The night didn't pay too much attention to this fierce bone beast, the lost soul fire would completely dissipate into dead air, and the little flame in the eye socket couldn't make any big waves at all, and it was estimated that this eight-eyed elephant might not even have a little consciousness in the weak soul fire.

After moving his muscles and bones, in addition to the soreness of his whole body, most of his internal injuries have been healed, and he only needs to be in the middle of three and a half months of rest, and he will tend to be intact as before, and Lan Nong's ninth-level divine life potion is not covered!

The catastrophe escaped without dying, and the night stood up at this time and began to seriously examine this dark world, there is a great danger here, saying that a thousand ways and ten thousand or their own rank is too low, even if they can reach the intermediate level, they will not cause this bear appearance in the face of this eight-eyed moat.

For the second time in the night, I have a greedy look up to such things as ranks!

The first time was this kind of greed born from the Void Seed in Anle Town.

But the rank is not to say that the promotion will be promoted, not only to their own talent, but also a little bit of luck and opportunity, no one can eat a fat man in one bite, it is all a gradual process, unless he plays a little sideways, and walks the path of pure heresy, otherwise on this climbing ladder, he can only take a solid step is a step.

Turning his gaze to the huge pile of dry bones in front of him, he kicked the beast's head with his foot, which looked like a hill, and the faint soul fire inside shook with it, but it did not break.

The night is interested, and it seems that there is still salvation!

Two small flames appeared in a pair of miserable green hands, and pressed towards the faint fireflies in the holes in the eye sockets, at this time, the fierce resistance of this fierce beast was not a fart in front of the night, and it didn't give the other party a chance at all, and the soul fire in his hand suddenly grew, and directly swallowed the two small flames inside.

Fear, wandering, ignorance, endlessness, not knowing how many years are eternal!

This is what the night perceives from these two small flames, it seems that this undead beast is born right, there is no person or thing to fear in his memory, which makes him feel much more reassured.

In an unknown place, the most feared thing is that everything is left behind by the tomb owner.

However, after perceiving the soul fire of this fierce beast in the dark night, he began to feel a little worried.

This giant beast is definitely the best mount in this place, but the amethyst that may be wasted if you want to pull up this pile of dry bones is not a star, and you blame yourself for fighting too hard at the beginning, and you can only bear the consequences yourself.

Took out a pile of amethyst raw ore from the space ring and piled it on the ground, picked up a piece of soul fire facing the empty eye socket and slowly approached, until the weak two soul fires wrapped the amethyst raw ore in his hand, and in forty or fifty breaths, there was a pile of waste slag on the palm of the hand pulled out by the dark night, and this soul fire was obviously stronger.

The night frowned a little, this result is definitely a demolition, I don't know how much amethyst it takes to pull this giant beast up.

But he glanced at the "white stripe" in the distance, and felt that this amethyst still had to be thrown, and he felt that he shouldn't be stupid to do this kind of thing by measuring the land with his feet.

Eight hollow eye sockets, when the miserable green flexible fire filled all places, a skeleton summoning technique in the dark night pulled up the pile of dry bones in front of him, and he didn't dare to feed the amethyst in many places, he was afraid that his rank would not be able to suppress this soul fire strong undead beast.

And at this time, looking at the amethyst in the space ring, it actually consumed one-third!

When he rode on his extravagant "BMW" head in the dark night, the flesh still felt painful, and the amethyst raw ore worth more than three million gold coins was exchanged for such a fifth-level eight-eyed elephant skeleton, and he didn't know if it was worth it.

Fortunately, it was an eight-eyed elephant, otherwise he would have cried for a while.

It's different to have a mount, the night estimated the time in his heart, under the premise of this huge beast as a mount, that is, four or five hours of time, the little white "bar" in the distance is already a little clear, but it is still a little hazy.

Grabbed some jerky from the space ring, and put some cold water on it to deal with a meal, filling the empty belly with a little nutrition.

It is absolutely lonely to walk alone in this dark underground world, above the desolate wilderness except for the mound is the remnants of the ravine, and the color of the earth in his eyes is all gray and black, desolate and makes people panic in their hearts.

Except for the flickering green lanterns in the distance, there is really nothing else on this black earth, and the more you walk towards the white "strip", the more difficult the road becomes.

