The changes produced by the refining of the bones were still only a very slow process, but in the sky, the almost endless soul fire had a slight change before the bones began to change qualitatively.

Above the blood lake, one palm-sized blood bubble after another exploded, releasing one invisible wave after another.

Those invisible fluctuations rushed into the sky, and the original milky white pure soul fire did not react, but those azure soul fires, that is, the dead soul fires that had just broken free from the bones, were constantly shaking under the impact of the fluctuations.

Every trembling of the soul fire would make the blue luster on it fade the slightest, although it was not visible at first, but the blood lake was incomparably vast, and there were countless impacts, even these soul fires could not stand it.

The blue faded little by little, symbolizing the skeletons' personal imprint, or rather, their consciousness.

The souls were constantly impacted, and the skeletons' originally weak consciousness due to the incomparable chaos was wiped out from the soul little by little under the impact of fluctuations.

Once the consciousness of a soul is completely erased, then it completely loses the opportunity to be resurrected.

In the stunned gaze of the two human powerhouses, a soul flame trembled violently, then completely faded its color and returned to its stable state.

"So that's how these pure soul fires came from? No, no undead lord would be so short-sighted, obviously the most troublesome part of the undead is the number, if such a large number of undead tides are sacrificed, even if an undead monarch is born, it will be easy to solve a lot. ”

"With a massive wave of undead, even if it's just a grand duke, he can save his life in front of a human god-level powerhouse, but if he loses the tide of the undead, a single undead monarch can easily provoke the siege of several god-level people!"

"I remember, although the last pope abdicated, he is still serving as the chief judge of the Inquisition, the one who can have a record of slaughtering gods!"

The archmage turned his head and looked at the paladin with a puzzled expression.

"Yes!" The paladin nodded. "That Your Majesty once killed a zombie monarch during his tenure, and now he is in retreat in the Inquisition, and it is said that his cultivation has reached the middle god."

"In this way, I hope that the undead monarch has some hidden danger in himself, and he can only rely on this way of drinking to quench his thirst to continue his life, in this way, maybe it will be much easier to solve!"

The Great Magus raised his head, according to human research, the most troublesome thing about the undead is the number, and below a certain number, they will even be gradually weakened by exposure to the sun, and finally die.

And after reaching a certain amount, it will produce undead qi on its own, which will be combined to resist the damage of sunlight, and the more undead there are, the stronger the wave of undead qi, and gradually it can suppress non-undead creatures.

Tens of millions of undead creatures gathered together, and they can even affect the powerhouses of the human god realm!

In fact, abyssal creatures also have this trait, but their number is completely incomparable to that of undead creatures, so that it is difficult to exert this trait.

This is also the reason why very few god-realm powerhouses forcibly attack the undead group to behead the lord, because it is easy to be beheaded by some undead monarchs hidden in the undead group.

And the undead monarch who lost the tide of the undead has become a fragrant bait, and the fighting Buddha in China back then could break through with the slashed grand duke-level monarch clone, and if a genuine undead lord is killed and used for sacrifice, it can make a demigod 100% promoted.

After all, it is too difficult to break through the divine realm by relying on one's own strength, not counting other countries, just in Europe, there are at least seven or eight strong people who have stopped in the Grand Duke realm for decades and cannot be promoted, and a dead dimensional monarch is the best driving force.

As the two spoke, under the effect of waves of shockwaves, at least half of the azure soul fire in the sky had been washed away from almost all consciousness, degenerating into a completely pure milky white soul flame.

The remaining blue soul fires were already immune to the effects of the ripples, even if the ripples kept coming, they still only kept vibrating, and the blue brilliance that symbolized consciousness was not diminished in the slightest.

In the lake water, the blood faded little by little, the original spiritual blood began to become clearer, and the bones that originally showed a metallic color also turned scarlet, and those bones were soaked in blood for a long time, which appeared crystal clear, and after absorbing the blood, it was like a ruby.

The blood lake gradually calmed down, surging up the lake, and there were fewer and fewer blood bubbles that bloomed into invisible fluctuations.

"Buzz." With a bang, a strange sound spread, and the azure soul fire stagnated and vibrate, as if it had woken up, wantonly releasing bursts of soul impact.

Although they are all strong enough to be immune to the previous invisible ripples, these soul fires are still weak and walled, which also causes the difference in the power of soul impact.

