In the next few days, Shang Luo continued to fight to the death round after round.

On the second day, he ushered in a strong opponent who cultivated the White Bone Tomb to an extremely high level, and fully controlled the fifteen White Bone Golems, under the premise of not using sword skills and not using shocking stabs, he tried to fight with the White Bone Tomb, and his strong spiritual power gave him more refined control over each White Bone Golem, and finally with this, Shang Luo was slightly better.

On the third day, he ushered in a big clan guard, refining the body sixfold, the back-to-back battles did not bother Shang Luo too much, this time, he still met the enemy with the white bone mound, after devouring the Yin Domain of the famous opponent, the number of white bone golems under his direct control jumped to nearly thirty.

The strength of the white bone golem is not high, coupled with the sudden increase in number, it is really a bit troublesome to operate, as if it is manipulating more than thirty game characters on the computer at the same time, even if it is just the simplest attack command, it is much more complicated than the original, under the self-limitation of only using the white bone mound, at the beginning, Shang Luo did fall into a hard battle.

The body refining sixfold speed is fast, the attack is strong, and the defense is high, and ordinary white bone golems are very reluctant to break the defense. Only a few high-strength white bone golems had the ability to pose a threat to that sixfold cultivator of the Body Refining Realm.

However, in the end, with the continuous repair of the white bone puppet with the spiritual power of the underworld, Shang Luo survived the other party alive, and after the hard battle, the progress of the [White Bone Mound] increased to 38%, and the white bone puppets that were close to thirty were manipulated like an arm, but they also reached a very high level.

3rd afternoon, 4th morning, 4th afternoon, 4th evening......

The fighting is getting faster and faster, and there are fewer and fewer breaks in between, and it's like you're on a train to hell that you can't stop at all speeds.

It's not that no one has tried to escape, but the small bone prison, like an iron wall closed on six sides, can't move at all.

Shang Luo had tried to add to Mo Li with the Yin Netherworld Aura and the Death and Killing Qi, and the knife that gathered his strongest single point attack only cut a thin crack in the bone wall, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't even see it, but the sad thing was that even the gap he desperately cut out was immediately recovered after three seconds, which also made Shang Luo give up the method of escaping from the bone prison.

As for escaping in the gap brought out by the bone golems, it is not that no one has tried, but at the slightest hint, those seemingly ordinary bone golems will immediately kill those who try to escape.

Once, after the battle on the high platform, on a high platform a hundred meters away nearby, Shang Luo saw with his own eyes that a middle-aged man with a bandit face had cut down the two white bone puppets around him, but in less than thirty seconds, hundreds of white bone puppets poured up densely, and finally the middle-aged man with good combat power and at least five times in the body refining realm was torn to pieces alive, and the miserable howl was still in his ears.

The more you go to the back, the stronger the opponent, the more hole cards there are, the continuous fierce battles, coupled with the worry about the uncertainty of the future, make Shang Luo permeated with a cold dead silence all over his body.

In order to alleviate this mental pressure, he did not spare his hand in several fights on the high platform, and the long black knife often brought the despair of death to his opponent.

On the ninth day, Shang Luo faced a new opponent.

"Admit defeat, Mole Ant, so I will keep you a whole corpse, otherwise I will refine you into a white bone puppet, and you will be trapped in the bones for the rest of your life to suffer. ”

In the corner of the high platform, the golden-crowned white-robed young man stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Shang Luo indifferently. The successive bloody battles did not make the young man in front of him look embarrassed, wearing a silk white robe, as if he had just been washed, and it was spotless.

Glancing at the other side strangely, Shang Luo was too lazy to speak, and he didn't know how he had survived until now in the late stage of the second middle disease.

The right foot was raised back, and the toe was a little bit, and wisps of gray-black ghost mist were squeezed out of the space, and the gray-black color became more and more intense, bringing a burst of cold aura.

This kind of action of raising the right foot back and tapping the toes is like the starting style of some fist techniques, and for the cultivation of the White Bone Mound, it is equivalent to a medium that overlaps the Yin Domain and the real world, and different cultivators can set different actions, such as snapping their fingers, clenching their fists, etc., which can be changed at any time, and its nature is somewhat like a combination lock on the door of the home.

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, Shang Luo was not ready to use his sword skills to fight the enemy for the time being.

In recent days, he has had a lot of fun playing [White Bone Mound], the initial [White Bone Mound] is very weak, but as a violent skill, it is natural that the more chess pieces, the stronger the power, and when there are more chess pieces in his hand, there are more sassy operations that can be used.

With the formations recorded in many military books, Shang Luo is also trying to develop his other abilities.

The progress of 58% is not slow, at least it is much faster than [Tyrant] and [Knife Technique].

"I don't know what is alive or dead. ”

Turning the jade wrench in his hand, Li Ming looked at Shang Luo, who was too lazy to speak, and couldn't help but sneer with a sneer on his face: "Well, there are always some ants who can't see how high the day is and how thick the ground is." ”

It is naturally the best policy to surrender the army without a fight, and to avoid attrition, but the enemy does not surrender to the death, which does not mean that he has no way.

"Smack. ”

With a snap of his fingers, a deep gray and black ghost mist suddenly emerged around Li Ming's body, and the ghost fog on both sides was bounded by the central axis of the high platform, rolling and connecting, surging and incompatible.

Graves loom in the ghostly mist

"Pop ......"

More than 30 white bone puppets crawled out of the tomb, and in the dark tomb, the white bones loomed, obviously a bone platform, but it seemed to have come to another world, a world that belonged to the dead.

"Bang. ”

I saw a white bone puppet about three meters high, with a wide skeleton and extremely thick joints, suddenly rushed out in the ghost mist, like a tank, with a mighty momentum, and the huge bone claws grabbed towards Shang Luo.

And beside Shang Luo, Huo Ran, the white bone puppet made from the previous six-fold cultivator of the Body Refining Realm as a raw material, drew his sword and blocked it, and the sonorous sound of gold and iron joining each other started, and the bone ground under the soles of the feet of the two of them was shocked by the competition of this force.

The White Bone Mound is a kind of magic with a slight spatial attribute, and the Yin Domain is equivalent to a small portable world in a sense, but this world has various restrictions, and many things cannot be accommodated, otherwise it will decay under the infection of the ghost fog for a long time, but in a short time, with the material of the sword, it can still barely resist the erosion of the ghost fog.

For example, the long sword in the hand of the white bone puppet next to Shang Luo is the sword he used before his death, a few days ago, a quick sword, almost broke Shang Luo's white bone puppet, and now it is incarnated as a white bone puppet, controlled by the third-level slave seal, although the spirituality is greatly reduced, the swordsmanship is not there, but its speed and attack power are not weak at all before his death, and his defense power is even enhanced because it has become a white bone puppet, and the flesh and blood are integrated into the white bones.