Chapter 279
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The soul is throbbing, that is the fear they have long forgotten.
That hand is terrible. It's terrible. It's a warning to the soul instinct.
But they did not move, looking at the gray hand of the soul in the sky.
The hand of the soul did not touch anyone kneeling on the ground, but grasped the sword used by the Lich King.
When the hand of soul retracts, a gray human soul is caught out of the sword by the hand of soul.
See this scene, when you see the soul struggling in the hands of the soul, as the master of the sword, the soul fire in its pupil is beating.
It said a few words hoarsely.
"Naozu!"
The retracted hand of the soul stopped, holding the struggling soul and swaying slightly in the sky.
"Who is it?"
The sound comes from the bottom of its soul.
It said, "last Lich King, enemy!"
Just two words completely cut off the life of the soul in the hand of the soul.
The hand of the soul continues to retract.
The gray power of death surges, and the soul caught by the hand of soul disappears in the shadow of black robe in the silent howl.
Soul, powerful soul, is the most powerful soul that Li Meng has ever met since he came to this world, even stronger than the soul of the demon.
It was well hidden in the sword. At first, Li Meng didn't find it. At last, Li Meng only found it with a little fluctuation of his soul.
For Li Meng, how powerful his soul is is a delicious meal.
Before, Li Meng was still worried about the completion of the spirit body, but he did not expect that an unexpected harvest had solved all the problems.
The gray power of death is surging wildly, and the pressure of the palace is getting stronger and stronger. The space seems to be torn and twisted.
The liches below are watching the changes of the "God of death" above their heads, and the soul fire in their pupils is beating violently.
It's too strong. It's just that the pressure is getting stronger and stronger. It's hard for them to bear. It seems that there's a big mountain on their head.
"Just dying! See how long you can last! "
It is very strong. Even if it is trapped in the cage of the empty shadow in the black robe, it still refuses to give up and resists tenaciously.
Li Meng didn't show mercy. He tried his best to devour his soul.
In less than a quarter of an hour, it was swallowed up and turned into the purest "source".
After devouring the soul, change will come.
The power of death and the power of soul began to merge, with the spirit body as the core, and began to outline the shape of the body.
It's not trouble. Everything is just what you want.
From the outside, it doesn't change much. It's just that the original unreal body gradually becomes solid. The black robe no longer looks like the surging force of death, but the real cloth, the black cloth floating in the wind.
Of course, everything is false.
The reason why the spirit body is called the spirit body is that the body is made up of energy after all. Although it can touch and even feel warmth, it cannot change the fact that the body is made up of energy.
Nothing seems to have changed much.
The only thing that has changed is the sense of the black robe. At least now, it seems that the black robe is the real black robe, but what is under the black robe is still unclear.
You can only see the endless darkness from the hood.
"It's finally done!"
The spirit body has been completed.
The power seems to have increased a lot.
Now the body can finally transform between matter and illusion.
That is to say, the spirit body is finally free to enter and leave the physical world.
"Edras? Alsace? The Lich King
Different from the ordinary soul, the soul in the sword has a lot of memories. After being swallowed by Li Meng, Li Meng gets a lot of memories.
About the world, about the dead, and about those who kneel down below.
Alsace, the Lich King. That's its name.
A king, the king of the dead.
"Wang... A very clever king!"
With a sigh, the black robed figure over the hall began to dissipate, and the huge figure gradually became virtual and real, and gradually dissipated.
Peace was restored to the palace.
The existence of terror had gone. Arthas stood up, turned and walked to the throne. As he walked around, the armor made the sound of metal collision.
"Wang..."
The other five figures stood up from the ground.
"I know!"
Said Arthas, stepping on the steps.
"There is no God in the world. Lord Lilith, the God of the undead, is only the guardian of the undead. Lord Lilith has been lost for a long time, ten thousand years ago!"
The fire of soul was beating in his pupils, almost overflowing his eyes. Alsace's heart was not calm.
Leaving the steps, Arthas sat on the throne.
Flashing green flame pupil, looking at several figures under the stairs.
"Its goal is us, our undead people, it devours our souls, devours the power of death, to restore its own strength!"
"I don't know how it exists, but like us, it belongs to the people of darkness, which is enough!"
"We the undead need God and the protection of God. Lord Lilith has been lost, and it may be the new guardian of the undead!"
It turned out that "Wang" had this plan.
When I think of the pressure on it before, it is really strong, and its existence is also very strange. Perhaps, as the "King" said, after ten thousand years, it is time for the undead to give birth to a new God.
Alsace on the throne waved his hand.
"Go! Using all the dead people, I want to build a temple of bones to welcome the coming of God
Five figures left in silence, left the temple, left the shabby temple, they will go to the black earth to complete the task assigned by the "King".
Li Meng doesn't know about all this. Even if he does, he doesn't intend to change anything. Li Meng intends to be the God of the dead.