The undulating hills began to become steeper, and there were countless mounds of varying heights, among which there were even more ravines, and the night was thanks to a pair of eyes that looked at the night, otherwise falling into the depths of the earth was the only result.

When encountering the ghost eyes of the undead creatures, the night must have been watched by the undead creatures, maybe the eight-eyed mole's bone body under the buttocks is really terrifying, and there are basically few low-level undead creatures who can catch up, even if they chase it, their huge bones will also wander around the eight-eyed moleads in horror.

The dark night commanded his "big baby" to trample on this group of undead creatures who were waiting for an opportunity to treat him as blood food, the bones were shattered to the ground, and they were stomped into the depths of the earth by the huge thick elephant legs, and the soul fire that drifted in it, with the four fierce eyes and one angrily, suddenly converged towards the fifth empty eye socket.

After three days of rolling over the mounds and mountains in the dark night, the eight-eyed moat under the ass had lit up the sixth big green light bulb, which showed how many undead creatures had trampled to death in so many days.

The four thick bony hooves moved stiffly and slowly, but each step forward shook the mountain and stirred up a cloud of dust, and when the eight-eyed elephant jumped up a towering mound in the night, a pale dark jade field suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is the slender "strip" that the night watches from afar!

Looking at this white narrow strip of land in the dark night, the soul fire in his eyes suddenly rose by three points, and he almost didn't bulge out his eyes.

This is not an underground river!

Seeing the dull white is not the rushing groundwater.

Inside is bone!

Thousands of white bones, endless white bones, through the soul fire in front of the eyes is a river of bones.

Seeing this in the dark night, I gasped directly, a tomb that should be prepared with five soils and four preparations, a funeral place where the main tomb could not be seen after walking for more than three days, and a tomb with a long river of white bones, who was buried in it?

The night looked at the bone river in front of him for a quarter of an hour before he reacted a little.

How many dead people can pile up such a river of bones?

At first, he also felt ridiculed at this underground river, the owner of such a tomb, actually used such a slender underground river to surround the tomb, a little bit angry, when he saw that this so-called "underground river" was actually made of tired white bones, the ridiculous cognition that had risen in the night was suddenly thrown out of the clouds.

If that's not a big deal, then what is a big deal?

There is no tomb of a powerful sage in the West France Continent that can reach this specification, and at least tens of millions of bones are buried here to cause such a visual impact, and at this time, the dark night does not know how deep this bone river is!

Is this a funeral?

Or is it a burial?

Or is it just to make such a river of white bones for him, and destroy a small thousand worlds?

Could this group of people be the creatures of the continent of West France?

Suddenly, the night filled his mind with a bunch of questions, causing his brain to go down.

Is this the tomb of the Elven King?

If so, is this race good or bad?

Everything in history seems to be unveiling a mysterious veil in the eyes of the night, and it is more likely that everything buried here will be exposed to the world, which will shock the eyes of the entire West France continent.

patted the eight-eyed elephant under the buttocks, the limbs and bones and hooves stepped forward, and the night planned to take a closer look at this river of bones, this world has an innate environment where undead creatures are born, why is such a bone burial place, there are no dense undead creatures, but just a pile of white bones scattered here?

Is it artificially prevented from mutation or what?

The biggest question in the mind of the night now is whether this is the tomb of the elven king!

It stands to reason that the elves existed in the era of the West France Continent, not to mention the birth of necromancy, that is, the light magic rose in this continent in its later era, and it gradually matured in the next nearly 10,000 years, how could there be such a powerful technique as artificially controlling the corpse?

The real origin of necromancy is the era of elves?

I'm afraid that when the dark night says this, I can laugh off the big teeth of all the necromancers in the Undead Empire!

If only necromancy had been born in the West France Continent at that time, it would not have been rampant in the Holy See of Light for 20,000 years, and perhaps there would have been an ancient religious organization like the Holy See of the Necromancy, not to mention that in the past thousand years, all the necromancers and necromantic swordsmen were alive like lost dogs in the shadow of the God of Light.

It's good to say that the dogs of the lost family are good, before the establishment of the Empire of the Undead, this group of heretics recognized by the West France Continent had no home!

To be able to survive in the world is the mercy of the Inquisition.

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