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Looking at the hundreds of people who were frozen into ice sculptures and remembering the tribe's legacy for thousands of years, Margaret burst into tears. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to protect Wusha Island, she did not hesitate to become the famous red-haired pirate, and for the long-cherished wish of the tribe for thousands of years, she endured all kinds of pressure alone, silently waiting for a miracle to appear!

Over the years, when she thought of the task that she would almost never complete, she didn't know how many times she thought about suicide. Just jump into the sea and you're all over!

However, with the arrival of Yang Ling, a mysterious man, a miracle finally appeared!

Looking at the lifelike clansmen, touching the cold ice sculptures, and remembering the elder's deathbed advice, she was so excited that she burst into tears.

"My lord, please help Margaret and help our Vandal tribe!" After a few laps around the many ice sculptures, the female leader Margaret prostrated deeply in front of Yang Ling, "As long as the clansmen can be resurrected, the Vandal tribe will always follow in the footsteps of adults, and Margaret is willing to pay any price!"

"Margaret, it's not that I don't help, it's that these ice cubes are too hard!" stretched out his hand to help, and seeing that Margaret was kneeling on the ground and couldn't get up, Yang Ling shook his head.

After cultivating to the intermediate level of divine witches, they are fully capable of summoning spirits to these people, but the premise is that the ice outside their bodies must be melted first. It's a pity, according to Bingbing's memory of the purple rat, there is almost no way to melt these cold and biting ice cubes except for the rare heavenly fire. The Corpse Witch King couldn't help it, even the purple squirrel Bingbing itself couldn't help it.

Just like poison, there is no antidote to the originator of poisoning, and it is not easy for ordinary people to detoxify!

Seeing that Yang Ling and the Corpse Witch King couldn't do anything, Margaret was saddened. After a long thought, they finally came to the depths of the mine, but they didn't expect that the people were right in front of them, but there was no way to melt the ice outside their bodies and bring them back to life.

After gritting her teeth, she slashed at an ice sculpture with both knives. As a result, the tiger's mouth was shocked and numb, but there was not a trace left on the ice!

After unwillingly chopping for a while, looking at the ice sculpture that was not damaged in the slightest, she was completely disappointed. The lifelike clansmen stood in front of her, but they were so far away from each other that they seemed to be on two different planes.

Since Wu Dan can convert the energy of the outside world into magic power, can he absorb the ice energy on the ice sculpture and slowly melt the so-called thousand-year-old Xuan Ice?

Looking at the sad Margaret, touching the cold and piercing, incomparably hard ice sculpture, Yang Ling thought of a way. After a moment of silence, he instructed the Corpse Witch King to protect himself, and then sat cross-legged next to an ice sculpture, pushing his hands flat and clinging tightly to the cold ice sculpture.

After meditating on the witch decision, Wu Dan drummed out a huge amount of witch power. It flows out of the left hand, passes through the ice sculpture and then flows back from the right hand, following a mysterious trajectory. Every time it runs, it brings back a trace of cold feeling, either fused into the muscles and bones under the effect of refining the body witch duel, or it is absorbed by the swallowing witch pill.

In the past, when absorbing the aura of heaven and earth or the energy of the stars, under the effect of refining the body witch, the muscles kept shrinking one by one, but the energy from the ice sculpture was different, and the muscles and bones did not expand and contract, but became stronger and stronger like keratinization.

If Yang Ling opened his eyes, he would find that a layer of ice slag had formed on his skin in an instant, and the incomparably hard ice sculpture had unconsciously become a small circle, emitting wisps of cold air.

"My lord, this"

Seeing Yang Ling closing his eyes and sitting motionless on the ground, the female leader Margaret looked at the Corpse Witch King on the side suspiciously. She knew that fire-based magic could melt ice, and that sharp weapons could also cut through ice, but she had never heard of Yang Ling being able to melt ice like this.

"Shhh

Margaret didn't notice the change in the ice sculpture, but he was different, and his powerful spiritual power immediately noticed the subtle changes in the ice sculpture. Although Yang Ling's speed is slow, there is no doubt that as long as he persists, the hard ice will turn into wisps of cold air, getting smaller and smaller.

Following the Witch King's gaze, Margaret soon noticed the chill emanating from the ice sculpture, and noticed that the ice sculpture was shrinking little by little. Overjoyed, he and the Corpse Witch King stood quietly aside.

I don't know how long it took, after feeling that he could no longer absorb the cold, Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes. I saw that the extremely hard ice had disappeared, and a big man more than two meters tall and holding a javelin stood stiffly in front of him.

