It was still the cliff, the sound of whistling waves, Long Yi and Mu Hanyan sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea with silver stars below.
At this time, Long Yi was also shocked. He only used his mind to inform Long Er to break out, and did not ask it to cut off the Archbishop of Light. Could it be that he had learned to cheat people after a long time.
What kind of monster is your thing?Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help asking.
Long Yi shrugged and smiled: I don’t know either, maybe he is a monster.
I think he looks very much like you, as arrogant and funny as you.Mu Hanyan gave Long Yi a blank look. When she remembered Long Er's mechanical overestimation, she couldn't help but find it funny, so she ignored the amazing fact that Long Er was a conscious undead.
Long Yi was in deep thought at this moment. To be honest, he didn't want to see Dongfang Kexin become like this now, cold and ruthless, completely closed with emotions and desires. What exactly did Charles' hypocrite want to do?
Although Dongfang Kexin's strong possessiveness towards him gave him a headache, she was her cousin after all, and the precious granddaughter of her grandfather Dongfang Qiming. He didn't want her to become a pawn in Charles's hands.
At this moment, Long Yi's heart moved, and Mu Hanyan immediately looked at Long Yi and said: Your precious monster is here, and he is still taking the escaped undead mage.
Your big white bird feels quite sensitive.Long Yi laughed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of him. Long Er's persistent and scary death scythe stood in front of the two of them. Not long after, the figure of the undead mage also appeared on the cliff.
He looked at Long Yi and Mu Hanyan from a distance, but his steps were a little hesitant.
I always thought that Long Er, the conscious undead, saved him, but I didn't want to save him, and it seemed that there was someone else. The Lord of the undead world, Long Er, seemed to be the man's demon servant.
The waiter.You are a little shy about bringing the guest, so you can invite him over.Long Yi smiled faintly.
Yes, big brother.Long Er responded mechanically and took a quick step.
The undead mage immediately became frightened and hurried over, bowed to Long Yi and said respectfully: The undead mage has thanked his life for his life-saving grace.
Dead bones?Hehe, you're welcome.We are all from the same lineage, and your heart is not bad.In that case, no one attacked the little girl.It should be said that you saved yourself.Long Yi laughed.
The name of this necromancer is very unique and very consistent with his professional characteristics.
The master said it.There is no distinction between good and evil in the world's cultivation techniques, but the distinction between good and evil is the human heart.When Kugu mentioned the master, his tone became a little sad.
Long Yi was suddenly stunned. He had also seen this sentence in the undead magic notes of Peter Shuge, and couldn't help but ask: Who is your master?
The dry bone shook his head.
He said: I was adopted by my master since I was a child, but he never told me his name, saying that he was afraid of losing his ancestor's face.He only told me that the ancestor was Peter Xiuge, the great magician of the world and the earth, hundreds of years ago.
It is indeed the descendant of Peter Suge's lineage.
In this way, I can really be considered my fellow disciple. My undead magic is also obtained from the collection and notes of the undead magic left by Peter Shuge.
And Long Er was created by him.
What evidence do you have to prove that you are the descendant of Peter Shouge?The dragon half squinted his eyes.A strong dead aura suddenly emerged from his body and rushed towards the dry bones.
Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up.Looking at Long Yi with a glimmer of color, his deep and beautiful eyes flashed, and I don’t know what he was thinking.
The dry bones shook all over his body.Then a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes again, which was stronger than when he saw Long Er just now. Can the master's last wish be realized in this young man?
The ancestor only passed down one thing, this one.The dry bone spread out the left palm of his left hand like a dry bone, and he could only see a blood-colored skeleton on his palm.
A faint red light flashed faintly, almost exactly the same as the blood-colored skeleton on Long's hand.
Long Yi also stretched out his left hand.As soon as his palm spread out, the two blood-colored skulls jumped at the same time, making the red light even more dazzling.
Ah... You are... Du Gu exclaimed, a little disbelief. He had never heard of the master who even accepted his apprentice Ah. Besides, only one of the blood-colored skeletons was passed down, and there was no second at all. But what should I explain the blood-colored skeletons in Long Yi's hand?
