There was an inexplicable force looming around the duke-level werewolf, and it seemed that anything he thought could become a reality within the envelope of this power as long as he wanted to.

The two human powerhouses glanced at each other, this kind of power was too familiar to them, to be precise, they could also use a little bit of this power.

This is an extremely special power that can be possessed after comprehending a complete law trajectory and breaking through the realm - the power of the realm, within the realm, the lord of the realm is the absolute master.

This realm is called a duke in the undead, and in the western cultivation world, it is called a holy demon guide or a sword saint!

And whether it is a paladin or a great mage, their cultivation realm is converted to the cultivation system of dimensional creatures, and they should be at the peak of the marquis, and they have half a foot to enter the duke.

"No, is there a problem with the intelligence, I remember that the intelligence said that it was an archduke, only those strong people who have touched the threshold of the king's realm can be called grand dukes, that kind of strong person is already comparable to our demigod-level powerhouses, and this werewolf is obviously just an ordinary duke."

Although he was initially shocked by the domain power exuded by the werewolf, the paladin always felt that something was wrong, and he quickly reacted to what was wrong.

The Archmage also reacted quickly, and when he figured out what was going on, a little seriousness appeared on his face.

"A small nest of the undead, in addition to the Grand Duke headed by the leader, there is also an ordinary duke in charge, and it is also a rare undead werewolf, this, this seems to be the undead marquis who attacked Berlin in the first place! It's only been a few years, and it's already broken through to the realm of a duke? ”

Between the two human powerhouses secretly communicating with each other, the werewolf duke's wrist twisted violently, and a long whip completely condensed from soul flames extended from his hand.

Countless soul flames formed a flame whip, and each flame exuded an extremely powerful aura, which was already comparable to Zhang Wanruo's, that is to say, the soul cultivation of each soul flame could already be compared to a count-level cultivator.

As soon as the flame whip shook in the air, a small flame fell off the whip, suspended in the air, and then burned into a flame, quickly spreading out to the surroundings, constantly condensing into characters.

There is an invisible energy fluctuation hidden in each character, which is somewhat similar to the domain aura on the werewolf duke's body, but far more powerful than the power of the domain.

The flames continued to spread, and soon condensed into a whole sentence floating in the air, and the moment that sentence was formed, the surrounding space suddenly froze, and then quickly recovered.

The werewolf duke looked at the characters in the air, his body bent slightly, and his already rickety body fell a little lower.

"His Royal Highness the Grand Duke's decree, those who use the spiritual blood needed to feed the skeleton group without permission will die!"

As soon as the words fell, the two human powerhouses keenly sensed that something seemed to have changed in the entire valley, and then there was a force surrounding their souls, as if as long as they took the blood from the bone container, this force would completely wipe out their souls.

After reading the decree, the werewolf duke raised his foot and stomped on the mountain, and then the whole mountain trembled violently.

The bones that had been piled up suddenly collapsed, forming a fairly flat, cube-like pile of bones.

A gray light spread out at the mouth of the valley, and the ground slowly cracked into a dark and deep depth, and the bottom crack could not be seen.

Endless gray-black mist erupted from the cracks, hundreds of meters high, and these mist joined together to form a wall of fog that completely sealed all the bones in the valley.

The formation of the fog wall not only prevented the bones from slipping, but also made it difficult for those spiritual blood to flow away from the valley mouth, and with the fog wall blocking it, the red spiritual blood gradually accumulated at the valley bottom.

Although the Sea of Skulls was almost endless, and the piles of bones formed were even more vast, they could not withstand the tens of thousands of Blood Demons who were constantly moving buckets of spiritual blood from the core of the gray mist.

Endless blood continued to flow from the bone container, and after several trips back and forth of the blood demon, the paladin felt that the aura on the spiritual blood in the bucket was slowly weakening.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, which meant that the spiritual blood stored in this undead lair was still limited after all, and what was used now was a mixture of spiritual blood mixed with ordinary blood.

As the blood demon group continued to move, it didn't take long for even the mixed spirit blood to be exhausted, and at this time, the blood accumulated in the valley had already overflowed the position of the white bone pile.

Looking at the pile of white bones partially submerged in the sea of blood, the werewolf nodded with satisfaction, he waved his hand, and the gray mist that shrouded the entire canyon paused slightly, and then cracked a huge crack about dozens of meters long from the core.

Through the breach, a huge whirlpool could be seen spinning in the back, and a powerful attraction was transmitted from inside the whirlpool, pulling the sky full of blood demons into it.

