The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

Zhang Hao followed all the way behind the noble magician. The servant was also cautious, turning around the city until it was completely dark. After repeatedly confirming that there was no one behind him, he performed a floatation technique to the outskirts of the city. Flying away, fortunately, the flying speed of the aerospace technique was not very fast, and coupled with the bright moonlight, Zhang Hao was able to follow closely behind with his light power on the ground, so that he would not get rid of him.

　　 The noble magician landed in the courtyard of a mansion. In Zhang Hao's view, it was a haunted house rather than a mansion. There was not a trace of light in the entire Chinese building. It seemed to be abandoned by the moon goddess. A huge dark cloud in the sky covered the moon, and he couldn't see his fingers. There was no sound of insects and birds, and whenever the squalid wind blew, weird whimpers sounded around.

　　 Zhang Hao jumped over the fence, jumped into the courtyard, and leaned against the wall. The noble magician did not rush into the building, but Shi looked around for a while, then turned his head abruptly, staring at the gate on Zhang Hao's right.

Zhang Hao gave a stare in his heart, and secretly heard an evil door. This aristocratic magician had completely lost his daytime style. He saw his dazzling blond hair quickly turn yellow and fall off. It turned out that his blue eyes turned into two flames, a blue flame. Zhang Hao seemed to be able to hear the sound of the flame burning. The whole face became pale, the handsome face that was healthy and sunny quickly sank, and his hair became wrinkled, like a dried corpse in the desert.

The mummy patrolled for a while, and threw two blue magic **** into the air. Zhang Hao saw that it was actually a magic he hated. The light of development immediately turned upside down, jumped out of the wall, removed the invisible enchantment, and leaned against it. Against the wall. The blue light illuminates the entire Hualou, but it also looks even stranger. Zhang Hao pricked his ears and listened quietly to the movement in the courtyard.

　　 The sound of the wooden door opening and closing came from the courtyard, and Zhang Hao thought to himself that most of the corpse had already entered the mansion. After waiting for a while, the magical aging of the visible light in the air passed. Zhang Hao became invisible again, and turned into the courtyard again. He just fell to the ground and found that the whole mansion suddenly came alive, and every window was bleeding red. The light, flickering and dimming, looked strange. Zhang Hao settled down, walked to the window, stuck to the root of the wall, listened carefully for a while, and after confirming that there was no movement in the room, he turned over and jumped in.

As soon as I jumped into the room, I saw an aristocratic woman by the wall staring at him with big blood-red eyes. She was startled and was about to draw her sword, only to find that this woman was just a mural. Her red eyes are just a pair of red magic torches. Zhang Hao sighed, walked to the door, carefully opened the door, looked back at the fresco woman, and felt that her'eyes' seemed to be alive, turning with him, even though he knew it was because The illusion caused by the light, but still can't help feeling a chill all over the body, with hair standing upright, and hurried out of the room.

Who knows that the situation outside the room is more terrifying than the inside. There is only one "mural" woman in the room. There is a mural like this every ten steps or so on the aisle. A woman staring at you with blood-red eyes open, Zhang Hao still feels scalp tingling despite Zhang Hao's firm mind.

　　 The sound of footsteps came from upstairs, and Zhang Hao listened carefully and knew that the sound should be the corpse of the nobleman. I calmed my mind, ignored these weird "red eyes", followed the walkway to find the stairs, and went up to the second floor.

　　 The corpse's walking speed was very fast, and Zhang Hao listened to the sound all the way to follow. The building was too quiet, Zhang Hao could only slow down for fear of making a sound to disturb the corpse in front of him. In this way, Zhang Hao finally caught up with the corpse of the nobleman on the fourth floor, and followed him closely six meters behind him.

　　 The mummy came to a door and pushed in. Zhang Hao tiptoed to the door, holding his breath, quietly listening to the movement inside. Soon after, two sounds like nails drawn under the blackboard were heard in the room. They were harsh and disgusting. Zhang Hao felt that the voices of the two people were comparable to those of the test.

　　"Master, the magic materials you want have been collected, and they will be shipped to the southern border tomorrow. When do you plan to leave?

　　 "Wait until my magic power is halfway back! By the way, the priestess I want you to capture, how many have you gotten?"

