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After officially consolidating the realm of the Soul Witch and the Lower God, Yang Ling entered the Witch Tower space again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The space of the Wu Pagoda is getting bigger and bigger, and the small lake in the past has long become an endless sea. The sapling of life on the island has also grown into a towering tree, evolving from a small sapling to an ancient tree of war, which can indiscriminately attack all creatures near the island. Later, he advanced from the Ancient Tree of War to the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and finally secreted some fountains of life every day.

Ophelia, the seraphim archangel, was the first to notice the changes in the saplings of life, and used a crystal bottle to collect the spring of life secreted by the ancient tree of wisdom every day, and after seeing Yang Ling's figure, he greeted him with the spring of life in his hand, "My lord, it's very strange, since you advanced to the god level, our material plane has undergone great changes. The Tree of Life has evolved into the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and it can secrete a lot of precious spring of life every day!" Ophelia was very surprised by the changes in the space of the Witch Tower.

As a Seraphim, she has descended on countless material planes, but she has never seen such a rapidly changing plane as the Witch Tower Space. Originally, she was still worried about whether the space of the Wu Tower would be affected by some spatial turbulence to produce abnormal changes, but after observing it with fear for many days, she did not find any spatial cracks!

"It's not strange, it's not strange at all!" Looking at Ophelia, the angel who was fluttering in white clothes and looked like she didn't eat fireworks in the world, Yang Ling smiled incomprehensibly, "By the way, Ophelia, after a while, we will move a large number of people to settle down, how are the preparations for the mission of the Wumen?"

"Your Excellency, rest assured, with the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Banner, the mission of our sisters has gone very smoothly. After putting away the Fountain of Life, Ophelia quickly reported the latest situation.

With the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Banner and the identity of angels, they quickly gained the trust of the Buraku, and after performing several so-called miracles, they successfully established the belief of the Great Witch in the hearts of the people. With the help of the beast spirit sacrifice Augustus, a replica of the witch tower is about to be built in a hill of the tribesmen for prayer and worship.

"Okay, very good! These life springs should also have a lot of benefits for you angels, some of them should be kept for later use, and the other part should be used reasonably by yourself, and you can restore all the strength of your body as soon as possible!" Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction after feeling the power of desire in the air.

According to Ophelia, when Cloudsdale senses that their souls suddenly lose contact, it will decisively erase their essences to avoid any accidents. However, although the strength of the clone is far inferior to the body, after being unsealed by Yang Ling, the consciousness of the angels is no different from the body. As long as they absorb a large amount of energy and rely on their previous perception of various laws, they can quickly advance.

As I thought before, these domesticated blood angels are indeed the best choice for missions, and missionaries are twice as effective with half the effort.

After the population of the territory has expanded thousands of times, as long as it is carefully planned, it is completely possible to move hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people, to settle in the space of the Witch Tower without realizing it. At that time, by building witch towers, displaying so-called miracles, and providing various kinds of assistance and deterrence, the belief in witches can be quickly established in the hearts of the people. In that way, he would be able to obtain a steady stream of wish power, quickly increase his soul energy, and speed up his cultivation.

After admonishing Ophelia a few words, Yang Ling quickly took two turns around the Witch Tower space, and saw that the Flying Dragon King, Unicorn, Horned Soul Snake, and Shadow Witch Winink and other guys were all meditating on cultivation, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he teleported to the side of the divine beast Jinpeng Bird, and carefully felt the changes in its body.

Perhaps it was because the final blow of Devouring Thunder Tribulation consumed a lot of energy, and the white mist emitted by the Witch Tower was much lighter, and the enveloping area was reduced to half of its original size, but after successfully advancing, the energy contained in the white mist became more refined. Through his powerful divine sense, Yang Ling sensed that the Jinpeng Bird's injuries were gradually improving, and the speed was very slow, but it was continuing to repair the damaged internal organs.

"When I return to the world one day, I hope you won't let me down!" After touching the fierce giant claws of the Jinpeng Bird, Yang Ling turned around and left the Wu Tower space.

Although it has consolidated the realm of soul witches, there are too many witchcraft recorded on the obelisk, too profound. Whether it's soul attack sorcery or soul banning, it all takes time to comprehend. Although he couldn't help it for a while, he firmly believed that one day he would be able to resurrect the Jinpeng Bird, which had to seal itself after being seriously injured, and firmly believed that after thoroughly comprehending the soul prohibition, he would be able to crack the secrets of the Angel Battle Array and explore the unique realm of ten thousand beasts.

