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Seeing that the mighty Fabry had finally been trapped, the people were all relieved. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother Yang, are you okay!" As soon as Yang Ling jumped off the big witch platform, Sophia, Alice, Yuna and others nervously gathered around, and when they saw his pale face, they couldn't help but be worried.

"Hehe, it's okay, just rest for a while!" After swallowing half a bottle of Life Spring Water and quickly recovering his magic power and spiritual power, which were almost exhausted, Yang Ling smiled excitedly, "I caught a big fish this time, no matter how tired it is, it's worth it!"

After being trapped by the heavy restrictions, Fabrice couldn't fly out even if he flapped his wings. For the Holy See, the loss of a powerful god-level powerhouse is even more devastating than the loss of a Knightly Cathar Order of thousands of people. Killing Fabrice is more resentful than killing a thousand bishops like Mutombo!

"Yang Ling, god-level powerhouses often have some unexpected abilities, and if they don't kill Fabrice completely for a day, they can't be careless for a day!" Seeing Yang Ling smiling, Elder Brent, who had lost one hand, walked over as he spoke, reminding loudly.

He became more and more incomprehensible about Yang Ling's strength.

Originally, after being cut off a hand by the sudden outburst of Fabrice, he thought he was going to die. Unexpectedly, Yang Ling not only dodged Fabrice's heavy blow, but also took the opportunity to sneak attack and succeed, injuring the latter's soul at the cost of injury;

Even the lower gods can be trapped, what kind of magic is this, and what family does Yang Ling come from?

Looking at Yang Ling, who had been seriously injured several times but recovered quickly again and again, Elder Brent was full of doubts and marveled at his strength. On the surface, Yang Ling only had the strength of the peak of the realm at most, but no one would have imagined that even a powerful god-level powerhouse like Fabrice would be planted in his hands.

"It's okay, elder, don't worry. After resting for a while, I can make Fabrice disappear completely, and it will be too late for him to regret it!" Seeing Elder Brent's pale face, Yang Ling took out a bottle of Life Spring Water from the ring and asked him to swallow it immediately.

Although Fabry was lucky enough to trap Fabrice, if Elder Brent hadn't come to help, I'm afraid that he and Elder Cruyff would have died at the hands of a strong enemy. If Elder Brent had seen that something was wrong and left quickly, he would not have been seriously injured!

The Fountain of Life has a high price on the Tyrann continent, and it can not only dissolve a hundred poisons, but also quickly recover from injuries, which is invaluable. To treat the enemy, he must be more ferocious than the most ferocious wolf, but to his friends and relatives, Yang Ling will never spare a bottle of life spring water.

"One bottle is too much, only a few drops are enough!" Seeing Yang Ling pour a bottle of Life Spring Water in one gulp like drinking water, Elder Brent shook his head.

As a god-level powerhouse, although the speed of recovery of divine power is very slow, the recovery of injuries is much faster than that of ordinary people. As long as the Godhead survives, no matter how badly injured he is, he can survive and his lost arms can slowly grow. Of course, with the precious fountain of life, the recovery will be faster.

Seeing that Elder Brent would return the remaining Life Spring Water with a few drops, Yang Ling was unimpressed by the reproach in his eyes, and after smiling, he summoned the Black Dragon King, the Corpse Witch King and the others over and asked them to take a sip each. After a fierce battle, the low-level demonic beasts suffered a lot of losses, and the Black Dragon King and the others were also seriously injured, and they almost died under the sharp sword of Fabrice.

The Warcraft base in the Wuta space has matured, and low-level Warcraft such as Horned Bee Beasts, Evil Eyes, and Self-Detonating Bats can be quickly replenished at any time after they die, but if high-level Warcraft such as the Black Dragon King and the Flying Dragon King are not killed, the loss will be great. Fortunately, except for the Scorpion King Imet, whose soul was seriously damaged, the rest of the people quickly recovered after drinking the Life Spring Water.

"Alice, is there anything good that can make Fabrice completely lose his mobility?" Looking at the little girl who looked at her worriedly, Yang Ling smiled and gently brushed the dust off her clothes.

Fabrice is so powerful that it would be too cheap to kill him directly. His soul can be refined, and after obtaining his memory, he can learn more about the secrets of the Holy See, and after seizing his godhead, he may be able to greatly improve his strength and break through to the realm of soul witches in one fell swoop. With so many good things, naturally you can't let go of them easily.

Although Fabrice was increasingly injured by the Fire Elves after being trapped by the Fire Suppression, the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and it was better to prevent him from fighting back before he died!

The little girl who didn't know magic and didn't know how to fight in the past is no longer what it used to be. After obtaining the inheritance of the poison witch, her strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and her poison skills are superb, which is even more terrifying than the killer poison of the year. Silently can take out a strong man, or even an army. It is naturally a good idea to let her paralyze Fabrice's nerves with poison and completely make the other party incapacitated.

