Qi He was not in a hurry, still silently mentioning his fingers and calculating, at this time, Yan Yueque suddenly moved.

He raised his hand and made a move, and the space was like broken glass, a crack appeared, and a large number of virtual soldiers crossed the space gap and rushed towards Feng Qiwu again.

Lu Hongyu looked at this shocking scene in a daze, and unconsciously clenched the gun barrel on his waist with his palm. It wasn't that he was shocked by the number of enemy troops, but he was puzzled.

Since he knew that no matter how many virtual soldiers came, they would only be refined into undead warriors, why did he have to send supplies to the enemy again and again, Yan Yueqing, what kind of calculation was he making?

This vague doubt turned into an ominous premonition, coiling around his heart like a shadow.

Feng Qiwu is still calm, sometimes launching a poisonous attack, sometimes attacking with spiritual power, the enemy is almost a piece of death when he waves his sleeve robe, and when the health bar is completely exhausted, he turns into an undead warrior and joins the killing team.

As the soldiers of Group A came batch after batch, the manpower around Feng Qiwu continued to increase under such a trade-off, and the difference in the number of people on both sides was also differentiated at the limit of the visible speed. But Yan Yueque didn't seem to feel his own consumption, and every time a batch of virtual soldiers died, he immediately sent a new batch, and persistently carried out an "impossible battle".

What did he want to do? The uneasy premonition continued to expand in Lu Hongyu's heart. Such a meaningless move doesn't look like it's meant to consume Feng Qiwu's physical strength-

And...... How many people did Group A ambush in the vicinity of this trip? Where did they come from? Why did every time the enemy appeared, there was a visual effect of shattering the space? Could it be that this space ...... Did the enemy lay some trap in the morning?

Just as the two sides were watching the battle with their own thoughts, Feng Qiwu had already finished off the attacking enemy soldiers with a momentum like a bamboo. After a few rounds, Yan Yueque, who had been watching silently, suddenly let out a sneer.

"Feng Qiwu, I have heard that you have a great appetite, but I didn't expect you to eat so happily even the erbium food for your own funeral?"

Feng Qi Wu flicked the sleeves of his robe, and said disdainfully: "Yan Yueque, you should know that I am a necromancer, and besides, I am not a half-hung person like Ye Shuo, even if you send more dead corpses, I can eat them!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his fingers, and with a "whoosh" sound, more than a dozen black beams of light shot out, successively penetrating the necks of the newly dead enemy soldiers, and signing soul contracts with them.

However, this time, Feng Qiwu obviously felt that the manipulation of those soldiers began to be abnormal.

Not only was the surrounding air pressure disordered, but even the divine consciousness that penetrated into their bodies encountered an unknown obstacle, which had a fierce impact on their soul restraints.

Feng Qiwu frowned slightly, this situation, after he mastered the undead spell, it had almost not happened for a long time, what the hell was this——?

Yan Yueque saw it on the side, and couldn't help but sneer: "Feng Qiwu, I said a long time ago, your luck today is quite bad." ”

Provoked by him, Feng Qiwu raised his head suddenly, and the two dark shadows dragged out of the corners of his eyes also looked even more gloomy in his cold sight at the moment.

"Then I'll let you see the true strength of the necromancer before you die!"

As his spiritual power soared, more and more Yin Spirits emerged from his body, and dark blue flames fluttered in the air, quickly piecing together a huge beast's mouth. Huangquan is full of life, and this extremely impactful appearance alone is enough to frighten people's souls.

In the cry of the ghost, Feng Qiwu's raised palm suddenly clenched in the next moment.

"Swallow!"

As soon as the huge beast's mouth squirmed, it swooped down and bit down on the newly dead soldiers!

Seeing that the group of virtual soldiers had been completely shrouded in death, Feng Qiwu's expression returned to a little arrogant.

In his opinion, it was impossible for his necromancy spell to go wrong, maybe it was just that he had devoured too many recruits in one breath today, and even he would feel struggling.

But the necromantic beast that was incarnated this time was condensed by a large number of Yin soldiers in his own hands, representing the high-end strength of necromancy. Let it take action and devour these recruits, and it will definitely be foolproof!