Just as Yang Ling was about to sit down on the Great Witch Platform to continue his cultivation, a beautiful flute suddenly sounded in the night. At first, the sound is sweet and fast, like a happy bird hovering up and down in the air, and then, the sound is faint and lingering, like the whispers of a pair of lovers in love, and finally, the tone suddenly changes, and the continuous bass reflects boundless sorrow and endless sorrow

Scottish bagpipes?

Thinking about the beautiful bagpipes in the movie "Titanic", Yang Ling walked gently in the direction where the voice came. Walk the winding gravel road, cross a foggy lake, and pass through a dense maple forest to a lonely courtyard.

Under the hazy moonlight, Asnamo sat lonely on the grass, his eyes red and tears filled his eyes. Holding a slender bagpipe in his hand, the windbag made of deerskin swayed gently in the cold wind, drumming out a deep sound.

Heroes shed blood without tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place!

As a strong tortoise man, as the first warrior of the Rus Empire in the past, and as the number one general with outstanding achievements in Warcraft, Asnamo has always appeared in front of everyone as an iron-blooded soldier. Even in the face of several times the enemy army, even if he was deeply encircled, he gritted his teeth and survived. I didn't expect such a brave and decisive warrior to blow such a touching bagpipe, and I didn't expect him to have such a sad side!

Iron Tenderness!

"Asnamo, bring your necklace and come with me!" Looking at the necklace around Asnamo's neck and listening to his sad bagpipe sound, Yang Ling didn't have to think much to understand what was going on. After consolidating the realm of the Soul Witch, with the help of the Great Witch Stage, he was already quite sure of resurrecting Ashnamo's wife, Sylvia.

"Yes, thank you, sir!" Ashnamo was overjoyed and hurried to follow. After advancing to the god level, Yang Ling's strength became even more unfathomable. Not to mention anything else, just being silently close to his side made him full of confidence in Yang Ling.

After taking the necklace from Asnamo's hand, Yang Ling flew to the Great Witch Platform and sat down cross-legged, preparing to resurrect his wife Sylvia.

The necklace is not large, the tentacles are cold, and there are many mysterious patterns and patterns engraved on the surface. Through his powerful divine sense, he soon discovered a small alien dimension inside the necklace and discovered a sleeping young woman.

I saw that she was wearing a long white dress, which contrasted with her snow-white skin, her long black hair was scattered messily on the ground, revealing a pale face, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she had suffered some kind of pain before she died

"Heaven and earth change, concentrate and gather!"

After snorting, Yang Ling reversed his mind and cast a spiritualist technique. A huge amount of magical power and divine consciousness poured out, and a layer of soul prohibition was placed around the witch tower, and then the ritual of conjuring spirits was recited. Soon, the desolate sacrificial text resounded between heaven and earth, and faint energy fluctuations emanated from the air.

Slowly, the Great Witch Platform spun silently, and mysterious runes emerged. Inside the life necklace, Sylvia's eyelids, which had been sleeping for many years, moved slightly, and her cold heart beat slowly, exuding a faint fluctuation of life.

"Sylvia, it's Sylvia!" Feeling the kind long-lost aura in the air, Ashnamo was excited, staring nervously at the necklace placed in front of Yang Ling.

For many years, lovesickness is like a dream!

Over the years, he has dreamed of his lover many nights, dreaming of the happy day when the two were chasing on the beach, dreaming of the sweet time when the two were newly married, and dreaming of the playful smiling face of his lover Sylvia. However, when his dream of many years was about to come true, he felt nervous like never before.

He was worried that the spell would fail, and that one day, even dreaming would become a luxury!

In the wee hours of the morning, the town of Wieson was shrouded in thick fog, the morning wind was cold, and the people were all deep asleep. However, while all things were sleeping, they were quickly awakened by a desolate voice. The voice was ethereal, as if it came from a distant horizon, and it seemed like someone was whispering in the ear. It's like an old mother calling for her son who can't return, or like someone who is calling for her beloved lover

The desolate voice spread throughout the Demon Beast Territory and spread to the entire vast Tyranid continent, traveling through time and space, bringing people's consciousness back to distant childhood

In the desolate voice, people have remembered many dusty memories and remembered many deceased relatives.

Wake up with tears streaming down your face!

I don't know how long it took, Ashnamo, who was prostrate on the ground and crying, suddenly felt a flash of silver light in front of him, and in the blurred eyes of tears, he saw a woman in white clothes suddenly appear in front of him. The facial features are becoming clearer and clearer, the brow is slightly furrowed, and the long hair of the shawl flutters in the wind

Sylvia!

Seeing the figure that appeared in the dream, Ashnamo rushed forward desperately. At this moment, even if it is a dream, he has to hold his beloved wife tightly in his arms!

(To be continued)