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The howling wind, constantly ringing in my ears, rolled up the rubble in my face.

"Bang-"

The rubble was blown off arc and hit the rock wall.

"First Platoon Attack!"

In my ears, there is the calm command voice of the night.

The mercenaries reflexively obeyed the order, raised their weapons, and attacked the five corpse golems in front of them.

After the stone wall was knocked open, the five corpse puppets rushed up in an instant.

Because of the burning of the five corpses, even if they swallowed the air freshening pills, the stench of being burned still lingered in the nose.

Maybe it was just the burning that angered the five corpses.

The sound of the five corpses howling was terrible and weird, making people tremble.

The mercenaries in the first row, all members of the God Killing Regiment, thought of Ye Qingluo's serious words, even if they were afraid in their hearts, they still stepped forward and began the task of attacking and explaining to Ye Qingluo.

Several people cooperate with each other, and there is no way to win the high-level corpse puppet.

After wrapping the things that Ye Qing had given them around the five corpses, they quickly retreated.

The mercenaries in the second row immediately caught up.

The corpse puppet has strong explosive power, but after all, it is a corpse puppet that has been refined by the formation, and it does not know how to think about other things at all except the idea of destroying all the creatures in the tomb of the Mausoleum and integrating the creatures with himself.

Therefore, these mercenaries obey Ye Qingluo's instructions and will not fight with the corpse puppets.

It's just that when the front row attracts the attention of the corpse golem, the back row quickly wraps things around the five corpses.

Next, there is the third row...... Fourth Row ......

When all the mercenaries had completed their tasks and retreated to the side, they saw a black afterimage leaping over the tomb.

It's nightfall!

She stood in the middle of the five corpses, her eyes glowing with a cold light.

The black power suit wraps the woman's slender and petite figure, and the blooming cherry blossoms on her arms are eye-catching.

Her slender jade fingers, holding a red feather fan, did not dare to flick her fingertips, a powerful momentum erupted from her.

"Whew-huw-"

A strong wind swept through everything in the tomb.

It's obviously just a low-level mystic qi, but the momentum that is partial, and the mystical qi that comes out with the feather fan is so sharp and intimidating.

The footwork of Ye Qingluo's feet quickly changed and changed, and he didn't dare to make the slightest difference.

The feather fan in his hand is constantly changing the fluctuations of Xuan Qi.

Pulling five corpse golems, moving around the position she had specified.

The five corpse puppets, after chasing Ye Qingluo for several circles, shouted angrily and demonstrated.

The skeleton fingers of Sensen's white bones turned into sharp weapons, turning directly into the night in all directions.

"Deputy Head ......"

"Clear ......"

Everyone was worried, pinching cold sweat and watching the night clear, even holding their breath.

There's no way to hide!

The night is half squinting, and the feather fan flips on the fingertips, and it floats into the air like a flickering fire.

The corners of her mouth lightly hooked a cold arc, and a whirlpool like fire burst down from the feather fan.

Like a fiery dragon with its mouth wide open.

At the same time, Ye Qingluo's delicate body swayed, and the footwork under his feet became more and more rapid and weird, so that people only had time to see an afterimage.

I saw that Ye Qingluo had stepped on the corpse puppet and jumped up.

A tossing and turning, he has one foot on top of the unfolded feather fan.

It's like stepping on a flame suspended in the air, blooming with brilliant flowers.

The fire dragon opened its mouth and quickly engulfed the corpse golem completely.

Ye Qingluo fell softly to the ground, and with a stretch of her fingers, the feather fan returned to her palm.

Under the fire dragon, the five corpse puppets howled, opened their teeth and claws to split the fire dragon, and viciously "glared" at Ye Qingluo......