all into nothing. Ling Aohan flashed into the air directly above the Ghost King, held the sword in both hands and stabbed it hard into the Ghost King's head.

"Bone Barrier."

The barrier made of piled bones rose from behind the Ghost King to form an arc-shaped barrier above his head. Ling Aohan's sword penetrated the barrier, but the Ghost King had already used the barrier to block his vision and ducked behind Ling Aohan.

"The Bone Gun of Ten Thousand Deaths."

Behind the Ghost King, countless sharp bone spurs sprouted from the ground, all shooting towards Ling Aohan at the speed of bullets.

Ling Aohan's sword was stuck in the barrier and could not be pulled out. The soul fire generated a barrier from behind him and swallowed up all the bones.

The soul fire went out and Ling Aohan disappeared again. An afterimage appeared in front of the Ghost King, followed by a heavy slash.

The Ghost King did not choose to dodge. He raised his arm to resist. A dull sound came out, leaving a clearly visible crack on the Ghost King's arm.

Behind him, the afterimage appeared again, followed by the left, right, and in front of him... getting faster and faster, more and more, this is the ultimate speed.

After countless swords, Ling Aohan appeared in front of the Ghost King. There are countless cracks visible to the naked eye on the Ghost King's body, like weathered bones that break with every touch.

Despite this, the Ghost King didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Those injuries didn't seem to have much of an impact on him.

Ling Aohan's fighting style is too simple. He doesn't have all kinds of magic that can destroy the world like Lin Shuangzhi, nor does he have all kinds of supreme treasures like Ruan Guixian, but he can still rank among them. Above all others, simply because he has too much power that cannot be seen.

"Go, my black man."

Ling Aohan's cloak slowly rose and expanded, covering the entire sky. Returning to the true darkness again, only Ling Aohan could remain undisturbed in this true darkness.

"Breath of death!"

Even in the real darkness, the Ghost King did not panic. Black spiritual energy spurted out from the entire land, killing everything it touched.

This is the scary thing about Necromancers. Once they reach a certain level, all their skills are based on death.

But this is useless, Ling Aohan himself is the messenger of death, and his strong will to die allows him to resist a certain degree of death. The true darkness swallowed up the breath of death completely, leaving nothing behind.

"Listen to the oracle."

Ling Aohan inserted his sword into the ground and waited for the evening bell to ring.

But this time, the evening bell did not ring.

Ling Aohan took out the necklace from his neck, which was a silver-white cross. The fire of the soul burned through it, and the shape of the cross changed. In the center of the original cross, a skull bit into it, and the four originally flat ends turned into three sections that bloomed like flowers.

That is Gabriel's pendant, which has only one function: to seal away his excessive will to die.

Once the pendant becomes what it is now, Gabriel's will to die will be released to a great extent. Although this is not yet a complete state, Ling Aohan is completely different from the one he was just now. Just standing next to him, the powerful will to die will make people tremble all over.

The uppermost pair of wings behind Ling Aohan emits a faint black light. The three pairs of wings behind him are a symbol of his strength. Every time a pair of wings lights up, Ling Aohan's strength will increase by one level, until When the last pair of wings lights up, Ling Aohan will have the power to fight against the world.

Ling Aohan walked slowly towards the ghost king who was helpless in the darkness. There was no evening bell, but Ling Aohan's steps were still as strong as usual.

three...two...one...

"The Soul-Destroying Fearful Slash."

The sword blade slashed across the ghost king, and the sky returned to normal again. Ling Aohan stood behind the ghost king, holding his cloak in his hand.

The Ghost King trembled and fell to the ground. Ling Aohan walked back to Jia Xie's side and returned to his normal self.

"Aren't you hurt?"

"I didn't participate in the battle, how could I be injured? You're a handsome boy. Although I knew you were very strong when you dealt with Gronart before, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

"If I'm not strong, how can I protect my family?"

The two turned around to leave, and Ling Aohan put away his cloak.

A tingling sensation spread from Ling Aohan's abdomen throughout his body, and the warm liquid soaked into his white shirt.

"Ten Thousand Death Bone Gun!"

Rising from the ground, countless sharp bones pierced Ling Aohan's body.

Jia Xie was stunned on the spot. She didn't know what happened.

cough!