In short, I am also a disciple of Peter Shuge, because I learned the magic of the undead by his land magic notes.Long Yi sighed and said.
See the ancestors for dry bones.
Kugu immediately knelt in front of Long Yi, his tone was choked, and his shoulders were trembling violently.
Long Yi was stunned, Uncle Master?It’s true based on seniority, but I’m not used to it, and the dry bones look very old.
Long Yi helped up the dead bones and sighed: You should have suffered a lot.
Who knew that when Long Yi said this, the dry bones knelt down again, hugged Long Yi's thighs and cried loudly, shaking Long Yi and Mu Hanyan beside him so much that they looked at each other and were at a loss. It was the first time that an old man cried with his thighs.
While crying, Kugu told the tragic life he had lived over the years, and Long Yi also came to a conclusion that surprised him, that is, the old man in front of him who was crying loudly with his thighs, was still less than 20 years old.
The dry bone was abandoned in a valley nineteen years ago, but was picked up and adopted by a passerby master and trained as a successor.
His master is a small leader of the Dark Church. He has been following his master in the Dark Church since he was a child. However, in the Dark Church, the Necromancer also exists as an alien. No one is willing to talk to him, and no one is willing to play with him, but fortunately he still cares about his master.
However, there are unexpected situations in the world. The lifespan of the undead mage is not long. Very few people can live beyond 100 years old. The master of the dry bone turned into ashes at the age of 101, leaving only the blood-colored skeletons handed down by the ancestor and several undead magic notes.
The dry bones were coldly jealous in the dark church. He was a little autistic, so he left the church and wandered around the Canglan Continent where he hid, and felt lonely and confused. If it weren't for his master's last wish that had been supporting him before his death, he would probably have been unable to bear it.
Therefore, after knowing that Long Yi was his uncle, he was so disobedient because of his concern.
After he had enough dry bones vented, Long Yi's thighs were already wet, which made him laugh and cry.
Long Yi pulled up the dead bones and saw that his mask was soaked. Anyway, he knew that he was younger than him and was much better psychologically. He removed the dead bone mask, but found that his face was not like his hands like dry claws, but was very delicate. Seeing Long Yi looking at him, he looked a little shy, completely subverting his previous impression.
Is your voice and your hands always like this?Long Yi asked strangely.
This is not the case when you practice to the intermediate level of undead magic, but the hands and voices change as soon as you reach the advanced level.said the dry bone.
Long Yi was a little surprised, it made no sense.Why didn't this happen when he practiced the undead magic? And the wind chime didn't have Ah either.
Drying bones, show me the undead magic book you practiced and your master’s notes.Long Yi frowned and said.
Yes, uncle of the master.Without any hesitation, Chub took out a few books and notes from the space ring and handed them to Long Yi.
Long Yi flipped over quickly. There was no difference between the intermediate undead magic. There were many places where advanced undead magic went in and out. Could it be the consequence of incomplete inheritance?
Is there any problem?Uncle Master.The dry bones frowned and shook their heads when they saw Long frowning and asked nervously.
The big problem is that the practice methods of your undead magic books are incomplete. I suspect that your voice and your hands will become like this. This is why.Long Yi said.
Then... can it be restored?Kujian asked with some anticipation that although he was practicing undead magic, no one wanted to become such an ugly appearance on his own.
Long Yi took out Peter Shuge's collection of undead magic and notes from the space ring and handed it to Kugu and said: This is the correct undead magic book and your ancestor's personal notes. Take it and take a look and trim the wrong place, which may help you return to normal.Long Yi said.
Is it... the note of the ancestor?Thank you, Uncle Master.Du Gu was so excited that his whole body was trembling. It was the thing left by the ancestor he and his master admired the most. The legendary figure who fought against three great magicians and two sword saints by one person, and the god in the eyes of the undead magician who summoned the dark demon dragon to sweep across the army.
As soon as Long saw the undead magical talent of the dry bones, he reached the realm of the undead magician at the age of twenty.
What he learned was too complicated and he had no special interest in undead magic. Perhaps Peter Shuge's undead magic would be carried forward in the hands of the dry bones.
