OBS Chapter 1147 Be careful! Not dead yet
Chapter 1147 Be careful! Not dead yet
Chapter 1147 Be careful! Not dead yet
Ang flew quickly in the air, turning left and right, so fast that he flashed and rubbed the air from time to time, leaving a long tail flame.
Keep a distance, just like when Nanmian hung Firas and killed his son.
Because of the possessed bone dragon, when it was Nan Mian's turn, he couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried. He was so angry that he stopped and yelled, "Why are you running? If you have the guts, come down and we'll fight face to face."
Ange stopped, turned around and put his hands behind his back.
"Damn it, thief, don't use my Nan Mian to hit him!" Nan Mian roared and chased after him again.
He knew too well the power of Nan Mian's attack. There was nothing special about this move. It was just a way of storing power. The power of storing power for ten seconds would be ten times that of storing power for one second. If he stood still and allowed the opponent to store power, he might be able to break through the defense of the Mourning Bone Dragon.
In addition to its powerful dragon soul, the greatest advantage of the Mourning Bone Dragon is its defense. Any attack can be spread throughout its body, dispersing the damage. As long as the maximum defense value is not exceeded, its bones will not be hurt.
And a charged attack from the Southern Crown might just exceed the Bone Dragon's maximum defense value.
The second is the dragon soul. I thought the Mourning Dragon Soul was already the most powerful soul in this void, even more powerful than the Grand Speaker. I didn't expect the enemy to have no reaction at all.
The roar that shattered the body of the Star God just now was not only an energy oscillation, but also accompanied by a powerful soul shock. However, the opponent's body was shattered, but the soul was unharmed. Could it be that the opponent has a soul that is not inferior to the Mourning Dragon Soul?
I never thought that a rare evenly matched war between Ang and others would unfold in this way. No wonder many people say that after reaching a certain level, skills are meaningless.
They chased each other and I ran away. If you stopped, I would gather my strength. The battle entered garbage time as soon as it started. This made Nan Mian very uncomfortable.
"Come down!" Nan Mian roared.
"You come up!" Negris acted as a mouthpiece without showing any weakness.
"If you have the guts, don't run!" Nan Mian went up, and Ang turned a corner and went down again.
"If you have the guts, don't chase me!" Nagris sneered proudly. People who are familiar with it can even imagine it with its hands on its hips and its tail raised.
Nan Mian stopped chasing and turned around to pounce on the ground. Ang immediately turned around with his hands behind his back, and the surging energy increased wildly.
Nan Mian had no choice but to turn around and chase after him. Ang also turned around and ran away. They couldn't catch up, beat him, or trap him. Neither side could do anything to the other.
Red Star and Walker on the ground would occasionally launch a few Red Star Flashes and Truth Cannons. These attacks, which could take away half the life of other enemies, were like tickling the Mourning Bone Dragon.
Anthony said in the soul network: "No, this ability to disperse damage is too abnormal, just like the discount of silver coins. The damage must be several times more than that to break the defense. Is this the mourning skill of the bone dragon? I have never seen other mourning masters use it."
"Yes, it must be a mourning skill. If every mourning lord had this ability, Feti would have been invincible long ago." Nagris responded.
Feiti has flash, no one can hit him, and no one can run away from him, so he is invincible.
"What should we do now? Is there anything we can do to help?" Anthony asked, "Should we try to use the World Destruction Array?"
To inflict damage several times greater than the Mourning Bone Dragon's maximum defense, perhaps only an attack of the level of the World-Destroying Array is possible.
"It's useless. The magic circle of destruction can't hit the target. Ang has already called the old immortal to get up." Nagris said.
"Uh, has Your Majesty recovered?" Anthony asked hesitantly.
He didn't think that the king's waking up would change anything. The king's strength had dropped too much, and when he was sleeping he was just a mourning body. In just over a year, even with the nourishment of the dead fruit, it was impossible for him to recover his strength in his heyday.
The most important thing is that without the chaos fog, the original body cannot be restored.
In fact, the king's original body is the easiest to recover. All it takes is a large amount of Chaos Mist. But the problem is that there is none. Ang's Chaos Mist is being used up very quickly, and there is no extra to supply the king.
Without Chaos Mist, the Breath of Death can at most restore the King to the level of Black Crystal Body, which is not Chaos Black Crystal. Admittedly, the Black Crystal Body is one level higher than the Lord of Mourning, but the opponent is a Mourning Bone Dragon, and the Black Crystal Body cannot output damage that is several times the defense, so it still cannot be defeated.
"No way, it can't be that fast. But the old immortal must have a way. Here it comes." Nagris said.
A short sleep of just over a year was not even a nap for the undead creature. It took the king tens of thousands of years to step from the Soul Fire into the Black Crystal Soul. How could he fully recover by taking a nap now?
However, Nagris has confidence in the old immortal, as he is the best at fighting.
As soon as Nagris finished speaking, a crack appeared in the space not far away, and a black crystal skeleton carrying the scythe of death rushed out. Its mind quickly swept around and locked onto the Mourning Bone Dragon in the first place.
"Ange, you said there was a fight. Could it be that the one being fought was this skull dragon? The Mourning Bone Dragon?" The familiar soul fluctuations spread throughout everyone's soul.
"Yes, old immortal, go ahead and beat it. Its mourning skill is to disperse the damage. Any damage will be dispersed throughout the body. It will take several times higher damage to break its defense." Nagris said.
"Can I go back and sleep for a while..." the king said in annoyance. It was a bit difficult to endure this intensity right after waking up.
However, the king's actions did not match his words at all, as he leaped lightly towards the Mourning Bone Dragon.
"Black Crystal? Who are you?" Nan Mian asked in a harsh voice. The last word 'who' was even said in a roar, and with it came a violent soul shock.
However, the soul shock had no effect on the king at all. Despite the soul shock, the king kicked hard. One could almost see with the naked eye where his feet landed. The air was distorted, as if the space was dented.
When he released it again, the king had already rushed out: "I am the void, the king of all the undead!!"
With the same soul shock, the king's forward trajectory made two strange obtuse turns, avoiding the big mouth of the mourning bone dragon. The death sickle was dragged and instantly cut into the bone dragon's head. Ding——
"Death's scythe, it's Death's scythe. Oh, how could I forget such a basic ability? Eh, it didn't cut through?" Nagris shouted in the soul network.
We are so used to calling it the Death Scythe that everyone forgets that the Death Scythe is a skill, an attack that can ignore matter and directly strike the soul, and it is not just a sickle.
At that time, Ang used the Grim Reaper's scythe to hook out the soul of Toulus.
Now it can't cut in half? The king was also shocked and twisted the sickle.
Bang! The Grim Reaper's sickle stuck in the skull exploded immediately, emitting a wave of purple soul flames that gushed out from the eye sockets, nostrils, mouth, and other places.
The Mourning Bone Dragon's body went limp, its head drooped, and it fell from the air.
The king reached out his hand and gathered the soul flames that exploded. He said with some annoyance, "Oh, I saved the Chaos Mist with great difficulty in exchange for a Mourning Dragon Soul."
As the king spoke, he sucked hard, and the purple soul flame was torn into wisps and sucked into his body.
Nagris said proudly: "I knew that the old immortal would be no problem, and it would be solved in one move, haha... Hey, old immortal, be careful! He is not dead yet."
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(End of this chapter)