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The situation of the zombie king is not good, but Yang Ling, who is sitting cross-legged on the ground, is a blessing in disguise!

Through the witch duel of the poison witch branch, he refined the black qi in his body little by little, and absorbed the life force of the zombie king through the black qi shrouded in his body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were many guards around the perimeter of the underground mausoleum, including a large group of high-level ghost snakes, underground lords covered in flames, and countless three-headed hellhounds

If the Scorpion King Immet is a strong man, then the Zombie King is the strongest of the strong. The magic is surging, and the vitality is extremely strong!

After absorbing the Zombie King's exuberant vitality, Yang Ling felt that his magic power and spiritual power had increased dramatically, and the pores of his body stretched out one by one, as if he had drunk a sip of a sweet fairy spring.

After the sharp loss of vitality, the limbs of the Zombie King, who had just been invincible, were weak and weak, and he rolled on the ground, screaming loudly, and the black qi in his body was uncontrollably and quickly emitted.

Every trace of black qi he emitted, he lost a bit of vitality. Soon, his skin collapsed like a leaky balloon, his muscles atrophied exceedingly, and he lay on the ground like a mummy. At the same time, there were fewer and fewer zombies coming out of the Stone Forest Magic Array.

"This, what the hell is going on?" After rushing over, looking at the strange scene in front of him, the Black Dragon King, who was about to slap the zombie king Hartings to death with one claw, was dumbfounded, and the witch guards such as the Flying Dragon King Thrace and the Purple Squirrel Bingbing were no exception.

"Stop the zombies that pounced, don't alarm the adults, hurry!" After using the corpse explosion spell to kill a group of zombies that pounced on him, the Corpse Witch King ordered in a deep voice.

Although he didn't understand what was going on for a while, Yang Ling's life fluctuations were getting stronger and stronger, and the black qi enveloping him was getting weaker and weaker, on the contrary, the Zombie King's life fluctuations were getting weaker and weaker.

Obviously, Yang Ling not only did not have a life-threatening situation, but also had the upper hand!

"Tear these monsters to shreds, on!"

"Kill, screw their heads off!"

Under the demonstration of the Corpse Witch King, everyone turned around and pounced on the dense zombies, venting their anger on them. Although the zombies that rushed over were as dense as the tide, they couldn't break through everyone's defensive circle no matter what, and they couldn't rush in to save the dying zombie king with all their might.

After struggling for a while, the dry Zombie King was dying, lying on the ground motionless, no more zombies came out of the Stone Forest Magic Array, and the black qi enveloping Yang Ling's body became lighter and lighter. Under the slaughter of the five witch guards and the corpse witch king, although the number of zombies in the forbidden is still huge, there is one less dead one, and the number is getting smaller and smaller.

After refining the last trace of black qi, Yang Ling took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at the dying Zombie King not far away, and smiled coldly.

If God wants to make him die, he must first make him mad!

The Life Coil spell is powerful, but it also comes at a staggering cost and requires a lot of mental power. If the Zombie King stops after performing it once, maybe he will really die in his hands.

It's a pity that this guy has to inch in, and he actually tried to wipe out the Corpse Witch King and the Black Dragon King and others, regardless of the little spiritual power left in his body, he forcibly cast the Life Entanglement Spell again. As a result, he not only provided himself with the time and opportunity to refine the black qi, but also lost control of the black qi in his body and was taken advantage of by himself.

After summoning a deadwood warrior to drag the dying Zombie King over, Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then silently recited the witch decision, pressed his right hand on his head, and cast a high-level soul alchemy.

Don't do it, don't do it!

Since he had inadvertently absorbed the Zombie King's huge vitality, Yang Ling didn't mind refining his soul again. After cultivating to the intermediate level of the Divine Witch, you can resurrect the Vandals who have been frozen for thousands of years through spiritualism, and you can also easily refine the souls of your enemies.

Refine its soul and take its soul!

As a wizard who cultivates soul witchcraft, his comprehension of soul alchemy is getting deeper and deeper, and he soon successfully refines the soul of the zombie king. Not only has his mental strength improved by leaps and bounds, but he also successfully gained his memory. Sure enough, the black gas emitted by the Zombie King was not corpse poison, but an extremely concentrated death gas.

In the underground mausoleum, there is lifeless air everywhere, and some places are filled with the dead air that ordinary people can breathe and disperse. To ordinary people, those places are even more terrifying than hell, but for the Zombie King who cultivates black magic, it is a rare holy place for cultivation.

After thousands of years, he absorbed the majestic dead qi, and after extreme compression, every trace of black qi contained majestic energy. After emitting it, it can absorb the life energy of the enemy, and even erode the soul of the enemy, which is extremely powerful.

After refining these dead qis, is there still that powerful power?

After the death qi was refined, it was fused into the black and white magic power. Confused, Yang Ling condensed an ice arrow out of thin air and blessed a trace of magic power to enter.

Suddenly, the ice arrow trembled as if it was alive, and after it was shot out, it shot out with a 'whew' before it disappeared after shooting more than a dozen zombies in a row. Immediately after, wisps of black gas came out of the brains of the fallen zombies, seeping into Yang Ling's brains like gusts of wind.