At this time, Long Yi was also shocked. He only used his mind to inform Long Er to break out, and did not ask it to cut off the Archbishop of Light. Could it be that he had learned to cheat people after a long time.
What kind of monster is your thing?Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help asking.
Long Yi shrugged and smiled: I don’t know either, maybe he is a monster.
I think he looks very much like you, as arrogant and funny as you.Mu Hanyan gave Long Yi a blank look. When she remembered Long Er's mechanical overestimation, she couldn't help but find it funny, so she ignored the amazing fact that Long Er was a conscious undead.
Long Yi was in deep thought at this moment. To be honest, he didn't want to see Dongfang Kexin become like this now, cold and ruthless, completely closed with emotions and desires. What exactly did Charles' hypocrite want to do?
Although Dongfang Kexin's strong possessiveness towards him gave him a headache, she was her cousin after all, and the precious granddaughter of her grandfather Dongfang Qiming. He didn't want her to become a pawn in Charles's hands.
At this moment, Long Yi's heart moved, and Mu Hanyan immediately looked at Long Yi and said: Your precious monster is here, and he is still taking the escaped undead mage.
Your big white bird feels quite sensitive.Long Yi laughed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of him. Long Er's persistent and scary death scythe stood in front of the two of them. Not long after, the figure of the undead mage also appeared on the cliff.
He looked at Long Yi and Mu Hanyan from a distance, but his steps were a little hesitant.
I always thought that Long Er, the conscious undead, saved him, but I didn't want to save him, and it seemed that there was someone else. The Lord of the undead world, Long Er, seemed to be the man's demon servant.
The waiter.You are a little shy about bringing the guest, so you can invite him over.Long Yi smiled faintly.
Yes, big brother.Long Er responded mechanically and took a quick step.
The undead mage immediately became frightened and hurried over, bowed to Long Yi and said respectfully: The undead mage has thanked his life for his life-saving grace.
Dead bones?Hehe, you're welcome.We are all from the same lineage, and your heart is not bad.In that case, no one attacked the little girl.It should be said that you saved yourself.Long Yi laughed.
The name of this necromancer is very unique and very consistent with his professional characteristics.
The master said it.There is no distinction between good and evil in the world's cultivation techniques, but the distinction between good and evil is the human heart.When Kugu mentioned the master, his tone became a little sad.
Long Yi was suddenly stunned. He had also seen this sentence in the undead magic notes of Peter Shuge, and couldn't help but ask: Who is your master?
The dry bone shook his head.
He said: I was adopted by my master since I was a child, but he never told me his name, saying that he was afraid of losing his ancestor's face.He only told me that the ancestor was Peter Xiuge, the great magician of the world and the earth, hundreds of years ago.
It is indeed the descendant of Peter Suge's lineage.
In this way, I can really be considered my fellow disciple. My undead magic is also obtained from the collection and notes of the undead magic left by Peter Shuge.
And Long Er was created by him.
What evidence do you have to prove that you are the descendant of Peter Shouge?The dragon half squinted his eyes.A strong dead aura suddenly emerged from his body and rushed towards the dry bones.
Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up.Looking at Long Yi with a glimmer of color, his deep and beautiful eyes flashed, and I don’t know what he was thinking.
The dry bones shook all over his body.Then a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes again, which was stronger than when he saw Long Er just now. Can the master's last wish be realized in this young man?
The ancestor only passed down one thing, this one.The dry bone spread out the left palm of his left hand like a dry bone, and he could only see a blood-colored skeleton on his palm.
A faint red light flashed faintly, almost exactly the same as the blood-colored skeleton on Long's hand.
Long Yi also stretched out his left hand.As soon as his palm spread out, the two blood-colored skulls jumped at the same time, making the red light even more dazzling.
Ah... You are... Du Gu exclaimed, a little disbelief. He had never heard of the master who even accepted his apprentice Ah. Besides, only one of the blood-colored skeletons was passed down, and there was no second at all. But what should I explain the blood-colored skeletons in Long Yi's hand?
