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The essence blood, magic power, and spiritual power required to domesticate the Revenant Knight's commander Wenerinker were beyond Yang Ling's surprise, but with the assistance of the Great Witch Terrace and the blessing of the Great Witch Seal, there was no danger and he was successfully domesticated. After the pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info received him into the space of the Witch Tower like a demonic beast, an unexpected scene appeared!

Shrouded in the thick white mist emanating from the Witch Tower, Winenk's rotting muscles quickly regenerated, hair, nails, muscles, and even teeth grew back. The Dou Qi, Life Energy, and Death Qi in the body fused together perfectly, forming a gray energy.

"Thank you, sir!"

Looking at the brand-new body and touching the strong muscles, the sobered Wenerinker was so excited that he burst into tears, and respectfully prostrated in front of Yang Ling while talking. For thousands of years, he always dreamed of getting rid of the appearance of people and ghosts, and his heart was dripping blood when he saw only two miserable white hand bones left in the hands of the tiger and leopard. If it weren't for the Phantom Cloak that gave him a glimmer of hope, he would have given himself a crisp, a hundred.

"Winnink, this is the inheritance of the Shadow Witch, take a good understanding. Yang Ling silently recited the witch decision, and gently pressed a finger on the center of Wen'erink's eyebrows, teaching him the cultivation mantra of the shadow witch.

Suddenly, Winink felt a mysterious memory imprint into his mind. After a moment of skimming, he immediately understood how powerful the so-called Shadow Witch was, and was surprised to bow down respectfully again. The inheritance from the soul witch allowed him to touch a trace of the most primordial energy between heaven and earth, and in the dark, he instinctively felt that this memory would bring unimaginable benefits to him.

"Winlink, the Shadow Witch is the king who walks in the dark, I hope you don't let me down!" Looking at Winlink, who was respectfully prostrate in front of him, Yang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead without a trace.

Compared to the branches of Witchcraft, Poison Witch, and Weapon Witch, Shadow Witch's attacks are the most bizarre and sharpest. In ancient times, a soul witch could have no witch by his side, and he could have no weapon witch, but the shadow witch was absolutely indispensable. A powerful shadow witch can make enemies both light and dark more scruples, and can bring more security and benefits to the tribe.

Due to the imprint in the depths of his soul, it was impossible and powerless for Winink to betray a soul wizard, and in this regard, Yang Ling had no worries. The only worry is that the advancement of the Shadow Witch is more difficult than that of the Witch Martial and the Poison Witch, and in addition to the arduous cultivation, it also requires enlightenment. Wenlink's strength is strong, and his starting point is much higher than Ramos, who cultivates witchcraft, but some habitual surnames of thinking may become obstacles to his cultivation. Whether he can become a powerful shadow witch, whether he can become a strong man by his side, depends on himself.

After the domestication of the Grand Commander Winink, many problems were naturally solved! Under the command of Winenck, the tide of revenant knights quickly left, and for thousands of years, the Scorpion King Immet finally had the opportunity to step into the famous Forzes Castle.

Although the castle is in disrepair and dilapidated, it is a huge area, with a training ground and a point-and-place platform. The magnificent square, the murderous revenant knights, and the uniform movements vaguely show the strength of this team back then.

"There are more than 20,000 Revenant Knights in the castle of Foulzes Castle, all of them are the elite of our Storm Legion back then, if you need it, I can also summon all the Revenant Knights outside the mausoleum!" Looking condescendingly at the silent military formation, Winleink puffed out his chest proudly.

In that year, he relied on the elite of more than 20,000 Storm Legions to fight in the north and south of the Theban Empire, and made great achievements, becoming the youngest general in the history of the Theban Empire. But it was precisely because of his high merits that he was poisoned by the Pharaoh at the instigation of several villains and became an undead with rotten muscles.

"Okay, very good!" Looking at the many revenant knights in the square, Yang Ling nodded appreciatively, "Winink, lead your team to Elder Rodriguez, and entertain them well before the Holy See enters the lower floor of the underground mausoleum!"

With more than 20,000 Revenant Knights, plus the zombies and mummies summoned by the Corpse Witch King along the way, the lineup is already extremely large. Yang Ling believed that as long as Winenk and the Corpse Witch King joined forces to attack, the Holy See would have to take off a few layers of skin at least this time, even if it didn't hurt its muscles and bones this time.

"Yes, my subordinates understand!" After respectfully stroking his chest and saluting, Winenk raised a heavy black iron spear and roared away with more than 20,000 elite cavalry under the guidance of the Flying Dragon King Thrace.

Seeing Winenck and his party quickly move away, the Black Dragon King shook his head suspiciously, and said in a deep voice: "My lord, why don't you send the army of demonic beasts to go up and kill those arrogant guys in the Holy See?"

"Yes, let's go together, even if we can't wipe out the Holy See, at least we can increase their losses, why don't we attack with the whole army?"

