Looking at the only trembling primary soul body left in front of him, Han Feng sighed a little dejectedly. These soul bodies are still too fragile for a single soul void talisman to bear. This is already the last test item, and three soul bodies have exploded one after another, all of which exploded after the soul void charm entered, and it lasted less than a few breaths before exploding.

It seems that this is a failed experiment, and perhaps the only benefit is that Han Feng is a little more proficient in the condensation and use of the Soul Void Talisman. Han Feng had to consider his own testing methods, maybe these primary soul bodies really couldn't withstand their own refining and transformation, but could they change to some experiments with stronger endurance?

Han Feng's beginning swept towards a more advanced ghost floating in the air not far away. However, Han Feng raised his skull head to look at the ghost's floating height, and then looked down at his two thin skull legs,...... Well, this ...... How high do you want to jump?

Well, Han Feng finally had to give up the stupid idea of being ready to jump up on his own to catch the ghost.

Relying on his two thin skull legs, which are not strong and don't look very explosive, he wants to jump two feet high...... It's a crazy idea. Let's not talk about whether he can jump up so high, even if he can barely rely on his mana, Han Feng has to think about whether his two skull legs will cause a comminuted fracture or something when he lands!

Since he can't jump on it, he can only find a way to lure the ghost down.

Han Feng soon got into action. For the ghost, the bait that attracts it is not hard to find. Han Feng struck again and sucked in more than a dozen junior soul bodies that were not floating high around, and then burned them with his soul fire a little. In the explosion where the primary soul bodies were directly burned one after another, Han Feng gathered the remaining soul energy and soul essence after these soul bodies exploded.

took out the ability of alchemy, Han Fengtong guò soul fire refinement, and these soul essences that were gathered were quickly refined and condensed. Sure enough, this small group of condensed pure soul essence quickly attracted the attention of the wandering ghost not far away.

Looking at the ghost that slowly descended and slowly floated over to this side, the soul fire in Han Feng's eye cave jumped, revealing a somewhat proud look.

While Han Feng was still intoxicated with his attempt to refine and transform ghosts, not far from his location, about three hundred miles away, a small army of undead creatures was slowly marching in his direction.

This small army of undead creatures is made up of several different types of undead creatures, all of which are probably less than a thousand. At the front were more than a dozen knights on war horses.

At the head was an extraordinarily tall knight, dressed in black armor. These armors are pure black in color, and they look deep and heavy, neither gold, nor stone, nor bone, but it is impossible to tell what material they are made of. In particular, on these dark black armors, there are also wisps of black qi entwined, which looks quite mysterious and weird.

The knight was also wearing a strange helmet on his head, and the same pitch-black mask covered his face, but the location of the eyeholes exposed above the mask, two small clusters of flickering dark red soul fire were enough to indicate the knight's undead identity.

The knight also carried a spear that was completely black. The spear was half a foot long, but the cold bone blade at the tip of the spear revealed the strange bony material of the spear.

Under the knight's crotch sat a tall war horse that was also covered in black bone armor. But the four stubby legs that were exposed revealed the identity of the war horse—it was a tall undead war horse. The head of the horse, which was shrouded in bone armor, only showed holes near the horse's nose, and two faint black gases were spewing out from time to time.

The knight in full armor sat proudly on his horse, and his calm posture and extraordinarily tall stature made him look like a hill, or rather a mountain.

This is a knight who can tell the identity of his leader at a glance. Especially not far behind him, he was closely followed by the thirteen knights lined up.

Although these thirteen knights are also wearing black armor, the material of the bones can be clearly seen in these armors, and there is no black gas on the armor, obviously the armor on the thirteen knights is much lower.

And what is even more obvious is that although the heads of the thirteen black knights also wore helmets, there was no black mask to cover their faces, and the white miserable skeletal face revealed in the helmet was bright blood red in the soul fire in the eye cave.

The war horses under the crotches of these thirteen black knights are also significantly worse than the war horses under the crotch of the knight leader in front, not only are the bodies of the war horses not so tall and majestic, but the black armor pieces on the horses can only cover the main protective parts. These thirteen inferior undead war horses showed white horse bones everywhere, looking ugly and hideous.

The thirteen black knights followed closely, revealing the identity of the knight leader in front of them. Of course, if it weren't for the fact that there was a "thing" flying around and scurrying around next to it chattering and making some noise, the tall knight leader would have looked even more majestic and dignified.

"Hey, Marcus, my dear old friend. Didn't you really mention me to His Highness the Great Lich King Bardair? It's really sad for me. I am the most honorable skeleton mage. Oh! With a little time, I'll soon be able to advance to the rank of Intermediate Skeleton Mage. Really, you know, I'm the greatest genius of all. His Highness the Great Lich King Bardell will surely appreciate me. You know, how fast I cast my spells,......"

