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Xiao Longhuang's hand holding Yi Han's arm was a little hard, trying to pull Yi Han not to get close to those corpse pits with a strong evil aura, and her whole little face was already filled with anger. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a super divine beast of the light camp, the little dragon phoenix instinctively hates these evil things. Although the demons use dark attribute spiritual power, their bodies are not filled with evil energy.

Yihan touched the head of the little dragon phoenix and told her with his eyes that he was calm.

Xiao Longhuang nodded, and then followed Yihan into the corpse pit.

The corpses in the pit were all closed, and their bodies would tremble violently when they were poured with blood, as if they were struggling, but when they opened their eyes and their eyes flashed with a faint green light, it was when they were reborn as undead.

The formation in front of the corpse pit was a pentagram-based formation, like a resurrection formation, and she didn't know much about it anyway.

She walked around these corpse pits many times and encountered many resurrected undead, but these undead were just some low-level undead, and they were useless, at most they should be used as miscellaneous and cannon fodder.

Seeing such a way of undead production, it would be false to say that it was not shocking. Because some of the "corpses" in those corpse pits still have a living life.

This is the transformation of the living into the undead!

[Mom, I'm going to slaughter them!] The little dragon phoenix was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

[A little hairy boy is a little hairy child, and this is angry. In his mind, Li's voice appeared faintly, since the little dragon phoenix woke up, it has been a great pleasure for him to count the little dragon phoenix every day.

[You're just a little hairy child. You don't understand. Xiaolonghuang and Li are one light and one dark, and they don't quarrel with each other all the time.

[Take a look again.] Little Huang'er, you go back to Warcraft Space first. Reason told her that what she was seeing now was only a drop in the bucket.

[Hmm]

She was a little concerned, what was the purpose of creating such a large number of low-level undead, even if she killed such low-level undead, she would not have soul crystals.

The resurrected undead were very obediently divided into teams of ten, and then walked in line towards a dark tunnel. This tunnel exudes a gloomy and cold atmosphere, and even the lighting things are directly saved, and the whole thing is blind with black lights, and the night vision ability of casual cultivators is good.

Why are they all undead, there are no living people? Or some low-level undead who have no consciousness of their own, Yihan is a little depressed, is she going to deal with this group of undead again.

"You, you all jump. Out of the tunnel, Yihan heard a gloomy bass.

It was a few hooded undead standing in front of a huge pit with whips in their hands, and these undead exuded the power of the oracles, and belonged to the ranks of the higher undead.

Under the orders of the high-ranking undead, those low-level undead jumped into the giant pit without hesitation.

"Only one of you will survive" is the command of the High Undead. All one can do as an unconscious lower undead is obey.

The ten low-level undead who jumped out of the pit fought without hesitation, grabbing, kicking, biting, and tearing, which was a very primitive way of fighting. If you look closer to the pit, you can see that the feet of these ten low-level undead are all tattered corpses.

The lower undead have no blood and no consciousness, and the only thought in their minds is to tear apart the lower undead in front of them who are as conscious as they are, making them unable to move. Then stab your hand into the eyebrows of those undead, dig out a wisp of gray soul-like thing, and devour it!

Of the ten low-level undead, there was only one left, and this undead who devoured the souls of his companions made the eerie advance. The evil aura on his body also increased, and those wounds that had been torn apart by other low-level undead were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye after being covered with evil qi.  ；

And the surviving low-level undead, after coming out of the pit, will wait slowly at the edge of the pit, and when the number reaches ten, another high-level undead will lead the team and go inside.

And what awaits these ten low-level undead inside is the same battle, until only one remains. There are dozens of such places, sometimes ten undead deathmatches, sometimes a hundred undead deathmatches.

Being torn apart and drained does not mean that it is over, they will be assembled, thrown back into the grave, and resurrected again......

"How's that?, isn't it a good process to make the undead?" a ghostly voice sounded in Yihan's ears, but she couldn't see anyone else around her.

She's been spotted, and it's been since she entered the mine.

In the innermost part of the mine, in a gloomy and dark room, the boy sat on a throne and held a mirror in his hand, which showed the "man" in white and holding an umbrella in the mine at the moment.  ；