"Hmph, you think too much about the strength of the Holy See! Even if all the accompanying cathar knights and magicians are dead, and there are only a dozen Templars left, their strength is not something that ordinary people can deal with!" Looking at the doubtful Black Dragon King and Immet, Yang Ling shook his head, pondered for a moment and then continued: "The guys of the Holy See must be killed, but now is not the time for us to take a frontal attack!"

Although he had yin the Holy See a few times, Yang Ling was not so excited that he didn't know how serious. The Holy See is powerful and numerous, and trying to kill all the powerful Templars and Templars with ordinary undead is tantamount to talking in a dream.

The death of a few groups of Apologists and Wizards is nothing to the Holy See. Only by finding an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow and leaving all the other party's Templars behind, can it be possible to deal a heavy blow to the invincible Holy See.

Before he was not sure enough, it was undoubtedly stupid to make a personal move, and Yang Ling didn't want to expose his plans and strength in advance.

After all, in addition to the Holy See, there are also powerful forces such as the Dark Society and the Golden Lion Family in the underground mausoleum. In this treacherous underground mausoleum, strength itself is the most important thing, and without strength, you will only become a fat sheep in the eyes of others. No one dares to guarantee that the strength will retreat, and in the face of sufficient benefits, the big forces such as the Dark Association and the Golden Lion Family will not have any other thoughts about their party.

After taking out the Great Witch Platform and placing it in the square, Yang Ling teleported up and sat down cross-legged, slowly recovering the consumed magic power and spiritual power, and recovering the soul damaged by forcibly performing the soul sacrifice witchcraft. The underground mausoleum is unpredictable, full of traps, and breaking into it before the strength is restored, it is definitely looking for death!

Unlike on the ground, there is no aura between heaven and earth, no green life energy, and no vast starlight energy in the underground mausoleum, only a cloud of cold dead air. At the beginning, Yang Ling thought that if he couldn't absorb the energy from the outside world, it would be extremely difficult to recover from his injuries, but unexpectedly, under the silent recitation of the witch decision, his body automatically absorbed the ubiquitous dead qi, and perfectly fused with the magic power in his body.

Could it be that this is the benefit of the original energy of the undead plane?

Thinking of the gray trace of undead plane origin energy that he had absorbed at the beginning, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he summoned the horned soul snake in the space of the Wu Tower. The little guy was originally left with only a phantom body, but after absorbing a lot of energy, he regrew his body. I haven't seen it for a while, its body is more condensed, and its body shape has not changed much, but the energy contained in its body is getting stronger and stronger.

After feeling the surging dead qi in the air, the Horned Soul Snake hissed excitedly, gulping down the dead qi around Yang Ling, absorbing the dead qi faster than Yang Ling. Slowly, mysterious runes appeared on the surface of the body, and the skin bulged little by little, and began to molt again. According to its memory, when it underwent seven hundred and forty-nine molts, it was able to truly condense its body and advance to the next form of the Horned Soul Snake, greatly improving its strength.

"Imet, in the future, you will take care of it!" After throwing the Horned Soul Snake rolled into a plate to the Scorpion King Immet, Yang Ling concentrated on absorbing the ubiquitous dead qi and quickly regained his strength.

After absorbing a large amount of dead qi, the muscles and bones of the whole body were further strengthened under the effect of the refining witchcraft. If Yang Ling used his divine sense to look closely, he would find that the bones above and below his body were getting finer and denser, the explosiveness of his body was getting stronger and stronger, and his tenacity was getting higher and higher.

Slowly, I don't know how long it took, his body emitted a faint wave of energy. Within the shrouded range, several wandering undead struggled, as if they were restrained by something.

The field of power?

In the dark, Yang Ling felt as if he had inadvertently pierced a thin layer of paper, and there was a trace of enlightenment in his heart.

A true master does not look at how deep the magic or magic power is in his body, but his control and grasp of his own power. Just like the Black Dragon King, after comprehending the Dragon Domain in an instant, his magic power did not increase much, but his comprehension of the law of strength took a big step, and his strength was incomparable.

Just as Yang Ling was about to further comprehend the law of strength, suddenly, a familiar wave of energy came from afar. Evelyn, the mermaid, crushes the charm and sends a distress signal. Immediately after, Winenke swept into the valley with lightning speed, and shouted loudly from afar: "My lord, it's not good, it's not good. The remnants of the Holy See broke into the next layer of the mausoleum, drawing out a large group of fire spirits!"

Fire Elves?

Looking at the panicked Winenk, and then at the Corpse Witch King who followed closely behind with a gloomy face, Yang Ling was silent on the surface, but his heart couldn't help but sink. What kind of demon is it that makes the mermaid Evelyn urgently call for help, and makes the powerful Winlink and the Corpse Witch King like great enemies?

(To be continued)