　　 "This...I'm sorry, master, the subordinates are incompetent, and none of them were caught!"

　　 "Huh, none of them were caught? Just listen to the reasons!"

　　 "There are not many churches in our country, so priests are very rare, and women priests are even rarer. It should have been possible to catch one today, but it was destroyed by an abominable green-haired thief!"

　　 Zhang Hao was stunned when he heard outside the door: Isn’t this talking about me? It seems that in the afternoon robbing of the priest, it was not a coincidence that the noble magician appeared there, but what did he want to capture the priest and give his master? Is there any shame in it?

　　 "That thief is very powerful? You can't beat him personally?" There were waves of cold in the hoarse voice.

"No, the subordinate did not take action. It was daytime. I was afraid of revealing my identity and delaying the master's plan!" The noble mummy's harsh voice was full of fear: "That thief has a special talent. I just peeped at him last time. Just because he didn't know what weird grudge he used, his body was hit hard!"

　　 "Just peeping with magic, the body in the distance is seriously injured? I have never heard of anyone who can do this, even if the Pope makes a move, is he holding the sacred sword of the gods in his hand?"

　　 "It should be impossible. The thieves are not qualified to get the Sacred Sword of Protoss at all. I think it would be the same if it were the Pope!" said the mummy cautiously.

"Hmph, Bibi Rabbit at the bottom of the well, there was a thief 60 years ago. Not only was he carrying the Demon Devouring Sword, he also held the Elf Clan’s Goddess of Nature’s scepter to eliminate all the fluctuations in his body. Hum, do you think Only the great sacrifice of the elves are qualified to take the scepter of the goddess of nature?"

　　 "How is it possible, how can a thieves use the Scepter of the Goddess of Nature!"

　　 "Are you suspicious of me? My cute little thing!"

　　 "Don't dare, I'm just so surprised!"

　　 "In any case, you have to catch me a priest before the day after tomorrow. The higher the rank, the better. There is nothing for you here. Go on!"

　　 "Yes! The subordinates must work hard to do it!" When the words were over, the sound of footsteps came towards the door.

　　 Zhang Hao immediately flew over, stepped out of the window, put his hands on the edge of the window, and hung himself in the air. The door was opened with a creak, and the mummy noble came out. Zhang Hao looked over the door and looked into the room. Apart from a luxurious bench, there was nothing in the room, let alone a figure.

　　 There is a weirdness. There are obviously two people talking in the room, but why only one ‘person’ comes out, Zhang Hao is full of doubts. The noble mummy suddenly sniffed in the air, and said to himself: "Strange, how can I smell a living person!"

　　 will not be discovered anymore! Zhang Hao secretly begged in his heart, his whole body stretched tight, as long as the noble corpse changed slightly, he would attack with all his strength. At first glance, this guy is the necromancer often referred to in the mercenary world. Its notoriety is well-known throughout the continent, not to mention the terrible situation of Harou, so Zhang Hao naturally paid great attention to it and beware of it.

　　 "Maybe I'm so worried!" The mummy looked around, and went downstairs along the original road.

　　 The door was not closed, Zhang Hao jumped back into the aisle and walked cautiously into the room. Except for the luxurious chair in the center, there are magic torches on the left and right walls of the ‘woman’s head’. There is nothing else in the room.

　　 Maybe there is some secret passage, he hid along the passage! Zhang Hao guessed, looking around by the way, except that the chair in the middle is relatively obtrusive, there is nothing worth noting. Could this chair be the mechanism that opened the secret passage? Zhang Hao smiled inwardly: How could the mechanism be set up in such a conspicuous place!

　　 Although it was impossible, Zhang Hao went over and tried to dial the chair twice. After all, there should be no harm in dialing it. In case it is really a mechanism, then luck.

　　 Zhang Hao walked over and stretched out his hand to touch the chair, but suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows. Without thinking about it, he drew his sword and chopped the chair into two pieces. A piercing roar suddenly broke out from the chair: "Who is it, who struck me with a sword!" Zhang Hao was shocked, and immediately reacted: The ghost of this world!