If they have some bad ideas, Li Meng doesn't care about making the island of the dead a real dead place, a place where even the dead don't exist.
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The soul is throbbing, that is the fear they have long forgotten.
That hand is terrible. It's terrible. It's a warning to the soul instinct.
But they did not move, looking at the gray hand of the soul in the sky.
The hand of the soul did not touch anyone kneeling on the ground, but grasped the sword used by the Lich King.
When the hand of soul retracts, a gray human soul is caught out of the sword by the hand of soul.
See this scene, when you see the soul struggling in the hands of the soul, as the master of the sword, the soul fire in its pupil is beating.
It said a few words hoarsely.
"Naozu!"
The retracted hand of the soul stopped, holding the struggling soul and swaying slightly in the sky.
"Who is it?"
The sound comes from the bottom of its soul.
It said, "last Lich King, enemy!"
Just two words completely cut off the life of the soul in the hand of the soul.
The hand of the soul continues to retract.
The gray power of death surges, and the soul caught by the hand of soul disappears in the shadow of black robe in the silent howl.
Soul, powerful soul, is the most powerful soul that Li Meng has ever met since he came to this world, even stronger than the soul of the demon.
It was well hidden in the sword. At first, Li Meng didn't find it. At last, Li Meng only found it with a little fluctuation of his soul.
For Li Meng, how powerful his soul is is a delicious meal.
Before, Li Meng was still worried about the completion of the spirit body, but he did not expect that an unexpected harvest had solved all the problems.
The gray power of death is surging wildly, and the pressure of the palace is getting stronger and stronger. The space seems to be torn and twisted.
The liches below are watching the changes of the "God of death" above their heads, and the soul fire in their pupils is beating violently.
It's too strong. It's just that the pressure is getting stronger and stronger. It's hard for them to bear. It seems that there's a big mountain on their head.
"Just dying! See how long you can last! "
It is very strong. Even if it is trapped in the cage of the empty shadow in the black robe, it still refuses to give up and resists tenaciously.
Li Meng didn't show mercy. He tried his best to devour his soul.
In less than a quarter of an hour, it was swallowed up and turned into the purest "source".
After devouring the soul, change will come.
The power of death and the power of soul began to merge, with the spirit body as the core, and began to outline the shape of the body.
It's not trouble. Everything is just what you want.
From the outside, it doesn't change much. It's just that the original unreal body gradually becomes solid. The black robe no longer looks like the surging force of death, but the real cloth, the black cloth floating in the wind.
Of course, everything is false.
The reason why the spirit body is called the spirit body is that the body is made up of energy after all. Although it can touch and even feel warmth, it cannot change the fact that the body is made up of energy.
Nothing seems to have changed much.
The only thing that has changed is the sense of the black robe. At least now, it seems that the black robe is the real black robe, but what is under the black robe is still unclear.
You can only see the endless darkness from the hood.
"It's finally done!"
The spirit body has been completed.
The power seems to have increased a lot.
Now the body can finally transform between matter and illusion.
That is to say, the spirit body is finally free to enter and leave the physical world.
"Edras? Alsace? The Lich King
Different from the ordinary soul, the soul in the sword has a lot of memories. After being swallowed by Li Meng, Li Meng gets a lot of memories.
About the world, about the dead, and about those who kneel down below.
Alsace, the Lich King. That's its name.
A king, the king of the dead.
"Wang... A very clever king!"
With a sigh, the black robed figure over the hall began to dissipate, and the huge figure gradually became virtual and real, and gradually dissipated.
Peace was restored to the palace.
The existence of terror had gone. Arthas stood up, turned and walked to the throne. As he walked around, the armor made the sound of metal collision.
"Wang..."
The other five figures stood up from the ground.
"I know!"
Said Arthas, stepping on the steps.
"There is no God in the world. Lord Lilith, the God of the undead, is only the guardian of the undead. Lord Lilith has been lost for a long time, ten thousand years ago!"
The fire of soul was beating in his pupils, almost overflowing his eyes. Alsace's heart was not calm.
Leaving the steps, Arthas sat on the throne.
Flashing green flame pupil, looking at several figures under the stairs.
"Its goal is us, our undead people, it devours our souls, devours the power of death, to restore its own strength!"
"I don't know how it exists, but like us, it belongs to the people of darkness, which is enough!"
"We the undead need God and the protection of God. Lord Lilith has been lost, and it may be the new guardian of the undead!"
It turned out that "Wang" had this plan.
When I think of the pressure on it before, it is really strong, and its existence is also very strange. Perhaps, as the "King" said, after ten thousand years, it is time for the undead to give birth to a new God.
Alsace on the throne waved his hand.
"Go! Using all the dead people, I want to build a temple of bones to welcome the coming of God
Five figures left in silence, left the temple, left the shabby temple, they will go to the black earth to complete the task assigned by the "King".
Li Meng doesn't know about all this. Even if he does, he doesn't intend to change anything. Li Meng intends to be the God of the dead.
