After checking again and again, and making sure that there was really nothing else in the stone chamber except for this skeleton, Fang Yan moved his mind and manipulated the Senluo Domain to decompose the remaining dust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Only a half-bent skeleton was left leaning against the corner, staring directly in the direction of the dialect with its empty eyes.

As if feeling that his squatting in front of the skeleton was a little obscene, Fang Yan was about to stand up, but suddenly noticed that a ghostly light seemed to flash on the skeleton.

With a movement in his heart, Fang Yan involuntarily looked up at the bones, and his eyes met the two hollows in the bones.

Call~

The next moment, Fang Yan only felt that his vision in front of him suddenly became blurred, everything around him became illusory, and a sense of tranquility and ease that came from nowhere quietly appeared in the bottom of his heart.

"Sleep, sink......"

A voice with a strong seduction kept bewitching the dialect in the bottom of my heart.

In the past, Fang Yan had already sensed that something was wrong, but now he only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and a strong sleepiness that swept from the depths of his heart made him have no heart to think about anything else.

Slowly, the tongue's eyelids began to close......

Suddenly-

Syllable!

With the last trace of clarity in his heart, he gave himself a slap in the tongue, and successfully salvaged his soul from the process of sinking.

The crisp slap sound couldn't help but leave a clear palm print on Fang Yan's face, and it also instantly dispelled most of the sleepiness in his heart.

"Shhhh

Fang Yan, who was awakened from the severe pain, first covered his right cheek a little dazedly, but soon he remembered what had just happened, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and at the same time he couldn't help but gasp.

Frightened in his heart, Fang Yan almost subconsciously mobilized all his spiritual power.

Airplanes!

The spiritual power of a first-level wizard is so huge, it can almost affect the actual substance with spiritual power alone, and at this moment, under the unconscious action of Fang Yan, the spiritual power that was suddenly mobilized by him with all his strength directly created an air pressure that was almost visible to the naked eye in the environment around him.

Squeak -

The area of this stone chamber was not very large, and the air pressure caused by the dialect filled the entire stone chamber almost instantly.

In particular, the bones, which were only less than half a meter away from the dialect, were directly crushed apart under this air pressure, and after the hard bones collided with the ground, there was a piercing grinding sound.

Burst!

In Fang Yan's surprised gaze, a faint phantom, oppressed by his powerful spiritual power, emerged from the bones with some reluctance.

Fang Yan's eyes froze, and the rich negative energy aura of the phantom was as obvious as a light in the darkness in his eyes after it was not covered by bones.

"It turned out to be a necromancy~"

There was a deep chill in the dialect's voice.

It seems that he didn't expect Fang Yan to wake up under his own conspiracy, let alone that he would expose his identity from the bones under the pressure of Fang Yan's spiritual power...... The phantom was momentarily stunned, then instinctively tried to burrow back into the bones on the ground.

How could Fang Yan do what he wanted, after discovering that it was actually the phantom in front of him who was plotting against him, the anger in his heart was not to mention, and he directly mobilized the Senluo Domain to solidify the actions of the phantom in front of him.

The phantom struggled violently, and its already vague form now looked like a cloud of distorted smoke.

It's a pity that Fang Yan was extremely annoyed by the guy in front of him who had just plotted against him, so he directly used the maximum domain power to freeze the space around the phantom's body without the slightest gap.

No matter how much the phantom struggled and scurried, it didn't have the slightest way to escape.

After a few breaths, Fang Yan looked at the necromantic phantom in his hand, which had been compressed into the size of a fingernail by the Senluo Domain, and a trace of annoyance and fear flashed in his eyes.

Previously, when he discovered the residual negative energy aura on the broken masonry of the temple square, Fang Yan guessed that there might be necromantic creatures in the temple, so he has been cautious all the way, for fear of being plotted by necromantic creatures.

Unexpectedly, because of his momentary curiosity and laxity, he almost fell into the necromancer in his hand.

Youxin directly turned the dead spirit in his hand into nothingness, but after looking at the bones scattered on the ground, Fang Yan still forcibly resisted the impulse in his heart.

Perhaps he could get some useful information from this necromancy.

Moving his gaze to the necromancer in his hand, after thinking for less than a breath, Fang Yan directly used his heart to communicate the gray crystals in the spiritual sea, and sent the necromantic in his hand to the soul clone of the Senluo world.

When it comes to how to extract the memories of the soul body, the soul clone who has been responsible for presiding over the operation of the reincarnation city has long been extremely proficient.

Although the one in front of him is a necromancer, which is different from those living souls in the city of reincarnation, it is not difficult to get its memory in a short period of time by means of soul clone.

Of course, the premise is that the necromancer itself still has consciousness and memory.

After experiencing the dangerous scene just now, the vigilance in Fang Yan's heart couldn't help but be raised again.

Senroe Field, Psychic ...... All kinds of perceptual abilities are fully activated by dialects. His majestic spiritual power was even more scanned and inspected in the stone room inch by inch, not even a little corner or crevice.

The skeleton in the corner of the wall was naturally the focus of the dialect examination, but just like the results he had just examined, this skeleton still did not find any problems under his re-examination, except for the unusual hardness of the body.

But the tongue will no longer be confused by the performance of the bones, and he has just learned a profound lesson.

On the skeleton that I thought there was no problem, a necromancer with the ability to attack suddenly appeared...... Although it is unlikely, the dialect is uncertain whether a few other things will emerge from the skeleton in a while!

After thinking about it, Fang Yan decided to seal the skeleton first.

Fang Yan's mind moved, and the water elemental particles scattered in the surrounding environment quickly gathered towards him.

Under the control of spiritual power, the temperature of the water elemental particles rapidly decreased, and finally a huge ice block was formed to envelop the bones on the ground, looking like an ice coffin.

Fang Yan was still not at ease, and the spiritual power runes were quickly condensed by him, and they fell on top of the ice coffin in various orders, covering the surface of the ice coffin tightly.

The magic circle that had been used by dialects to seal the Seraphim stone statue had finally reappeared in the world at this time, and this time he was using an improved version that had been optimized many times.

Come to think of it, even if there is any abnormality in this skeleton, it will be difficult to make any waves under the seal of the witch array, or at least allow enough time for the dialect to react.

The efficiency of the soul clone was really extraordinary, and just a few minutes later, Fang Yan received a message from the soul clone.

It's just the content of the message......

Fang Yan's brow furrowed again after he came back to his senses from the message from the soul clone. (To be continued)