Robe of the Necromancer...
Soul Binding Bottle...
This set of equipment worn by Lu Ran was the standard issue for the high ranks of the Death Divine Sect.
As he made his motions fluidly like flowing clouds, the scene plunged into silence.
Ji Yuan's expression changed repeatedly.
"Do you still want to continue?" Lu Ran looked at his opponent, retracted the Soul Binding Bottle, and casually loosened his grip on the Bone Sword, allowing the Corpse Dog to silently float to the side.
"Legendary Bone Sword..."
At that moment, the inside of the Necromancy Cult trembled in disbelief.
That was a legendary Undead Weapon!
"Dad," in the Spirit Beast Commerce Guild, Ling Wanner, who had served tea to Lu Ran, looked at her father with tearful eyes.
At this moment, father and daughter suddenly recalled Lu Ran's introduction.
An ancient from thousands of years ago.
If it had been earlier, they might not have believed it.