"My lord, why haven't the clansmen woken up yet?" Seeing the big man standing motionless and expressionless, Margaret was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"It's been frozen for too long, you need to awaken his consciousness before your clan will come to his senses!" Looking at the motionless big man, Yang Ling pondered for a moment and guessed what the reason was.

According to the memory of the purple rat Bingbing, the cold air it spewed out could not only freeze people into ice sculptures in an instant, but also trap the consciousness of the enemy. Perhaps, only by awakening the consciousness of the big man can he be resurrected.

"Rodriguez, next, no one is allowed to approach without my order!"

After making up his mind and preparing to use the spiritualist technique to awaken the big man, Yang Ling commanded high-level demonic beasts such as Purple Squirrel Bingbing, Flying Dragon King Thrace, and Black Dragon King to protect closely, and let the Corpse Witch King be responsible for the defense of the periphery. After all, this was his first time using spiritualism, and no one dared to guarantee that there would be no accidents.

"Don't worry, sir!"

Looking at Margaret beside her, the Corpse Witch King was silent, and instantly unfolded the realm of demons and enveloped the scene. As long as there is any change in this female leader, or some monster suddenly rushes in, he is sure that with his powerful spiritual magic, he will instantly make the other party dizzy, and even become a madman.

After devouring more than a dozen demonic beast blood beads to replenish the consumed spiritual power and then magic power, Yang Ling silently recited the witch decision, cast a mysterious spiritualist technique, and kept changing his handprints with his hands.

Control the soul of all things in heaven and earth, and touch the original power of heaven and earth!

According to the obelisk's explanation, spiritualism is actually a skill after cultivating soul alchemy to a high level. As long as the soul does not disperse and does not rot, it can reverse the alchemy and recall the soul of the deceased and bring it back to life.

Legend has it that when the spiritualist technique is cultivated to the top, even if the body of the deceased has long been decomposed or gone, as long as a wisp of remnant soul is recalled, it can also take the body of someone else and resurrect it.

Under the effect of the spiritualist technique, Yang Ling easily separated a trace of spiritual power, and little by little penetrated into the depths of the big man's mind, carefully checking the situation in his body.

After searching for half a day, he found a pituitary-like crystal in the depths of the big man's mind, with a layer of misty cold air outside. Under the effect of spiritualism, the crystals emitted faint fluctuations.

"Soul refinement, knot!"

According to the explanation of the obelisk, Yang Ling quickly pinched Xuan Ao's handprint, and a huge amount of spiritual power gushed out. In an instant, mysterious runes appeared on the body of the big man, shining with silver light, slowly spinning, and the speed became faster and faster. With each rotation, the fluctuations coming out of the crystal are noticeable.

After a dazzling flash of silver light, the mysterious runes on the big man's body disappeared, and under the nervous gaze of the three of them, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the unfamiliar Yang Ling, looking at the huge Black Dragon King beside him, the big man instinctively sensed a threat, and raised his sharp javelin after taking a few steps back. Like a predatory lion, it erupted with a thick murderous aura.

Seeing that the big man had bad intentions, the Black Dragon King spread his wings and rose into the air with a 'whew', hovering up and down in mid-air, locking the other party tightly, and the Flying Dragon King Thrace turned sideways in front of Yang Ling. The purple squirrel puffed out his mouth, ready to take a breath of cold air, and once again freeze the guy who didn't know what to do into an ice sculpture.

"Lay down, lay down your weapons, quick!"

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Margaret anxiously stepped forward and shouted to stop the big man. Seeing that the other party was unmoved, his heart moved, and he remembered the language of the tribe a long time ago. Pointing fingers and stammering in the old tribal language.

Under Margaret's explanation, looking at the familiar square, looking at the lifelike ice sculptures around, and looking at the expressions of the people at the moment of disaster, the big man slowly remembered everything. Suddenly, it was as if I had returned to that cold night thousands of years ago.

"My lord, please forgive Bart for being rude!"

After explaining clearly, Margaret said as she pulled the big man beside her, and motioned for him to follow her to crawl down. His eyes were red, and he looked at Yang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, hoping that he could help resurrect the other clansmen.

It worked?

Looking at the big man who had recovered his memory, Margaret was excited, and the Corpse Witch King on the side was no exception. Back then, before he gave up his body to become a corpse witch, he used a crystal coffin to preserve his daughter's corpse, which would not decay for thousands of years. As long as Yang Ling is brought back to the undead plane, perhaps, resurrecting his daughter is not a distant dream!

(To be continued)