In short, I am also a disciple of Peter Shuge, because I learned the magic of the undead by his land magic notes.Long Yi sighed and said.
See the ancestors for dry bones.
Kugu immediately knelt in front of Long Yi, his tone was choked, and his shoulders were trembling violently.
Long Yi was stunned, Uncle Master?It’s true based on seniority, but I’m not used to it, and the dry bones look very old.
Long Yi helped up the dead bones and sighed: You should have suffered a lot.
Who knew that when Long Yi said this, the dry bones knelt down again, hugged Long Yi's thighs and cried loudly, shaking Long Yi and Mu Hanyan beside him so much that they looked at each other and were at a loss. It was the first time that an old man cried with his thighs.
While crying, Kugu told the tragic life he had lived over the years, and Long Yi also came to a conclusion that surprised him, that is, the old man in front of him who was crying loudly with his thighs, was still less than 20 years old.
The dry bone was abandoned in a valley nineteen years ago, but was picked up and adopted by a passerby master and trained as a successor.
His master is a small leader of the Dark Church. He has been following his master in the Dark Church since he was a child. However, in the Dark Church, the Necromancer also exists as an alien. No one is willing to talk to him, and no one is willing to play with him, but fortunately he still cares about his master.
However, there are unexpected situations in the world. The lifespan of the undead mage is not long. Very few people can live beyond 100 years old. The master of the dry bone turned into ashes at the age of 101, leaving only the blood-colored skeletons handed down by the ancestor and several undead magic notes.
The dry bones were coldly jealous in the dark church. He was a little autistic, so he left the church and wandered around the Canglan Continent where he hid, and felt lonely and confused. If it weren't for his master's last wish that had been supporting him before his death, he would probably have been unable to bear it.
Therefore, after knowing that Long Yi was his uncle, he was so disobedient because of his concern.
After he had enough dry bones vented, Long Yi's thighs were already wet, which made him laugh and cry.
Long Yi pulled up the dead bones and saw that his mask was soaked. Anyway, he knew that he was younger than him and was much better psychologically. He removed the dead bone mask, but found that his face was not like his hands like dry claws, but was very delicate. Seeing Long Yi looking at him, he looked a little shy, completely subverting his previous impression.
Is your voice and your hands always like this?Long Yi asked strangely.
This is not the case when you practice to the intermediate level of undead magic, but the hands and voices change as soon as you reach the advanced level.said the dry bone.
Long Yi was a little surprised, it made no sense.Why didn't this happen when he practiced the undead magic? And the wind chime didn't have Ah either.
Drying bones, show me the undead magic book you practiced and your master’s notes.Long Yi frowned and said.
Yes, uncle of the master.Without any hesitation, Chub took out a few books and notes from the space ring and handed them to Long Yi.
Long Yi flipped over quickly. There was no difference between the intermediate undead magic. There were many places where advanced undead magic went in and out. Could it be the consequence of incomplete inheritance?
Is there any problem?Uncle Master.The dry bones frowned and shook their heads when they saw Long frowning and asked nervously.
The big problem is that the practice methods of your undead magic books are incomplete. I suspect that your voice and your hands will become like this. This is why.Long Yi said.
Then... can it be restored?Kujian asked with some anticipation that although he was practicing undead magic, no one wanted to become such an ugly appearance on his own.
Long Yi took out Peter Shuge's collection of undead magic and notes from the space ring and handed it to Kugu and said: This is the correct undead magic book and your ancestor's personal notes. Take it and take a look and trim the wrong place, which may help you return to normal.Long Yi said.
Is it... the note of the ancestor?Thank you, Uncle Master.Du Gu was so excited that his whole body was trembling. It was the thing left by the ancestor he and his master admired the most. The legendary figure who fought against three great magicians and two sword saints by one person, and the god in the eyes of the undead magician who summoned the dark demon dragon to sweep across the army.
As soon as Long saw the undead magical talent of the dry bones, he reached the realm of the undead magician at the age of twenty.
What he learned was too complicated and he had no special interest in undead magic. Perhaps Peter Shuge's undead magic would be carried forward in the hands of the dry bones.
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