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Chapter 367 I'm Hungry Give Me Something To Eat
Although at this moment, less than three-tenths of the Yin soldiers are fully participating in the war in the underworld, after all, the number will be extremely small with consumption, but there are abnormal existences such as necromancers in hell, who can be summoned continuously Undead from all ages come to join the war, which is undoubtedly the greatest pressure on the underworld.

Han Zheng threw away a five-winged angel, turned around and gave a bright smile in the direction of the Wheel-Turning King. Thunder and lightning erupted all over his body, and Han Zheng drew a long lightning bolt in the air, rushing towards the hell side camp boundaries.

When it was approaching, Han Zheng realized that at the place where the army of hell gathered, there were dozens of huge halos of hexagrams rising into the sky on the vast land, and there were a steady stream of undead rushing out of the hexagrams, joining the two sides. In the battlefield.

"Damn it, this paralysis is really a powerful weapon to seize other countries' land. If it were in the real world, a necromancer wouldn't be able to dominate the world!"

Han Zheng sighed, but he didn't hesitate in his actions. Turning into a flash of lightning, he rushed towards a necromancer who was singing outside the hexagram formation and was covered by a black cloak.

A shot is a full-strength blow, and the Thunderbolt's seven styles are integrated. When the military stab in his hand is a hundred meters away from the necromancer, Han Zheng's body is blocked by a barrier, and the military stab made of elemental metal is just to flatten the formation. The photomembrane was dented by the thorns, but it was not pierced.

"Fuck, so perverted?"

A huge counter-shock force came from the light film of the formation, and Han Zheng's body was bounced into the air. The severe pain from his wrist made Han Zheng's eyes condense. It dawned on him that the Necromancer's own strength is extremely weak, and the hell side naturally Will think of that too.

"Fairy, is there any way to break through?"

"Brute force breakthrough is definitely not possible, because this guardian formation is integrated into the entire space of hell, the only way is to absorb, such a strong light energy is also a great supplement to the butler, there is no other way is Suck it for me!"

"Okay, we like this kind of thing that doesn't take much effort and can take advantage of it!"

The corners of Han Zheng's mouth smiled meanly, he landed on the ground and walked in front of the light curtain of the formation. He simply sat cross-legged in front of the light curtain with a bottle of wine and a golden roasted whole lamb in the dark, and lightly pressed his right hand on the golden light curtain. On the screen, he took a sip from the wine bottle in his left hand.

"The one across the way, your job is quite hard. Are you necromancers inherited from your family? Or are necromancers not allowed to have children in this life? Hey, let me talk to you, old stick, look at your little one." The body looks malnourished, why don't you come over and have some wine and meat with me after a while?"

The necromancer who was singing was not affected by Han Zheng's words at all. He chanted the spell devoutly to summon the undead to join the battle. Seeing that the words could not stop the opponent, Han Zheng rolled his eyes involuntarily and turned to look at the sky Both sides in the fierce battle, take it to heart.

Turning around, he shouted sadly at the sky: "It's so pitiful, one of Lord Satan's legs was cut off, and His Highness Lucifer's right arm was also cut off, God damn it! Please don't cut off His Highness Satan's head!" Ah! The underworld is so cruel, I really can’t stand it anymore.”

As Han Zheng's uncontrollable cries came out, the 10-minute cry finally affected the mood of many necromancers, they all stopped singing, and turned their eyes to the direction where their king was.

"Come here and tear this guy who insulted Lord Satan to pieces!"

The necromancer opposite Han Zheng had a high-pitched voice, and let the undead gathered not far away come over and kill Han Zheng, the hateful guy who interfered with their normal summoning!
"Kumilla, this guy can absorb the energy of the big formation, stop him quickly, our safety depends on the protection of the big formation, we can't let him continue to absorb the energy of the big formation!"

In the distance to Han Zheng's left, a necromancer spotted Han Zheng's palm pressing on the light curtain, rapidly absorbing the energy of the formation, and sounded a voice to remind his companions to stop Han Zheng's plundering behavior.

Under the command of Comilla, no less than tens of thousands of undead soldiers rushed over, but Han Zheng grinned at this. Energy, how can it meet Han Zheng's current needs.

The more undead came towards him, the happier he was. A blue-golden halo shrouded himself in it, and the black undead drowned him in a blink of an eye. His vision suddenly darkened, and Han Zheng didn't care. , but smiled gently at the opposite named Comilla.

"I forgot to tell you that no matter how many undead come, it is a great tonic for me. If you don't believe me, just see how long it takes for me to eat all these ten thousand undead. The energy of this large formation is very pure. , wouldn’t it be stolen by Satan in heaven?”

"You are so shameless, you actually did such a shameless act in the war between the two sides, tarnishing this holy war, you are not worthy of being a strong man, I am disgusted and shameless for your actions!"

Comilla cared very much about Han Zheng's words. In just a short while, nearly a thousand undead soldiers were turned into dust, and none of the soul power was absorbed by Han Zheng. This made him faintly worried. .

"Don't be ashamed of your sister! Haven't you heard that soldiers never tire of deceit? This paralysis is a life-and-death battle. No matter what method you use, as long as you can win, you will be the beneficiary. Don't stop and continue singing. My appetite is still quite big. Tell my buddies, see, my whole sheep is a great tonic, and I am calling when I am full if I have no strength!"

Now Han Zheng would like to thank the King of Turning Wheels, he can absorb huge soul power and unspeakably pure light energy with his hands, such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern.

Comilla is like going out to fight with Han Zheng, but he has self-knowledge. Once he goes out, he will be slaughtered for a face-to-face meeting. He has no choice but to continue singing to summon the undead to appear on the stage. This time he did not let the undead participate in the battle.

"Boy, I don't believe that you can continue to absorb it. Can't you eat it? I will let you eat as much as you want, you shameless scum. In the name of Satan, I will refine your soul into mine. Servant for life!"

How could Han Zheng care about what Kumilla said? Drinking wine and eating roasted whole lamb, constantly absorbing pure energy, the sweet days are boundless.

Time passed in the silent contest between the two sides. A golden roasted whole lamb had been eaten by Han Zheng. Sipping the fragrant Huangquan tea, looking at Comilla who had already started to tremble, Han Zheng's smile became wider.

A total of 20 undead were absorbed by Han Zheng, and the hill of ashes piled up behind him was already [-] meters high, but there were still undead who were not afraid of death and rushed towards them.

"thump"

Comilla, because the chanting time is too long, the mental power consumed has made him a little weak, and other necromancers have entered the state of meditation not long ago to recover, Comilla looked at the smile on Han Zheng's face, and it was difficult. Said: "I'm hungry, give me something to eat!"

(End of this chapter)