"Click. ”

The black, golden-glowing blade slashed through the grayish-white bones like a hot dinner knife slicing through butter.

After a few slashes, the tightly fitting skeleton spread out, and the two faint blue flames in the eyes of the white bone puppet suddenly dimmed.

"Whoa. ”

The white bones were scattered on the bone platform, and the faint gray-black ghost mist surging in the space immediately surged, attaching itself to the broken skeleton, and the thin gray-black mist that originally shrouded the high platform suddenly disappeared by half, leaving only a trace of smoke in the air like a cigarette after exhalation.

"Get up, get up. ”

Seeing that the white bone puppets that he was so proud of were cut down one after another, on the side of the high platform, the young man in the blue brocade suit was shocked in his heart, and his face was bloodless.

His pale lips trembled, his hands trembled non-stop, desperately trying to squeeze out the exhausted Yin and Netherworld spiritual power in his body, just like a greedy child, after drinking yogurt, he always wanted to unpack it and attach it to

However, after only ten days of hard work, Rao is he has a second-grade Dao species, and he has only cultivated two Yin Netherworld spiritual powers, and it is already a bit laborious to manipulate the three white bone puppets, how can there be extra Yin Netherworld spiritual power to repair the three white bone puppets that were cut down to the ground as before?

"Damn, how can this be? Why is this guy so strong?"

The young man's heart was full of despair, and not far away, a young man, holding a black knife in his hand, the narrow blade against the bone platform, made a sizzling sound.

The sound of footsteps was clear, and each stroke seemed to be stepping on his heart.

"No, he obviously didn't cultivate into the White Bone Tomb, he didn't cultivate into the Yin Sutra, how could he win me? Everything is an illusion, it's all an illusion, it's all an illusion. ”

The youth muttered in a low voice, forcing himself to forget everything in front of him.

These days, with his second-grade Dao qualifications, he has successfully cultivated two Yin Netherworld spiritual powers, and has also constructed his own Yin Domain.

Five days ago, he ushered in his first opponent, an ordinary mud leg, after successfully killing the other party, he refined his body into a white bone puppet, and then, relying on the white bone puppet, he killed two people one after another, including a fierce rival from the same Xingluo clan as him.

Speaking of which, that person's body cultivation was higher than him, and he also cultivated the Yin Netherworld Spiritual Power, but the White Bone Tomb did not succeed in cultivation for a long time, and finally died tragically under the attack of him and the two White Bone Golems.

But even if he was so powerful, he was vulnerable in the hands of the enemy in front of him.

Three white bone puppets, under this person's knife, are not even the enemy of one.

Dense beads of sweat rolled down his face, wet his eyelashes, and seeped into his eyes, and a sour feeling forced the young man to blink wildly, but when he thought of the fate after the defeat, his heart was suddenly grabbed by great fear, and a cold rose up his spine.

"Do you know who my dad is? He's ......."

The young man shouted loudly, wanting to deter the enemy in front of him in this way, and then his voice was not more than halfway, and all the colors in his eyes were suddenly taken away by a touch of pitch black, with a little golden glow in the pitch black.

This knife is extremely fast.

Only a "poof" sound was heard, and a blood flower rose from the young man's still throbbing throat, and then blood burst out.

In boundless fear, the corpse slowly fell.

"Bang!"

After swiping the ink away, sprinkling the blood, and putting the knife into the sheath, Shang Luo immediately raised his right foot back, and tapped the ground with his toes, and soon, wisps of gray and black ghost fog emerged from the surrounding space, showing an extremely strong aggressiveness, and the previous remnants of gray and black fog in the space were swallowed up by this new ghost mist, and then became more and more obscure and rich.

As Shang Luo stretched out his index finger, a wisp of gray black ghost mist immediately wrapped up, supple and gentle, completely losing the super aggressiveness he had displayed before.

With the index finger horizontal, he swiped the thumb of his left hand and dripped, dripping four drops of blood in succession, and then the wound recovered as before.

