Chapter 89 Magic Scroll 1

Xi Kai looked at the gray robe on the ground, as well as the wounds on his body, as well as the magic in the hands of Emperor Fu Qingmo on the ground, and tore apart the magic scroll in his hand and disappeared.

Huangfu Qingmo looked at his hands and frowned.

"What's wrong with Mo'er? Injured? Huangfu Liuyun saw that Huangfu Qingmo had been looking down at his hands, thinking that he was injured, and asked worriedly, although he didn't see Xi Kai attacking Huangfu Qingmo.

"The magic is too slow to fire!" Huangfu Qingmo raised his head and frowned and said to Huangfu Liuyun, if it wasn't for the slow launch of magic just now, he would not be so embarrassed, he just wanted to try the power of magic, but he made himself embarrassed because of the launch time.

"Mo'er, don't think about it." Huangfu Liuyun took Huangfu Qingmo's hand and left the restaurant, maybe he should call Xingyuan to come over and open a restaurant near this academy.

"Young master, there is a magic scroll." Ye Wushuang stretched out his hand to Huangfu Qingmo and explained in a low voice.

"Huh?" Huangfu Qingmo raised his head and glanced at Ye Wushuang suspiciously.

"The problem of slow firing time of magic that the young master said can be compensated for with magic scrolls, which are magic props that engrave magic in the form of magic arrays on various pieces of paper or fur with energy." Night Musou explained.

"It's very similar to Taoist talismans." Huangfu Liuyun listened to Ye Wushuang's explanation and said.

"Yes." Ye Wushuang thought for a moment and nodded.

"What do I need to draw a magic scroll?" Huangfu Qingmo asked.

"Young master, magic scrolls are not something that can be drawn if you want to, you need to learn them specially." Night Musou explained.

"Huh?" Huangfu Qingmo raised his head, he didn't say that he didn't need to learn, he just had to prepare something, and then go to learn.

As if he knew that he had misunderstood, a layer of color appeared on Ye Wushuang's face. 

"Young master, the magic scroll can only be learned after reaching the high-level magician, and because of the complexity of the magic array, many people are reluctant to talk about time to learn this thing." Night Musou adjusted the color of the underneath and explained. 

"You know how to draw?" Huangfu Qingmo looked at Ye Wushuang thoughtfully. 

"A magic scroll that knows how to do low-level magic." Ye Wushuang said. 

"Well, go back and teach me." Huangfu Qingmo said, that as for what can only be learned after high-level magic, she has long forgotten such a thing. 

In a tower-shaped building outside the City of Chaos. 

"You're hurt." In the dimly lit room, Xi Kai appeared, and the voice that had been staying in the room sounded. 

"Hmph." Gray Shadow snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and began to use his spiritual power to recover from his injuries. 

"Looks like you're out of the task." As the voice spoke, a wave of dark magic rippled through the dim room, and it felt like there was no other sound in the dim room except for Xi Kai. 

Looking at the empty and dimly lit room, Xi Kai had no expression on his face. Close your eyes and continue to recover from your injuries. 

The four of Huangfu Qingmo walked in the direction of the academy, and as they got closer to the academy, the surrounding sounds became less and less, and the originally lively street was strangely quiet. 

The four men and one beast stopped and looked around vigilantly. A cruel smile hung on the corner of Huangfu Liuyun's mouth. 

Everyone stood still, but in front of them for a moment, a man dressed in an inky mist appeared, and for the first time, a panicked look appeared on the man's face. 

"Take the young master away. He is a necromancer. Ye Wushuang said anxiously. 

"Guy, do you think you can get out of my undead hell?" There was a sinister laugh in the inky mist. 

"What. Hell of the undead. "The night has no double face, and his complexion has changed greatly. 

"What? Awesome? Huangfu Qingmo raised his eyebrows and looked at the discolored Ye Wushuang. 

"Young Master, the undead in the Undead Hell can be infinitely regenerated. And the current human beings will be suppressed to varying degrees of magic and fighting spirit in it, in this case, unless you can break this undead hell at once, otherwise, it will consume and consume the opponent to death. Saying that, Ye Wushuang's face was inevitably heavy, but soon Emperor Fu Liuyun behind Emperor Fu Qingmo suddenly felt that maybe things were not as bad as he thought. 

Huangfu Liuyun stood there quietly holding Huangfu Qingmo's hand, and Luoqi roared wildly to recover his true body. 

"Master, share the skills?" The Demon Immortal asked in the depths of Huangfu Qingmo's soul. 

"Magic Together." Huangfu Qingmo said lightly, and then saw a demon immortal with a wind flying technique fluttering next to Luoqi, and together with Ye Wushuang, the two of them and one beast lined up in a row to block Huangfu Qingmo and Huangfu Liuyun behind him. 

"Boom." The sound of a clumper could be heard again in the inky mist. 

Then everyone felt the ground in the space around them twist. 

There was a shrill crunch. 

An unpleasant smell of rotting flesh rushed to the nostrils. 

One by one, skulls emerged from the ground. 

"Boys, today is your time to behave." A frantic roar came from the inky mist. 

I saw that the skeletons that were originally standing there quietly, as if they had been stimulated, began to wave the bone knife in their hands frantically. 

The skeletons move slowly, but they are not afraid of pain. 

Night's unmatched fire magic and dark magic are released in turn, bursting fireballs and bumping. The ringing continued. Dark magic, sizzling corrosive sounds, and unpleasant smells filled the space. 

The eight series of magic of the demon immortals let go one by one, but because they were all elementary magic, they could only slow down the progress of those skeletons. 

Luoqi's red lotus karmic fire erupted, and pieces of skeletons melted into flying ashes. 

Just one piece of skeleton melted, and two skeletons emerged from the ground, densely packed. Fill the entire undead hell space. 

"Boom. Enjoy the hospitality of my children. There was a smug laugh in the inky mist. 

Huangfu Liuyun took Huangfu Qingmo's hand, looked at the figure in the thick fog, and frowned. 

Frowning but in an instant, Huangfu Liuyun seemed to remember something interesting, and a pleasant smile hung on the corner of his mouth, saying that it was pleasure rather than evil. 

I saw Huangfu Liuyun's hand slowly raised, and then I saw a pair of flowers and plants suddenly appear in the originally gray space.