Ling Aohan coughed up a mouthful of blood and reluctantly turned his head to look at the Ghost King with a smile on his face, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"It's really an uncharacteristic attack."

Blue flames and green flames ignited together, all the bone guns disappeared, and Ling Aohan's injuries were completely recovered.

Ling Aohan transformed into Gabriel again. This time, the second pair of wings behind him also emitted black light.

This time Ling Aohan was even stronger than before, and this time, Ling Aohan was very angry.

The soul fire disappeared together with Ling Aohan, and the heavy sword cut off the Ghost King's right arm.

Ling Aohan turned into a virtual image and disappeared again. The first virtual image appeared in front of the Ghost King, and the sword blade had fallen, cutting off the Ghost King's left arm.

The second virtual image followed, leaving a huge crack behind the Ghost King.

The third virtual image came down from above. The Ghost King avoided it in time, otherwise he would definitely die.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

All the virtual images returned to their true form. The Ghost King lost his arms and his whole body was shattered. Countless bone fragments were scattered on the ground, reflecting soft light under the moonlight.

"Any last words?"

Ling Aohan raised his sword and looked directly into the glazed eyes of the Ghost King.

"Hmph, let me count down the days to your death. The hour of death."

Black light lit up behind the Ghost King, and a huge black dial floated behind the Ghost King. There is only one hand on the dial, and that hand rotates clockwise from twelve, and the hand rotates once every second.

Although Ling Aohan didn't know the specific effect of this skill, the huge will of death emanating from the clock told him that he must leave the range of this skill. The will of death of this skill has surpassed the current Ling Aohan. Once activated, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Undead Barrier, Claws of the Abyss."

The light blue barrier restricted them within the skill range and prevented them from using teleportation skills. The ground turned into a purgatory-like sea of ​​blood, and blood-red ghost hands grabbed the two of them tightly, making them unable to move.

The fire of the soul ignited, and when Ling Aohan wanted to turn around and pick up Jiaxie, he relied on his own speed to leave this land of right and wrong. But Ling Aohan turned around hard and found that after being burned by the soul fire, his hands on the ground were not burned, and even the ground did not return to normal.

The Ghost King looked at Ling Aohan who had a puzzled look on his face. It seemed that his plan was successful and he laughed loudly without concealing it.

"Sure enough, the flame burns the soul directly. But do you think the flame is really effective on me? I am an undead, where did the soul come from?"

The pointer on the watch behind the Ghost King has already pointed to eight. In four seconds, even Ling Aohan cannot predict what will happen.

"Time Barrier."

Jia Xieshi's hand lightly touched Ling Aohan's body. At that moment, Ling Aohan's time was forced to stop at this moment. Even if his body could still move, time would not pass until the time barrier ended.

After using this skill, Jiaxie fell weakly to the ground, breathing hard.

"At least... you have to survive."

This skill of the Ghost King can only be used by a necromancer who has completely become an undead. Once started, it cannot be stopped. After twelve seconds, everything within the range except itself will die. It cannot be avoided unless you have two lives.

The skills released by Jiaxieshi can freeze the time of the touched creature or object at that moment. No damage will be effective after that, but the consumption is extremely huge, and Jiaxieshi has only used time counterflow not long ago. Last time The consumption of his body has not yet been fully recovered. This time, his spiritual energy has been seriously overdrawn, and he is no longer able to survive.

"Why? Obviously you can sacrifice me and leave."

If the time barrier is used on herself this time, although she will not die due to overdraft of psychic energy, she will still need to recover for a long time, but she can survive.

However, she chose to save Ling Aohan and sacrificed herself.

"Except for this sinful life... I have nothing... Since the only thing I can... help the one I love most... I... have no regrets."

Jiaxie took a deep breath.

"I hope... you can take me home, I want... to see... the stars with you again..."

There was a line of tears left in Jiaxie's eyes. She could no longer wipe them away, and her voice gradually became softer.

"It would be great if...I was also your...family..."

The pointer pointed to twelve. A dazzling light flashed, and when he regained his sight again, the surroundings had become a desert. The Ghost King had disappeared, and Jia Xieshi's body fell next to Ling Aohan, his body temperature lowering little by little.