This buzzing like a fly, which keeps making a muffled and rapid voice, is a huge "fly"!

A pair of outstretched black bat wings are covered with fine fluff, and the petite and white skeleton looks beautiful, but a huge head gives people a sense of imbalance. If you don't count the four slender hands and feet, this extraordinarily bright and conspicuous skull head is about half the size of a body.

The huge head also had a huge eye hole, but in the eye hole of the black hole, two points of blue soul fire the size of a mung bean were exceptionally bright.

I have to say that the contrast between large and small on the body of this skeletal creature with bat wings, which is quite peculiar, is really impressive.

It's a skeleton mage. However, even among the average skeleton mage, this is a skeleton mage with a big head. I don't know if it deliberately put more materials on that extraordinarily large head when it was promoted, and its petite skeleton body was a little underdeveloped. In other words, its body looks more like the body of a child who has not grown up.

If the big-headed skeleton mage looks like a mushroom as a whole, it would be an overdescription, but it is appropriate to compare it with a radish that is thick at the top and thin at the bottom.

This is not only a skeleton mage with a big head, but also an extraordinarily lively skeleton mage. It kept flying up and down around the knight leader, and its nimble movements and the wide bat wings displayed from time to time were a bit of a show off no matter how you looked at it. And the constant chirp from its mouth is even more astonishing.

In general, except for high-level creatures of the Lich King and above, most of the undead creatures communicate with each other through the fluctuation transmission of soul information. It is a silent way of communicating directly into the soul of the other person, which is faster, more direct and more convenient than the spoken communication of ordinary humans. But the only drawback: it requires the consumption of soul energy.

For most of the undead creatures of low level, soul energy is quite valuable, and any bit of it should be used to improve their strength and accelerate their advancement, rather than wasted on meaningless information exchanges. Therefore, the lower the level of the undead creatures, the less communication they have with each other.

But this low-ranking big-headed skeleton mage is clearly an exception. In particular, it does not communicate with soul messages, but vibrates the air in a fluctuating way to make a sound similar to that of human speech.

I don't know where it learned this quirk. Although this vibrating way of speaking seems to consume less soul energy than the direct transmission of soul information, it actually consumes more in terms of the amount of information transmitted and fast. To put it bluntly, the big-headed skeleton mage spoke in such a way that he took off his pants and farted - more than that.

"For the sake of an old friend, you should solemnly recommend me to His Highness the Lich King. You see, it won't take me more than a few days to make it to the next level, and by then, I'll be a truly powerful mid-level skeleton mage! Aha! By then......"

The chattering buzz still echoed around the knight leader. The tall knight leader seemed to hear but did not hear, and still sat like a mountain. That calm posture is quite like the demeanor of a general who does not change his face when Mount Tai collapses in front of him.

It's just that, if you look closely, you will find that this immobile knight leader has missing the front part of the index finger bone in both hands. The two small clusters of dark red soul fire exposed on the mask of the knight leader seemed to be staring fixedly ahead, but they were also beating slightly as the big-headed skeleton mage flew up and down. And the frequency and amplitude of this soul fire beating have a tendency to increase. Obviously, the endurance of the knight leader is also limited.

Finally, after a stick of incense......

"Enough! Kuru! You damn thing! Can't you just stay quiet for a while? ”

The unbearable knight leader finally gave up his calm demeanor, let out a low and majestic roar, and the spear in his hand stretched out and picked up extremely quickly, and the sharp spear tip deftly and accurately passed through the back joint of the big-headed skeleton mage that was flying over his head, hanging its entire body on the tip of the spear, but did not hurt any bone in the skeleton mage's body. This spear-wielding kung fu, if Han Feng saw it, he would have to praise it.

The big-headed skeleton mage couldn't help but dance with his hands hanging on the tip of the spear, flapping the bat's wings on his back and twisting wildly, but he couldn't break for a while, and he cried out angrily: "Marcus, you reckless man. How can you do it? Oh! Your spear hurts me. Don't touch my baby's head, or I'll fight with you......"

But the screams from the mouth of the big-headed skeleton mage suddenly stopped, and it watched with some amazement: Marcus, the leader of the knights, took off his helmet and mask, revealing a skull head as white as jade, then removed the index finger knuckles that were stuffed in two of his ear piercings, and then put the two small bones back on his fingers, and leisurely moved five fingers.

Looking at the knight leader who was naturally leisurely, the big-headed skeleton mage Kuru, who was picked on the tip of the spear, stopped struggling and drooped down the huge head, looking like he had lost you......