my demon

As an undead lich, so much and so thick evil spirit should be his energy, endless resentment, fear, pain screaming, trembling, as if they found their king, they were obviously suppressed in Here, absorbing the dragon spirit of national fortune here, this place of resentment that destroys everything is formed.

The lord of the dead should have absorbed these grievances. This is the grievance of absorbing the fate of a country. After he absorbs it, he must be able to restore [-]% to [-]% of his magic power, and he will be the only one in this world and do whatever he wants.

The lich stared down at the screaming monster dragon hovering under his feet, crazily craving for his absorption, and quietly stretched out his pale bony hand, with the ring of soul on the bony finger.

The immortal soul body was also resonating with the monster dragon, as if trembling to merge.

It was another full moon night, the mountains were covered with snow, the quiet imperial mausoleum was silent, and the souls of the past kings seemed to feel something, trembling with sadness.

This is the country of the little emperor. Once the dynasty collapses, the little emperor can only dissipate as a true dragon, and the way of heaven can only reunite with the right time, place and people, waiting for the next king to appear.

If there are other liches, there is probably no other way but to absorb the evil spirit of this land of the dead.Absorbing evil spirits to become a powerful lich with evil spirits is an existence that is out of balance for this world.Only by liberating these grievances and purifying these evil spirits, can the original energy of the real dragon's energy that this land belongs to be returned to this land, this dragon vein.

To save...the eminent monks in this world can't save these souls, can't save these dead spirits, and can't purify these evil spirits.

Because of such a strong evil spirit, even in their world, a holy mage at the pope level needs to take action to purify it.

Or the honorary grand paladin with the title of eight virtues, or the ascetic holy priests, can purify this evil place that has absorbed the fortune of a country.

In addition to purification, the vitality of this land needs to be gathered again, otherwise, after purification, this place is already dead, and it will take at least another hundred years of nourishment to slowly regenerate vegetation and life, and restore the earth's energy.

Only the life magic of the elves can bring such a dead place back to life quickly.

Liches, as undead spirits, are naturally opposed to light-type magic, and life magic is completely useless against liches.

If other liches were here, they would probably just absorb this huge amount of necromantic aura, and then wait for the country to be destroyed and the next king to appear.

It just so happened that he was here.

His mother, a young daughter of an elf queen, had married a human mage, and he was a quarter elf, though that had lost its meaning now that he had become a lich.

But he has a precious branch of the world tree. When the tender branches of the world tree are inserted into the soil, they will perform a thriving song of life. It will protect all the vegetation and creatures around it. The plants will come back to life, and the natural elements will be attracted here, making this place full of vitality, everything will be revived, thriving, wild animals will multiply, and the vegetation will be full of aura.

He was once a gifted young magician who was able to cast forbidden spells at the age of 16. The Pope cherished him very much. He had assisted the church in many battles against evil spirits, and even the Pope personally bestowed on him the Great Illuminati Seal.

Great light art, the most bright, the most pure, the most great, when it is cast, endless light storms and judgments will be carried out, resentful spirits will be purified, death will be extinct, plagues will be dispelled, and evil will be expelled .

Only those who have never committed a crime can be pardoned in the enchantment of the Great Light Art.

The right time and the right place for the people, all coincidentally, if a Lich, a Dharma God, a Pope or an Elven Queen is here in person, it will not be able to perfectly solve this place where the dragon veins are cut off, dried up and dead.

Only he, the descendant of the elf queen, the favorite of the pope, and the lich turned from a genius mage, can solve this matter.

This is the little emperor's luck, and he is already the little emperor's luck here.

The pope is a demigod, and his great light technique is of course unparalleled. The only problem is that he is now a lich, and after casting it, he himself will be judged.

If he was still a demigod in the past, he would not have to worry about the fatal damage that this great light technique would cause to him.

But now his soul body is weak, and he couldn't even cast a decent spell a year ago. Although he has absorbed a lot of soul body during this period of time, and has been nourished by the little emperor's real dragon energy, his soul body has become much stronger. But to cast such a demigod-level spell, even if there is a spell, he needs his own mana as a guide. The stronger his mana is, the stronger the great light spell he casts will be.

This is simply suicidal.

Of course, as an undead lich, the soul box is still in a safe place, this blow should still not be able to destroy his soul body, but... he will definitely enter deep sleep again, just like before.

And the next time I wake up again, I don't know when it will be.

On the bright side, the little emperor will definitely carry his own soul box close to him. After this crisis is over, his true dragon aura will become stronger and stronger, nourishing the soul box to some extent.

Maybe... can he wake up before the little emperor grows old?I hope it won't be too long, after all, the lifespan of people in this world is too short, like morning dew.

The golden light talisman fell from the bone hand, and the bone hand was burned by the light, emitting light smoke.

The golden light fell all the way, and the resentful spirit screamed and avoided. The thick resentment was originally like a dark abyss, but it quickly dispersed when the golden light fell. A semicircle of bright barriers was formed, expanding layer by layer from the inside to the outside, like golden water patterns, like bright bubbles, swelling and enlarging, covering everything.