When he was in the Dark Lair, he already knew that he couldn't see the ghosts of this world. Humans had always been jealous of what they couldn't see. Zhang Hao was no exception, but he didn't run away because he could hear the roar just now. When he came out, the ghost not only couldn't see the invisible self, but also seemed to be very jealous of his internal strength, so he countered fear as strength, and in response to the tingling sensation on his forehead, he slashed at the place where the Yin energy was most abundant. Every time I cut a sword, I feel Yin Qi weakens by one point.

"Damn thief, this is the power of the God of Chaos that has disappeared for thousands of years! You must be the thief who wounded Rogge!" The roar of the ghost became weak, and Zhang Hao snorted coldly. This guy is mostly on the southern border of the forest. The incident is related to the incident, and sending someone to rob the pastor, presumably it is not a good thing, and it must not be kept. Thinking of this, the internal force on the sword is a little stronger.

　　 This ghost somehow, under Zhang Hao's attack, did not have the power to fight back at all. It also tried to deal with Zhang Hao with mental attack magic such as mental heavy blows, but it was of no use at all. Zhang Hao's sword carried a strange sticky force, and he set it in place, unable to fly at all, and couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

　　 Yin Qi has become weak and inaudible, and Zhang Hao knows that if he takes another two or three swords, he will definitely get the results. At this juncture, Zhang Hao heard the loud wind behind his head, and lay down in a hurry. He twisted his body and made a swallow copy the water. Pressing his hands on the ground, Zhang Hao flew out five or six meters to the side. Two **** bone spurs were nailed to the bench, stirring up a burst of red mist, and dissolving the chair into a pile of scum. There was also a short black bone spur that suddenly turned in the middle. Zhang Hao thought it was transformed by magic, and patted it with a palm wind, but he did not expect that the bone spur was only slower and still flew towards Zhang Hao, unexpectedly. After being pierced into the palm of his left hand by it, Zhang Hao let out a snorted sound, and then he snorted. Looking back, the mummy went and returned, standing at the door shouting: "Damn thieves, dare to break into the necromancer's territory, prepare to accept the pain of falling into hell!"

　　 The faint Yin Qi took this opportunity to pass through the wall and flee outward. At this moment, the blue light appeared in the house. Zhang Hao knew that the mummy was using the light of development and ignored it, allowing the invisibility barrier to be broken. Jumped out of the window, jumped down from the third floor, and chased the Yin Qi away. Zhang Hao believes that someone who can be called a master by a necromancer must have a special ability and must not allow it to regain its strength. It must take this opportunity to make it impossible to even a ghost.

"Faithful servant, wake up from the endless darkness and despair, and obey my orders~www.wuxiahere.com~to do my will..." The mummy made a levitating technique and slowly fell from the third floor. , While singing weird spells.

　　 Zhang Hao ignored him. Magic was not a big threat to him, so he could ignore it, but he didn't run a few steps but found frustratedly that the Yin Qi rose rapidly and disappeared into the night sky. Zhang Hao struck a sword on the ground fiercely, saying, "Damn it, it's just a little bit worse."

　　 The surrounding land loosened for a while, and even number of white bone claws protruded from the soil, smashing the mud soldiers, and more than 300 yellow and white skeletons broke out of the ground and surrounded Zhang Hao.

"Damn thief, dare to break into my territory, ready to accept the pain and...!" The necromancer stopped suddenly, and he saw Zhang Hao turning around to look at him. He looked like that. I remember very familiar.

　　 "How could it be you!" The mummy let out a horrified roar, and turned to use the flying magic to escape into the night sky. Zhang Hao had already guessed that it would run away, and with a wave of his right hand, the long sword pierced the air, just inserting it into the back of the Necromancer's head. The necromancer screamed, fell from the air and turned into a pile of white powder. The skeletons surrounding Zhang Hao also collapsed because of the lack of magical support and turned into a pile of bones again.

　　 In an unknown place in the distance, a black-robed magician like a skeleton vomited seven mouthfuls of black blood and fell to his knees, trembling constantly.

Zhang Hao pulled out the bone spurs in his hand and found that his palm was black, obviously poisonous. He tried his luck to force the poison, but there was no effect. The black color spread slowly upwards along the blood vessels. He picked up his long sword, picked up light work, and ran towards the mercenary union.