Yan Yueque just watched from the other side for a long time. The necromantic beast summoned by Feng Qiwu did make him frown slightly at first. But in just a moment, there was a trace of an unexpected sneer in his eyes.

It's as if all of Feng Qiwu's actions are progressing according to the rhythm he wants-

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, the yin qi emitted by the necromantic beast had clearly transformed most of the virtual soldiers into the form of undead warriors, but just when the transformation was about to be completely completed, the dead qi that had already settled down was eroded into the body, and a riot broke out again. Feng Qiwu could feel that even the necromantic beast was breaking away from his soul control!

"What's going on, how can this be?" Feng Qiwu was really surprised this time. If it is because of his lack of physical strength, he can't completely control those recruits, but this necromantic beast is condensed by a large number of Yin soldiers under his command, each of which has already signed a soul contract with him, and there is absolutely no possibility that it will be free from his own manipulation ......!

Unless...... Unless there is a necromancer with a higher rank than you...... But he is a powerhouse in the Tongtian Realm, and the gap in the realm is enough to bring an insurmountable combat power bonus to the special profession! It is impossible for someone to participate in this trial to cultivate the Necromancy Spell, and the realm is also comparable to himself, this is impossible...... No way......!

"Feng Qiwu, aren't you confident that you can fiddle with the revenant?" Yan Yueque smiled gloomily, stretching her arms to the sides, "Then you can open your eyes again and see, what kind of place is this-"

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed, from green mountains and green waters, to a gloomy and miserable cemetery.

All landscapes have peeled off their once glorious coats, revealing the most primitive bleakness.

There are endless desolate graves, and even complete tombstones cannot be found. From time to time, crows flew over the sky and hissed lowly. The ground is overgrown with weeds, white bones are piled up, and the ghost fires are dotted, and the loneliness of the dry grave is cut through from time to time. The spirits of the dead were mournful, the wind was blowing, and though it was daytime, it was as gloomy as night.

Feng Qiwu looked at the changes in front of him indifferently, and there was a dangerous depression that was gathering in his pupils.

Not only was it the beginning, but the formations were laid along the way, leading them in the wrong direction, and even the battle arena was always covered by illusions...... He began to believe that Group A was indeed a big game.

It's no wonder that every time the virtual soldiers appear, they will make a special trip to shatter the space, that is, this is not a real space at all! What they touch when they step into it is actually the boundary between the virtual and the real of the two spaces!

Although he still couldn't be sure what was going on here, the reality of the undead warrior out of control made him feel bad for the first time. Perhaps, Group A really found some means to restrain him...... And this method may make him capsize in the gutter......

"How is it, are you surprised?" It wasn't until the surrounding scenery had completely ended that Yan Yueque smiled faintly and stepped forward slowly, "When we first found this place, we were just as surprised as you. ”

"Because, it's a place that is completely compatible with your attributes. ”

Feng Qiwu was silent, and Lu Hongyu clenched the barrel of the gun. The solemn atmosphere seems to be even more strange in this special environment.

"This is the place where the dead return. Yan Yueque slowed down her speech and revealed the answer word by word, "It is also the only mass grave in this trial space." ”

"Those undead soldiers, although they are temporarily under your control and stay in the yang world, but this is their true home. At this point, their suppressed instincts will reawaken, and they will rush to get home, in search of a relief—"

"In other words, the necromancer abilities that you are so proud of are completely nullified in this place. So I said a long time ago that this is the best cemetery for you. ”

It wasn't until recently that the members of Group A began to notice the hidden mysteries of this space.

Originally, it was indeed just a barren ancient battlefield, but at the same time, it was a preliminary model area.

If we use the analogy of procedural modeling, this space is a primary model domain, and the operator can follow his own mind and build a variety of models. As long as you don't violate the special limitations of this space, you can freely open up infinite possibilities.

And the limitation of this space is a "traditional ancient style".

As long as it is a place that may appear in ancient times, it can be automatically generated. So in the early days, there were only seven basic cities, as well as virtual soldiers and granaries. But as the war progressed, there were also deserted villages and bandits, all of which were real simulations of ancient life.