The Bloodfiends seemed to be accustomed to it, skillfully constricting their wings and curling into a ball, letting the attraction tug at their bodies and fly towards the whirlpool.

In just a few minutes, the blood demon was sucked into the whirlpool, and the werewolf with his body suddenly straightened his back, and a gray light filled his palm.

"Heaven and earth spirit blood refining white bones, all kinds of wonderful methods quench the body."

The werewolf duke let out a low snort, and the gray light in his hand suddenly condensed into several crystal runes and flew towards the valley.

The runes fell in the sea of blood, and the originally calm blood water instantly boiled, and bubbles continued to emerge from the blood water and exploded on the surface of the water.

In the boiling sea of blood, scorching air currents spread in all directions, and under the continuous boiling of the high temperature blood water, the white bones on the plain gradually changed slightly.

The surface of the bones soaked in blood was covered with many extremely fine bubbles, and the bones exposed to the air began to slowly soften.

The bones that had been like steel were softening, gradually collapsing, like mud, filling the gaps between the bones below.

But the paste was not the end of these bones, the white bone paste continued to melt under the action of the heat, turning into drops of iron-gray liquid and falling into the blood.

Blood and bone water fused, and the strange fragrance gradually began to weaken, and a strange and extremely fishy smell continued to be released.

The colorless bubbles on the surface of the water gradually turned black, and after exploding, they quickly spit out a gray mist.

The pile of bones that had been submerged by the strange liquid after the fusion no longer had bubbles, and the bubbles continued to burst open, and red blood water drilled into the tiny holes in the white bones one by one.

Soon, the white bones in the entire pool of blood showed a touch of scarlet, mixed with the blood water, making it impossible to distinguish where the bones were and where the blood was.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Duke Wolf whispered, then stretched out his right paw, the tip of which slashed lightly across the wrist of his left paw.

Between the surges of energy in his body, a drop of blood that was already almost a paste gray dripped out of it, and a gray dim aura was still surrounding the blood beads.

Blood dripped and the wound on the werewolf's wrist healed quickly, and its expression couldn't help but start to twist as it looked at the blood.

Soon, it sighed softly, flicked its fingertips, and released the blood into the plain.

"Essence blood, just take it as an investment, and when that person is resurrected, now all the efforts can be recovered tenfold, a hundredfold."

The werewolf duke glanced at the pool of blood, turned away, and once again a crack broke in the gray mist, and it stepped into it.

"This kind of trick is really a heavenly method!"

Finally waited for the werewolf duke to leave, the great mage breathed a sigh of relief, there was a strong man with strength above them present, it was really not daring to come out, a little slack will be caught by the werewolf.

"The power of the Holy Throne is really terrifying, using spiritual blood to feed skeletons of this scale, once these skeletons are cultivated, they will definitely become a scourge."

Staring at the sea of blood that was boiling more and more because of the dripping holy blood, a trace of killing intent flowed in the paladin's heart.

The holy blood fell into the sea of blood, and a powerful energy fluctuation erupted from the depths of the sea of blood, and the cultivator reached the advanced realm, and every drop of blood and hair had the terrifying power to burn the sea and cut off the giant mountain.

A drop of blood from the power of the Holy Rank is a treasure in the hands of a low-level professional, not to mention that this drop is not an ordinary blood, and it is still an incomparably precious essence blood for the Saint-level powerhouse itself.

You must know that for a strong person, the lower the realm, the rarer the amount of essence blood, maybe for a saint, there may only be a few drops of essence blood in the body, and using any drop will cause great damage to the vitality, and it will take a long time to recover.

The essence blood merged into the sea of blood, and the sea of blood, which originally showed gray-black, shook out a ripple, and then a circle of light with a faint holy aura quickly spread out from the place where the ripples appeared.

That is the power that belongs to the Holy Position, and the Holy Power of any race will naturally carry a kind of holiness and majesty, which is the recognition of heaven and earth for the Holy One, even if it is born from the undead.

A drop of holy blood is certainly powerful, if it is obtained by a low-realm cultivator, it can be relied on to advance by leaps and bounds, but even the essence blood of the saint is not enough for the almost endless sea of skeletons.

No matter how huge the energy is, if it is distributed to millions or even tens of millions of skeletons, the energy that each skeleton can get is pitiful.

If there was only this drop of Sage essence blood, it might not be nothing, but in this sea of blood, there was still a huge amount of spiritual blood, spiritual blood full of energy.

And the holy blood with holy power instantly became an introduction, hooking the terrifying energy in the endless sea of blood, constantly washing away the white bones.

The bright red white bones were washed by the flow of energy, and a little black markings began to appear on the silver-gray bones.