That is the Holy Light, the Holy Light that purifies all.

Most bright, most pure, most holy.

Great Illuminati.

The Lich lowered his head, and his golden long hair fluttered in this extremely holy light, gradually turning into a golden light, slowly merging with the golden light.

The cold and pale thin lips parted lightly:

"In the name of the undead...

Summon the Lord of Light.

I am the accuser of the dead, the immortal, the disbelievers.

From the place of renunciation to darkness, I pray to the Lord of Light...

With a pure light, with a holy song, with a judgment of supreme justice

Purify all, heal all, forgive all, shelter all, judge all.

To the lingering, to the resentful, to the wandering,

To rest, to bless, to shelter.

I am... Reaper of Souls, Lord of Fear, Lord of the Dead.

I will not die here, I will live forever.

I am innocent. "

The holy storm held tens of thousands of golden lightnings down, and the judgment of light came.

The wraiths howled and screamed and wanted to escape, but they were still shrouded in the expanding golden and holy barriers of light.

The holy fire ignited, and countless ghosts wailed in the platinum bright flame, but they stopped crying after being bathed in the holy light enchantment, and knelt down quietly, the dark evil spirit slowly faded, and the faint human figure showed After coming out, they prayed devoutly to the air, and the phantom suddenly dispersed, turning into bursts of golden sand, and the holy storm swept past and scattered in the wind.

The pit of bones has been completely purified, and it is heavily covered with a layer of bright golden sand.

The air is full of fluttering golden gravel, flying in the extremely bright light, like the gravel in the sun, the purified souls are flying to find their destination.

The sacred song reverberated in the air, grand, majestic, majestic, ethereal, and countless harmonies fused together in the air.

Huge bright golden wings emerged behind the lich, and the lich was bathed in the sacred golden light, like an archangel above the holy sky.

He raised his face slightly, and a tear of golden light slowly fell from his golden eyes.

The phantom of the soul body with wings completely turned platinum and disappeared slowly, as if merging with the endless holy light.

A green branch slowly fell, landed on the thick golden sand, and quickly grew into a huge tree shadow, and then spread out suddenly, turning into thousands of green light spots, and the stars merged into the whole building. Mausoleum mountains.

As the warm wind blows, countless fluffy grasses and wild flowers suddenly grow in the golden sand, one after another, and the mountain is full of star-like flowers.

Fan Zuosi, who was far below the mountain, looked at the holy golden light that could hardly be seen directly, sobbed and knelt down on his knees, piously resting his forehead on the smooth gray stone of the tomb passage, tears streaming from his eyes.

And the distant capital.

Deep above the forbidden palace, flakes of snow fell on the glazed tiles, the bone lord was floating in the air, his skirt was flying in the air, his face was pale and he looked towards the east, with a panicked expression; "My lord...why didn't you call me to die?" Wu Yun With flowers on her shoulders, she arched her body, her green eyes were astonishingly bright with ghostly fire.

In the Forbidden Palace, Empress Dowager Sun suddenly woke up from a dream, feeling wet, sticky and slippery under her body, she reached out to touch it, her hands were bright red and smelly, and screams pierced through the void of the Forbidden Palace.

In Baoguang Temple, Master Pujue, who was meditating, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face was ashen. He stood up and walked out of the meditation room with his Zen stick. Looking at the cold and dark night sky, he suddenly raised his palm and sang the Buddha's name slowly. :"Amitabha."

Qi Yuan came out of the room, saw the blood on his lips, and asked blankly, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Pujue Guoshi looked up at the sky and folded his palms together: "There is a sage who sacrificed his life, and his fate has been changed. Amitabha, so good."

He crossed his Zen staff and held Qi Yuan in both hands: "Pu Cheng, from now on, you will be the abbot."

Qi Yuan was surprised, but saw Pu Jue chant: "There is a Buddha to be achieved. There are sentient beings to be saved. There is a Dharma to be taught. All sentient beings have become Buddhas. They have saved lives. They have passed Nirvana."

All the monks in the temple were startled and ran out, and then watched Master Pujue untie the Buddhist beads and scattered them around the mountain gate, and shouted, "I'm going!" The monk's clothes went down the mountain in the snowy night and never looked back.

Xiao Yan, who fell asleep with his eyes closed on the soft magic bed, suddenly woke up, touched the soul box in his hand, got up and walked out of the door, looked outside, and saw a clear moon in the cold sky, bright and grand.

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In the first month of the eighth year of Yanping, the mausoleum guard reported that a great light suddenly appeared on a snowy night in Deling.And at dawn, I found spring grass growing all over the hills, and there were also different flowers blooming like stars. Such auspicious varieties should be the manifestation of the holy ancestor.

Xuan, the emperor personally went to Yeling, and performed the great sacrificial ceremony in plain clothes, and shed tears at the place where different flowers grew in the tomb.

The author has something to say:

"There is a Buddha to be attained. There are sentient beings to be saved. There is a Dharma to be said... All sentient beings have become Buddhas. They have saved their lives. They have passed Nirvana." Notes on Precepts and Disorders"