A mass grave, appearing on the edge of the ancient battlefield, there will be no conflict. And because this is a battlefield, after a large number of soldiers on the front line are killed in battle, the bodies are often thrown directly to mass graves because there is nowhere to bury them. As a result, the Yin Qi in the entire cemetery was very thick, heavy enough to disturb the undead soldiers!

One way to crack the Necromancer spell is to have more strength than the necromancer, and the other way is to duel in some special arena. There, the strength of the necromancer will also be suppressed, and others can take advantage of it!

Being able to discuss "using mass graves to restrain the undead" is indeed a significant breakthrough for the members of Group A. And the reason why Yan Yueque summoned a large number of virtual soldiers, which appeared in the eyes of others was a rather illogical "giving away people's heads" behavior, was to let them merge with the special aura of this place after they died in battle, and continue to enhance the intensity of the dead qi. Wait until it breaks through the saturation value...... Even Feng Qiwu can't control it anymore!

"And there's a lot of dead air coiling around here. As Yan Yueque spoke, she also glanced around meaningfully, "Their strength will be multiplied here." Can you really suppress the riot of this group of angry ghost soldiers?"

Although Feng Qiwu was angry in his heart, he was still not exposed in front of the enemy.

"Even if I can't manipulate the undead warriors, I have other means!"

The gloomy voice fell, and he raised his hand suddenly, and two poisonous dragons shot out of the air like ribbons, bringing a series of sharp sonic booms. The poisonous mist that spread out turned half of the sky a deep purple.

However, before this fierce attack could touch Yan Yueque, those undead warriors who were abandoned on the side suddenly rushed out first, waving their hands and rushing towards Feng Qiwu.

Necromancy spells are also risky, that is, when collecting prey, you must do what you can, and if they get out of control, they will inevitably eat back against their owners!

"Whoosh!

The poison dragon pierced through the undead soldier's head with lightning speed. But the two Yin soldiers were still unscathed except for a slight tremor in their bodies. Moreover, such an attack clearly angered them, and the speed of the flying pounce was also twice as fast as before. The big mouth opened, revealing two rows of white fangs, which was shocking.

Feng Qiwu's face was gloomy, and the sleeves of his robe waved, resisting their attacks, and at the same time, he was constantly thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

As a manipulator, he knows better than anyone that undead warriors are not afraid of physical and magical damage, and they are not afraid of poisonous attacks, and can resurrect infinitely...... In a word, there are no obvious weaknesses at all. Once domesticated, it will be even more difficult than zombies!

With this hand, he has defeated countless enemies. But now, when the sharpest spear turned to him, it also made him feel very troubled.

In desperation, he could only hold up the hourglass, hoping that by reversing time, he could temporarily eliminate the dead air in this area.

"I forgot to tell you," Yan Yue reminded him in a provocative manner, "This is the gap between the two worlds of yin and yang, and there is a large amount of space-time turbulence. So if you want to manipulate time here, you might get yourself stuck in a rift in time and space, and you'll never come back—"

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows twisted suddenly, but he, who had gone to the mass grave in person to collect the experience of the revenant, also knew that Yan Yueque did not lie to himself in this section.

Right now...... He couldn't summon other undead soldiers anymore, once they appeared, not only would they not become his helpers, but they would join this group of rioting Yin troops! And these ghost soldiers, even if he wanted to take them back to his soul realm, there was nothing he could do.

What the hell should I do......? Will you really be entangled here? ...... the last drop of blood from the spear you throw?

At this time, he had no time to talk, and he had to do his best just to deal with the undead soldiers in front of him. Yan Yueque was also happy to see him exhaust his strength, he sat on the wall with a leisurely face, and laughed and talked with a few people beside him from time to time.

Now, the situation is completely in his hands.

There are only two ways waiting for Feng Qiwu, one is to be killed by his own undead soldiers.

And the other, even if the undead can't kill him...... I'll make up for it myself!

As long as Feng Qiwu dies, the rest of the people in Group B are not all captured?

(End of chapter)