The blood was suspended in mid-air, Shang Luo separated four traces of spiritual power one after another, and the blood and spiritual power suddenly condensed into one, and then mixed with the pitch-black Yin Netherworld spiritual power, four complex dark runes were formed in an instant, floating and sinking in the shape of Tian characters.

"Go. ”

Shang Luo waved his left hand, and three of the four runes immediately sank into the three white bone puppets on the ground, and the gray and black ghost mist poured in, and the white bone puppets quickly recovered.

A moment later, three pairs of dark blue flames burned with the sound of tooth-souring bone grinding.

"Snort!"

And at this time, under the strong influx of Yin and Netherworld spiritual power in Shang Luo's body, the gray and black ghost mist expanded rapidly, and the color became deeper and deeper, and the flesh and blood of the young man who fell in a pool of blood slowly melted under the ghost mist, and faintly, a subtle sound of sneering came out, as if countless small living creatures were devouring the flesh and blood of the young man.

......

"C2 wins, wins 5. ”

When the ghost fog on the high platform dissipated, only Shang Luo standing with a knife and a faint knife mark on the bone platform were left on the high platform, and the two white bone puppets waiting on the side of the high platform shouted the results of the game loudly, and the other picked up a pen and paper to make a record.

The one who shouted, his voice had a stiff feeling of metal rubbing.

The one that started the record was the font was crooked and skewed, which was extremely ugly.

"Quite thoughtful. ”

After getting off the high platform, seeing this scene, Shang Luo couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Obviously, the owners of these two white bone golems are very smart, and they can use the white bone golems for combat to deal with miscellaneous matters, although the white bone golems are not smart and mellow in many things, but they can undoubtedly save a lot of effort.

"It's just that this slave seal is only second-level. ”

The White Bone Tomb can turn the human body into a white bone puppet, the white bone puppet does not know pain, and the destruction can be repaired with ghost mist, which can be regarded as an alternative immortal and immortal, which can be called extremely powerful.

And such a powerful technique is naturally not without flaws.

On the contrary, there are many flaws.

One of them is that the caster is constantly facing the backlash of the bone golem.

What is a bone golem?

The most evil weapon made of human flesh, bones, and souls can make full use of the magic of life, full of spirituality, fighting in duty, and immortal.

However, even if the soul is trapped in the bones, the caster naturally bears the resentment and hatred of the soul.

It can be said that every white bone puppet is the person who hates the magician the most in the world, and this hatred far exceeds the so-called extermination, wife-snatching, sonicide and other great hatreds, rooted in the soul, and with the fermentation of time, it becomes more and more heavy and extreme.

And if you want to manipulate such a vicious thing, you need a slave seal.

The slave seal is divided into first, second, and third levels, and the level increases, and the binding power of the slave seal will also increase.

One of the first-level slave seals is only cultivated with spiritual power.

The second-level Slave Seal requires a mix of the caster's blood and spiritual power.

The third-level slave seal requires blood, spiritual power, and spiritual power as materials.

Of course, the slave seal is not as strong as possible, the third-level slave seal is destined to make it impossible for the white bone puppet to fight back, but in the same way, this kind of white bone puppet has a great reduction in spirituality, and it can't use the magic before death, at most it can be a cannon fodder, in addition, it consumes extra mental and spiritual power to manipulate.

Fortunately, the second-level ones are okay, although they can't use the spells they used before they were alive, but their spirituality is probably still one or two.

At the first level, the control of the slave seal is greatly weakened, and it is full of danger.

Those bone golems made from the strong often have some memories left, and they can burst out at any time, lose control, and even attack the caster himself, without dying.

However, everything in the world, there are gains and losses, weak control will be exchanged for the strength of the white bone puppet, a white bone puppet that is full of spirituality, can use pre-mortem spells, and even has residual memories, almost no different from normal monks, and it is this kind of white bone puppet that has established the strength of the white bone mound.