If they have some bad ideas, Li Meng doesn't care about making the island of the dead a real dead place, a place where even the dead don't exist.
The soul is throbbing, that is the fear they have long forgotten.That hand is terrible. It's terrible. It's a warning to the soul instinct.But they did not move, looking at the gray hand of the soul in the sky.The hand of the soul did not touch anyone kneeling on the ground, but grasped the sword used by the Lich King.When the hand of soul retracts, a gray human soul is caught out of the sword by the hand of soul.See this scene, when you see the soul struggling in the hands of the soul, as the master of the sword, the soul fire in its pupil is beating.It said a few words hoarsely."Naozu!"The retracted hand of the soul stopped, holding the struggling soul and swaying slightly in the sky."Who is it?"The sound comes from the bottom of its soul.It said, "last Lich King, enemy!"Just two words completely cut off the life of the soul in the hand of the soul.The hand of the soul continues to retract.The gray power of death surges, and the soul caught by the hand of soul disappears in the shadow of black robe in the silent howl.Soul, powerful soul, is the most powerful soul that Li Meng has ever met since he came to this world, even stronger than the soul of the demon.It was well hidden in the sword. At first, Li Meng didn't find it. At last, Li Meng only found it with a little fluctuation of his soul.For Li Meng, how powerful his soul is is a delicious meal.Before, Li Meng was still worried about the completion of the spirit body, but he did not expect that an unexpected harvest had solved all the problems.The gray power of death is surging wildly, and the pressure of the palace is getting stronger and stronger. The space seems to be torn and twisted.The liches below are watching the changes of the "God of death" above their heads, and the soul fire in their pupils is beating violently.It's too strong. It's just that the pressure is getting stronger and stronger. It's hard for them to bear. It seems that there's a big mountain on their head."Just dying! See how long you can last! "It is very strong. Even if it is trapped in the cage of the empty shadow in the black robe, it still refuses to give up and resists tenaciously.Li Meng didn't show mercy. He tried his best to devour his soul.In less than a quarter of an hour, it was swallowed up and turned into the purest "source".After devouring the soul, change will come.The power of death and the power of soul began to merge, with the spirit body as the core, and began to outline the shape of the body.It's not trouble. Everything is just what you want.From the outside, it doesn't change much. It's just that the original unreal body gradually becomes solid. The black robe no longer looks like the surging force of death, but the real cloth, the black cloth floating in the wind.Of course, everything is false.The reason why the spirit body is called the spirit body is that the body is made up of energy after all. Although it can touch and even feel warmth, it cannot change the fact that the body is made up of energy.Nothing seems to have changed much.The only thing that has changed is the sense of the black robe. At least now, it seems that the black robe is the real black robe, but what is under the black robe is still unclear.You can only see the endless darkness from the hood."It's finally done!"The spirit body has been completed.The power seems to have increased a lot.Now the body can finally transform between matter and illusion.That is to say, the spirit body is finally free to enter and leave the physical world."Edras? Alsace? The Lich KingDifferent from the ordinary soul, the soul in the sword has a lot of memories. After being swallowed by Li Meng, Li Meng gets a lot of memories.About the world, about the dead, and about those who kneel down below.Alsace, the Lich King. That's its name.A king, the king of the dead."Wang... A very clever king!"With a sigh, the black robed figure over the hall began to dissipate, and the huge figure gradually became virtual and real, and gradually dissipated.Peace was restored to the palace.The existence of terror had gone. Arthas stood up, turned and walked to the throne. As he walked around, the armor made the sound of metal collision."Wang..."The other five figures stood up from the ground."I know!"Said Arthas, stepping on the steps."There is no God in the world. Lord Lilith, the God of the undead, is only the guardian of the undead. Lord Lilith has been lost for a long time, ten thousand years ago!"The fire of soul was beating in his pupils, almost overflowing his eyes. Alsace's heart was not calm.Leaving the steps, Arthas sat on the throne.Flashing green flame pupil, looking at several figures under the stairs."Its goal is us, our undead people, it devours our souls, devours the power of death, to restore its own strength!""I don't know how it exists, but like us, it belongs to the people of darkness, which is enough!""We the undead need God and the protection of God. Lord Lilith has been lost, and it may be the new guardian of the undead!"It turned out that "Wang" had this plan.When I think of the pressure on it before, it is really strong, and its existence is also very strange. Perhaps, as the "King" said, after ten thousand years, it is time for the undead to give birth to a new God.Alsace on the throne waved his hand."Go! Using all the dead people, I want to build a temple of bones to welcome the coming of GodFive figures left in silence, left the temple, left the shabby temple, they will go to the black earth to complete the task assigned by the "King".Li Meng doesn't know about all this. Even if he does, he doesn't intend to change anything. Li Meng intends to be the God of the dead.If they have some bad ideas, Li Meng doesn't care about making the island of the dead a real dead place, a place where even the dead don't exist.
