This water element spirit is from the undead clan. Han Bing divided it into several small pieces, which could increase the absorption and utilization rate of Yuan Jing.

In the slow spitting, time passed day by day.

Qingling left after staying in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for a month, after she left the Fengshen Tower, she directly turned into Changhong, and swept in the direction of the Sea of Death, her face was still confused, and there was no knowledge content in the collection of the Fengshen Tower.

In her soul, the power of the soul spell was becoming more and more intense, which showed that Han Bing's cultivation was gradually improving, which she did not want to see.

Qingling, who was in flight, suddenly stumbled and almost fell from the air, and her face turned pale in an instant.

"Han Bing—" Qingling forcibly stabilized her body and gritted her teeth. Every time she had a rebellion, she would be attacked by the soul spell, and this time it was even more serious. It was because of the existence of the soul spell that her cultivation could have successfully reached the late stage of the Transformation Yuan with the help of sufficient spiritual power, but now she was still stagnating in the middle stage of the Transformation Yuan.

The anger on Qing Ling's face was even worse, Han Bing's cultivation had already reached the middle stage of the Transformation Yuan, and after a while, once he reached the late stage of the Transformation Yuan and surpassed himself in cultivation, then it would be even more difficult for her to escape from the suffering.

On top of a huge rock at the southernmost tip of Stormwind City, Qingling descended, and in front of her was the pitch-black Sea of Death. In this 10,000-year-old pitch-black sea, there was a faint strange soul fluctuation, and Qing Ling's eyes looked at the sea quietly, revealing hesitation.

After a long time, she stepped forward lightly, her body fell rapidly, turned into a streamer, and plunged into the sea, instantly submerged by the raging waves.

After Qingling entered the sea, her divine consciousness spread out, and she slowly dived in one direction, and in that direction, she felt some breath fluctuations.

In the deep water below the surface of the sea, there were sporadic undead soldiers swimming from time to time, but in front of these low-ranking soldiers, Qing Ling could easily hide her figure without being detected. Behind a lone undead soldier, Qing Ling's figure suddenly flashed, and under the stretch out of his finger, the undead soldier suddenly fell unconscious, and after a small whirlpool, Qing Ling and the undead soldier disappeared at the same time.

This process did not arouse the awareness of any of the undead soldiers in the vicinity.

Qing Ling kidnapped the soldiers, avoided detection along the way, quickly returned to the surface, found a hiding place in a hilly area of Stormwind City, and hid in it.

This undead soldier will be her first test subject. In a small newly opened cave, Qing Ling sat cross-legged, and the undead soldiers on the ground in front of him were still unconscious.

Qing Ling closed her eyes and pinched her hands, and after leaning less, a thin filament floated out from the center of her eyebrows, which turned into a very small ball of light under the distortion of the air, and under the control of her mind, it slowly flew out, and finally fell into the center of the eyebrows of the undead soldier, and the light group entered the body, and the body of the undead who was originally lying motionless on the ground immediately jumped up from the ground in convulsions, and after seeing Qing Ling, his godless eyes revealed a sense of fear.

The undead soldier only hesitated for a moment, called out indistinctly, and ran out with his legs, but with a wave of Qingling's hand, an ice chain instantly approached, binding it heavily to the stone wall, unable to move.

The look of horror on the undead soldier's face was even stronger, but Qing Ling ignored him and closed her eyes again, her consciousness completely enveloping the undead soldier at the moment, paying close attention to the reaction of the white orb in its head.

"Isn't that right......" Qing Ling shook her head slightly, and then pinched out a few magic tricks again, separating the filaments from the center of her eyebrows again, and this filament was mixed with the power of her own sword spirit. Qingling's lips moved slightly, and the spells slowly merged into the filamentous light clusters, and when the spells entered, the squirming of the light clusters became more intense, and there were bursts of blue light echoing in it.

Ahh

The undead soldier screamed as the ball of light flew towards him, but he couldn't move. Under Qing Ling's control, the light cluster once again sank into the undead's forehead and merged into the white sphere in the skull. The undead soldier's face was in great pain, but the pain disappeared completely after a few breaths.

The undead soldier's frightened eyes suddenly calmed down and returned to their original state of dazedness.

Qing Ling observed for a long time again, and with a wave of his right hand, he collected the ice chain, and the undead soldier was not bound by the ice chain, and staggered forward two steps, then stopped, staring at Qing Ling blankly.

Qingling's lips moved slightly, and she pointed somewhere in front of her, "Go!"

After a slight pause, the undead soldier followed Qing Ling's point, slowly walked to a wooden man prepared in advance, lifted the iron sword in his hand, and slashed it down, and the wooden man was directly cut into pieces under the force, and the sawdust flew everywhere.

Qing Ling saw the reaction of the undead soldier, and the corners of her mouth showed a graceful arc, she couldn't remember how long it had been since she had smiled like this.

In the moment the undead soldier was controlled by herself, she had already obtained a lot of internal information about the undead from it, which no one else in Stormwind had ever known.

As night fell, on a hidden coast east of Stormwind City, Qingling arrived with an undead puppet. At her behest, the undead golem dives into the water. And she herself sat quietly on a stone platform, closing her eyes and contemplating.

"If you want to control the undead army, you need to find the leader, at least, the leader of the squad......" Qingling fell into deep thought.