A layer of white mist rose out of nowhere, and soon filled the entire hall, and the figures on the coffins were soon all hidden in the fog, and it was impossible to see them really. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Phil tried to perceive it, and found that there seemed to be countless layers of nets in front of him, layer by layer, and it was difficult to distinguish five meters away, and he didn't know the specific situation after the white fog at all. I also tried it with a cactus chip, and the result was just a little better, and the perception distance increased to ten meters, but the effect was not very great.

The Frost Giant was already in front of him, followed by Fanny, followed by the others, and Phil at the rear.

After one last reminder to beware of the fish that slipped through the net, Fanny followed the frost giant into the white mist, and the rest of the group scattered in all directions, one by one, looking for the coffin, which contained something called corpse fluid, which was very popular among the apothecary and the shadow necromantic wizard apprentices. It's just that it's not easy to preserve, and if you come into contact with air for more than a few minutes, it will deteriorate, so you need to be fast. And these coffins often have some special moss plants on them, which is also a good thing.

Phil didn't need to sell these things for money, but it happened that he had to collect them, whether it was potions or pu yingcao, there was a demand for them.

In the white mist, Phil walked into a coffin.

It was impossible to tell what it was, and it was covered with thick moss all around. Seeing Phil approaching, a child's white face suddenly grew on these mosses, his nose wrinkled, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, and faintly, it seemed that the cry of a child could be heard.

This is grimace moss, which is very helpful for Pu Yingcao.

Phil grabbed it carefully, and the moss squirmed and was about to run to the other side, but Phil made a dash and successfully intercepted it.

Carefully peeling it down the edge of the child's face, Phil rudely shoved it into a medium-sized test tube. The other mosses on the coffin trembled, as if they were sad for a departed companion, but they were not formed, and Phil would die immediately when he removed them, so he ignored them.

Cover with stopper and store carefully.

At the same time, Phil looked inside the coffin, and in just a few moments, the corpse fluid inside had completely deteriorated.

Phil went to check the other coffins, some had grimaces, some didn't, Phil wasn't in a hurry, he only needed a few pieces of grimace moss, no more was useless. If it weren't for the fact that grimace moss is extremely difficult to cultivate, one piece would be enough.

In addition, Phil also obtained several test tubes of corpse fluid, and in general, Phil's harvest has been very sufficient for this trip to the ruins.

It's just that I finally met the corpse coffin, and of course the harvest can't be only that.

In the white mist, the people in the huge hall had gradually dispersed.

Only the sound of the Frost Giant's attack could be heard from time to time, it attracted all the firepower in front of it, and Phil also saw several corpses around him that had been shattered by the frost sorcery, if they were not sealed in ice, they would immediately decay, in fact, the air had begun to fill the air with a corrosive aura unique to corpses, emitting a disgusting stench.

It's just that after Phil started learning the green armor technique, he has become a little used to this taste. After all, the best material for cultivating Pu Ying grass is these bones that have just rotted and are still connected to stinky meat.

Now that the Frost Giant was halfway forward, Phil was at the end, surrounded by white mist, and there was no one else but Phil, faintly quiet.

He stood in an open space, quietly waiting.

There was a "click", a subtle sound that Phil wouldn't have even been able to notice if he hadn't paid close attention.

Phil sensed it, and there was still no movement around, but when he changed to a cactus chip to check, he immediately saw that seven or eight corpses had been erected around him, floating quietly on the coffin, surrounding Phil in the middle. There is still some frost left on their bodies, but a little frost does not affect their movements at this time.

Phil looked up at the white fog around him, but still saw nothing.

If it hadn't been for the precautions, no one else would have noticed that there was a life-threatening danger hidden behind these white fogs around them, right?

I don't know when, some black gas gradually mixed with the white mist, slowly seeping towards Phil. And if you look at it with your senses, you will find that there is no difference between these black gases and white fog. Wizards with psychic perception are no different from fighting in the darkness of the night and during the day, and are even more sensitive to the situation around them. But sometimes, perception is not as effective as the eye, and it can give the illusion that everything is under control.

This is a deadly delusion.

Phil stood quietly in place, seemingly unaware.

After a while, the black gas had already penetrated Phil's feet.

Just then, Phil pulled a bow out of his sack.

As if some mechanism had been touched, eight corpses flashed at the same time and pounced on Phil.

At the same time, black gas flooded Phil.

It seems that Phil has no escape, these black qi are composed of very thick death qi, which is very terrifying, even if the wizard touches it, the body will have a trace of paralysis, let alone the wizard apprentice. That's why Charles said before that ten corpse coffins can make a first-class wizard apprentice hate, the most important thing is that these black gases are difficult to find and cannot be dispersed, such as appendages, which first cut off your perception, and then erode your body, this time is very short, and you haven't even reacted yet. And at this time, the corpses that emit these black gases will come and end your life.

This model Phil is very familiar with, and there is no need to guess, the original invention idea of the sickle ghost of Senluo Bone Fort Academy came from the corpse coffin, but after all, it was subject to many restrictions, so it was inferior in terms of combat effectiveness and means. It's just that the scythe ghost has abandoned the body, and there is completely life condensation.

Since the root causes are the same, it is much easier for Nafir to deal with.

A faint fluorescence suddenly appeared in the darkness, and countless Pu Ying grass seeds floated around Phil's body, they were immersed in black gas, and after a while, they grew into green grass, and when the corpse appeared within five meters, Pu Ying grass had already grown white buds.

Then, there was a slight "thud".

All the dandelions exploded in an instant, and countless dandelion seeds exploded in the air.

The faint white light, like the stars in the sky, is dazzling and beautiful in a breath.

All the corpses were surrounded by these pampas grass.

Phil took his bow and flew towards a corpse.