"No problem, Brother Yang, it's going to be fine right away!"

After taking a deep look at Yang Ling, Alice strode away, taking out a large number of bottles and cans from the space ring as she walked, and circled around the fire prohibition a few times, spilling out a lot of colorless and odorless poison. In the beginning, it was impossible to get close to the powerful Fabrice, and many powerful poison spells could not be used at all. Now it is different, Fabrice is surrounded in the ban, and the range of activities is extremely limited, so naturally there are a lot of ways to deal with him Soon, there are screams from inside the ban. Fabrice was already poisoned and his whole body was festering, and after Alice added several more poisons, he was even more in pain. In the face of the overwhelming fire of the fire spirits, the speed of dodging is getting slower and slower, the reaction is becoming more and more sluggish, and the defense is getting lower and lower. From time to time, it was burned and screamed, giving off a burst of burnt smell.

"Hehe, the disaster has just begun!"

After resting for half a day, Yang Ling, who had recuperated his energy, sat down cross-legged on the big witch platform again. Look at Fabrice, who was embarrassed by the attack of the fire elves, took out the crystal skull after a cold snort, silently recited the witch decision, blessed the Great Witch Seal, and used the Great Witch Platform to cast the Revenant's Roar and Soul Wave. Round after round, frantically attacking the soul of Fabrice.

Fabry majored in strength and the law of death, and his attack and defense were extremely amazing, and once he was entangled in close quarters, he would burst out with terrifying combat power. It's a pity that although the ** defense is strong, the soul defense is his biggest weakness. Unfortunately, after the poison in his body, his defense dropped sharply, and he happened to meet Yang Ling, the soul witch who was best at soul attacks, which made matters worse.

Under the attack of the fire elves and Yang Ling wave after wave, Fabrice no longer regained his previous majesty, rolling around with his head in sharp pain. After painfully taking out a teleportation scroll, he was about to teleport out desperately, but unexpectedly, he completely lost hope before he could activate the portal. The overwhelming fire was pervasive, burning the teleportation scroll to ashes in an instant!

"Ah, help, help"

In the midst of the pain, Fabrice sent a series of magical messages asking for help, hoping that the Pope and others would quickly come to the rescue. It's a pity that after the superimposed prohibitions, the entire space has been completely isolated from the outside world, and no magic message can be sent. In addition to the overwhelming purple flames, what awaited him was an invisible soul attack, like a hammer hitting his head, like a swarm of bloodthirsty ants tearing his brain marrow hard in his head

The overwhelming purple flames, the soul attacks that are more ruthless each time, and the poison that cannot be prevented

After trying his best to break out of the ban, and passively endured heavy attacks, Fabrice's injuries became more and more serious, his actions became more and more difficult, and his consciousness gradually became confused. From time to time, he subconsciously scratched the itchy places on his body, and when he grabbed it, there was a large pool of blood, and the fine skin and tender flesh exposed by the wound were roasted by the purple flame, and he immediately felt like a pig.

One hour, two hours, three hours

For a long time, the unrecognizable Fabrice lay motionless on the ground, blackened, and could no longer see a single intact piece of skin. Allowing the Fire Elves and Yang Ling to attack at will, he was so angry that he no longer had the strength to struggle.

Could it be a bluff?

After ordering the fire spirit to stop, look at the motionless Fabrice, Yang Ling waved his hand to summon the Tarantula King, and commanded it to fly over to try the other party's movements. Seeing that Fabrice still didn't move after being bitten hard by the Tarantula King's fangs a few times, he then instructed the Tarantula King to tie up the other party tightly with tough spider silk to make sure that nothing went wrong before walking cautiously.

"Ah, you despicable fellow, I, I'm going to kill you!" Maybe it's a strong man's instinct for danger, maybe it's a return to the light, after hearing Yang Ling's footsteps, the dying Fabrice opened his eyes hard, trying to stand up and kill Yang Ling. It's a pity that he was bound by the tough spider silk of the tarantula king and couldn't move, and he couldn't even move a finger.

"There are a lot of people who have fought against the Demon Beast Leader, but none of them have a good end, if there is a next life, remember not to be a thug and a god stick of the Holy See!" Seeing that the powerful Fabrice was dying, unable to break even a single spider silk, Yang Ling was completely relieved. As he spoke, he sat cross-legged beside him, silently reciting witchcraft and casting soul refining spells.

In the underground mausoleum, after refining and absorbing the soul energy of a hundred demon clones, his strength increased by leaps and bounds. Compared with the demon's clone, Fabrice is not known how many times stronger, Yang Ling doesn't know what kind of changes will happen to his strength after refining his memory and seizing the so-called godhead!

(To be continued)