Versatile Mage: Ye Tianzi

In Black Rock City in northern Xinjiang, Ying Heng traveled through two years, and there was a dark undead stardust in the depths of the sea of ​​​​consciousness - those who suffered the disaster would be doomed once exposed. On the day of awakening, he deliberately showed off the wind and wood elements, both of which were born to amaze the audience, but he suppressed the real undead element. "There are no garbage departments, only garbage people." Wang Yao's words are engraved in the bones and blood. Invitations from the military region and the Hunter Alliance flew in like snow, and he stuffed them all into his drawer. The ancient capital, the paradise of the necromancer, is his real destination. The wind in northern Xinjiang blows year after year. Until one day, the dark stardust burst out. "Bai Qi." The darkness tore apart, and thousands of cavalry trampled through the void. The pressure of the lord is like a mountain falling. He stood on the northwest wall, with a city behind him and the eternal night in front of him. ——There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world, only talents who have grown up. He is not a hero, he is a man who draws a sword in the dark.