Consume a trace of magic power and spiritual power in exchange for a wisp of soul?

After refining the black qi that had penetrated in, Yang Ling was overjoyed after feeling that his soul energy had increased significantly. Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise, and he comprehended a powerful ability. Compared with the Zombie King, his mutated life entanglement spell is more powerful, not to mention anything else, at least the attack range is much larger.

"Hehe, use spiritual power as the guide, use witch power as the foundation, and harvest the soul of the enemy. In the future, if you make a mistake, let's call it the Spirit Slaughter Arrow!" locked a few strong zombies with his spiritual power, shot a few ice arrows to shoot them one by one, and after absorbing their souls, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.

100 steps through Yang, 10 arrows in a row!

After initially comprehending the use of the Spirit Slayer Arrow, he decided to take the zombies that were surging around. As the sharp spirit slaying arrows roared past, the zombies in heavy armor fell down in rows, without exception, all of them shot their heads with one arrow.

Archers?

Looking at Yang Ling, who suddenly showed his might, and looking at the cold ice arrows that appeared out of thin air in his hands, the Black Dragon King, Imette and others were amazed.

"Tsk, when did the adult become a sharpshooter, why don't I know?"

"Hehe, what is an archer, an archer like an adult who can harvest souls is terrifying!"

After discovering that Yang Ling not only pierced through Yang in a hundred steps, but also used the Spirit Slaughter Arrow to continuously harvest the souls of the zombies, people were full of praise after the accident. Especially the scorpion king Imet, who was even more envious.

His scorpions can also harvest the souls of their enemies, but unfortunately, they have to crawl over to bite the enemy's vital point. When encountering a highly poisonous guy like the zombie king Hartings, he often has no way to speak, compared to Yang Ling's Spirit Slaughter Arrow, which has an attack range of up to dozens of steps, it is so far from heaven and earth!

Under the joint slaughter of everyone, there are fewer and fewer zombies in the ban, and the corpses are all over the field, and the blood is flowing like a river. However, no one noticed that after absorbing a large amount of blood, a looming pattern appeared in the Stone Forest Magic Array, and no one noticed that there was a faint energy fluctuation in the air.

When the last zombie fell, an accident occurred!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of 'bang' from the underground mausoleum, low and powerful, as if two boulders had slammed together, and it seemed to come from the sound of drums on an ancient battlefield.

With a series of drums, everyone felt hot and hot, as if they had been attacked by some invisible attack. At the same time, the roars of countless demonic beasts came from the vast forest sea, and the sound shook the sky, getting closer and closer, as if the demonic beasts in the forest were all surging over under the attraction of the drums.

"Not good, human skin drum, this is the sound of human skin drum!" After listening intently for a moment, Imet, the Scorpion King, cried out in a lost voice, remembering a legend that had been passed down for many years.

In the Theban Empire, every time a pharaoh died, his successor slaughtered thousands of bloody outlaws or murderous prisoners of war. Drums were made from their scalps and hammers were used from their skulls to bury the dead pharaohs. When the human skin drum around the pharaoh sounds, the dead pharaoh will be resurrected.

Crunch

As if to verify the legend that Imamet said, the Stone Forest Magic Circle made an overwhelming sound, and then the entire magic circle collapsed, revealing an unfathomable cavern. After a gust of gloomy wind, a strange cry like a baby was heard, reaching everyone's souls.

Knock, knock, knock

Under the bewitchment of the drums, one after another demonic beasts rushed over, roaring loudly, their eyes bloodthirsty and red, and circling around the prohibition. There are more than ten meters of pythons, packs of wind wolves, and rampaging earth bears, and there are more and more of them.

Look at the suddenly appeared, unfathomable caves, look at more and more magical beasts, listen to the soul-stirring sound of human skin drums, people's faces are solemn, and their hearts are getting heavier and heavier.

At the same time, thousands of miles, or even tens of thousands of miles away, the strong people who had been meditating for many years opened their eyes in shock. After looking at the direction where the underground mausoleum was located and muttering for a while, they all took action.

There was a mountain in the Bantu Empire that was originally called Mount Tunguska, but since the god of fire built a castle on the top of the mountain and meditated in it, the people renamed the mountain Mount Vulcan. The entire Vulcan Mountain is covered with all kinds of magic arrays, and it is strictly forbidden for any outsiders to enter or leave.

"The human skin drum sounds, the mausoleum is opened, Faun, you can go with the elders of the clan!" As soon as the sound of human skin drums came from the underground mausoleum, an old man who was shrouded in flames woke up, and his soul was transmitted to the mercenary guild elder Faun, who was thousands of miles away.

"Yes, thank you, Mentor!"

After receiving the soul transmission of the fire god, Faun, who was holding a chicken leg and holding a glass of rum, was shocked. After wiping his greasy big hand on his sleeve, he quickly left, and disappeared in front of the tavern owner in the blink of an eye!

(To be continued)