The evening bell rang untimely, but it was not as solemn and heavy as before. There was an indescribable feeling, as if a naughty child was ringing it randomly, and it was shaking like fear.

Arrogant laughter echoed around, as if laughing at Ling Aohan, who was unable to control his tears and was now like a bereaved dog.

who is it?

Ling Aohan's heart was furious, and he hated people who could still laugh at this moment.

This laughter was so familiar that Ling Aohan felt that he had heard this laughter before.

Tears spread across his cheeks involuntarily, but Ling Aohan didn't feel it. He only felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He remembered this feeling. Once upon a time, once upon a time...

Ling Aohan raised his head and looked around, looking for the source of the laughter. The laughter was too harsh, mocking Ling Aohan's incompetence.

who is it? who is it? who is it? who is it? who is it?

The source of the laughter was very close, but Ling Aohan couldn't see anyone at all. Ling Aohan's heart felt more and more wrong, as if blood in the atria was flowing and causing heart congestion.

Tears dripped onto Jiaxie's blood-red dress. Ling Aohan leaned down, trying to wipe away the drop of water that he didn't know was a tear. Suddenly, he heard a harsh echo. Getting closer to the ground, the echo of the laughter became clearer.

It was Ling Aohan himself who was laughing!

Ling Aohan's heart trembled violently for a moment as if it had been hit hard. That was a sign that the heart, which had stopped beating and had lost all emotion, returned to normal again. The thick shell surrounding Ling Aohan's heart was completely shattered, just because of this girl's departure.

She has no family, but she has been helping those poor homeless people. She also wanted a family, and until the last moment before her death, she still fantasized about her life after becoming Ling Aohan's family.

Ling Aohan gently turned her body so that she would no longer lie on the ground. Jiaxie still had a smile on her face. Even now, she should still be having a beautiful dream.

Ling Aohan picked her up gently, fearing to disturb her dream. The black shadow flashed past, and the desert was no longer deserted.

Ling Aohan sat on the grassland in Jiaxie, raising his head and looking at the stars in the sky. He counted one after another, looking for a certain star that night.

Next to him stood a new tomb, which buried a beautiful dream, but outside the tomb, only the fact that he could not change was left.

The boy next to the tomb pointed at a star and said something to the tomb, just like that day, except that the girl was no longer there.

"I can find your favorite star. How about it? It's awesome."

No one answered. Ling Aohan's voice just drifted across the empty grassland, and the faint laughter echoed from all directions. The girl who had a sweet dream would never wake up again and show that evil smile again.

A tear shone like a star fell from the corner of Ling Aohan's eyes. He was once an arrogant king, but he only cared about his family. He doesn't have much ambition, as long as he can live with his family. However, he couldn't bear the pain of his family leaving.

There were countless burdens on his shoulders, and he could not confide everything in his heart to his family as easily as ordinary people. He couldn't let his family worry. His situation couldn't make his family feel at ease in the first place, so how could he let them share more uneasiness.

He never worried that he would die, even when faced with death, he would not feel fear because his life had already been given to his family by himself.

The black shadow passed by again, and Ling Aohan disappeared. There are solitary tombs standing on the lonely grassland, and the place has finally lost its vitality. Only the pair of figures carved under the moon that day were left, and they were blurry and unclear at the moment.

Black clouds suppressed the sky over the North Sea, and the dim sunlight barely penetrated the thick clouds and projected onto an island in the North Sea.

"Lord Ghost King, there is a ship approaching us in the distance."

The Ghost King walked out of the room. The injuries on his body had been repaired, and even his robe had been repaired.

"What ship?"

"It's...a raft."

"Raft? What's there to report?"

"That man on the raft was strange."

"Why is it strange?"

"This... please go and see for yourself."

The Ghost King walked out of the room and walked to the watchtower on the coast.

In the distance, the raft is moving here little by little. There was a dark figure standing on the raft, with his back to the coast, wearing a brown robe with a hood on the robe.

There was no wind on the North Sea, and there were no oars on the raft, but the raft still kept a steady speed and headed towards the place where the Ghost King was. As the raft continued to move forward, everyone shuddered.

"Ling Aohan? No, no, this person is much stronger than him, but his will to die is no longer at the same level. Inform everyone and prepare to fight."

"Yes, Lord Beihuang."