The soul shock bloomed, and the countless milky white pure soul fires scattered next to the azure soul fire were not consciously hosted, and they were directly shattered by the shock wave in an instant.

The impact emitted by the stronger soul flames shattered two to three milky white soul fires at a time, while most of the weaker azure soul fires could only shatter one pure soul fire.

The milky white pure soul fire shattered, turning into bright and dazzling soul crumbs, rushing towards the dead soul fire that shattered them, and precipitated in the center of those soul fires.

The soul fire was burning, and the soul fragments hanging in the soul fire turned into soul power little by little, blending into the soul fire, pushing them to become more and more powerful, and I don't know if it was because of the brokenness, these debris burned quickly, that is, in the time of two or three breaths, they were swallowed up by the azure soul fire.

The pure soul fire in the sky was devoured, and only the azure soul fire was suspended in the air, making the sky of the canyon extremely empty.

"Is this a means of strengthening the undead and creating elite warriors?" The Archmage blinked in confusion. "But no one has witnessed this phenomenon before, this is the first time that we have known to humans, if this is a means for the undead to strengthen their warriors, it will definitely be popular, and it will not be discovered once."

"Maybe it's just the secret technique created by the undead Grand Duke, after all, don't we humans also have many strong people who have developed powerful secret techniques and cherished their brooms."

As he spoke, the paladin glanced at the Grand Magus with deep meaning.

Looking at the paladin's gaze, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, the church's cultivation method is related to faith, this has long been made public, only believers can cultivate, they naturally don't care whether it is open or not, those who can cultivate this kind of power will sooner or later become the power of the church because of faith.

The other powerhouses are different, the most important of which is the group of magicians in the Wizards Association who wield powerful elemental powers.

Every magician is a well-deserved researcher, they study spells, study the elements, and often create extremely powerful spells, and the Magicians Association has gathered many powerful magicians, and naturally has a lot of accumulation in this regard.

However, there is communication within the Wizards Association, and even if you don't know how to do these secret techniques, if you want to learn them, you can still learn them at a certain cost.

Externally, they strictly blocked these secret techniques, for example, once a Holy Demon Guide created a light magic with a rather terrifying power, and the church tried every possible way to obtain it, after all, for these holy priests who cultivated holy light, normal light magic, they could use it, or even more powerful.

As for the result, if you want to use force, although the church is powerful, the Magician Association also has the Fa God in charge, and the Fa God can move freely, while the Pope can only stay in the Holy City for some reasons, if you really want to fight, it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

As for buying, if it's an ordinary treasure, heh, which magician is not a local tyrant? With a series of products such as magic potions, alchemy weapons, and magic scrolls in hand, the Wizards Association is not short of money at all, and ordinary things can be bought as much as they want.

In the end, it was the previous Pope who used part of the corpse of the undead monarch he killed with his own hands to exchange for that powerful light spell.

"Ahem!" The Grand Magus was a little embarrassed and stiffened the conversation. "If it's what you said, I'm afraid that the Grand Duke's plan is not small, I originally thought that he wanted to use pure soul fire to impact the monarch, but now, I'm afraid it is to cultivate an elite army of undead, and if it is paired with millions of cannon fodder at that time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Divine Realm to take the lead."

"Let there be light, says God."

The paladin unleashed the hammer and lowered its head downwards, lightly imprinting a milky white mark on the ground.

"You and I split up, set up a brand, and let the two parties communicate when we go back, and at the same time use the divine judgment and the combination of forbidden spells, and try to strangle this army of the undead in the cradle."

The paladin turned his head and admonished, carrying the warhammer, his body crouched, and crawled not far away.

The Grand Magus nodded, slapped his hand in the air, and the magic power rushed out of his palm, quickly writing a rune in the air.

The rune formed, quickly disappeared in the air, disappeared, and a fresh wind rose out of thin air, lifting his body slightly, drifting away into the distance.

At this moment, a sound exploded on the flat ground like thunder, rolling up a wave of air and rolling over.

The two of them looked up in astonishment at the center of the gray mist, where a pitch-black skeleton was suspended in the air, the furious soul fire burning in his pupils spoke of the anger in his heart.

Skeleton Lord, Undead Strongman, Demigod-level Power, Undead Grand Duke, Withered!

"Who is it, who is it that moved my mark, let me catch you and break your body into ten thousand pieces!!"