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Guided by essence and blood, soul-oriented, puppet seal!

Yang Ling silently recited the witch decision, forced out a drop of essence blood and integrated it into the body of the Templar Odumbra, and a huge amount of magic power and spiritual power gushed out, and with the blessing of the Great Witch Seal, the puppet seal was condensed in Odumbra's body. The pen www.biquge.info refining him into a puppet while his soul was dispersing, leaving the mark of the Soul Great Witch in the depths of his soul.

Like the Witchcraft, the Puppet Wizard is a branch of the Ancient Wizards. After cultivating to a certain level, he can incarnate tens of millions with the help of many scorpions like Immet, and become an alternative undead wizard, and his strength is not trivial.

Although Yang Ling's main focus was on cultivating soul witchcraft, after advancing to a high-level god witch, he not only greatly improved his magic power and spiritual power, but also had a deeper understanding of puppetry.

In the past, although the refined puppets could maintain a certain level of consciousness, their movements were stiff and their expressions were sluggish. Even after a long period of training, there are still flaws, and if you are not careful, you may be noticed by others. Because of this, Yang Ling's idea of using puppets to penetrate the internal situation of the Holy See could not be realized.

But now it is different, with the blessing of the Great Witch Seal, the puppet seal is condensed in Odumbra's body, and after leaving his own soul mark in the depths of his soul, he refines a perfect puppet.

The undamaged memory, the lucid but controlled consciousness of the Great Witch, and the unaltered appearance all make Odumbra a puppet in the truest sense of the word. Even his closest friends and family members may find it difficult to detect the changes in the depths of his soul. Even, as long as Yang Ling is willing, he can erase or add part of his memory, so that Odumbra himself will not realize that he has become someone else's puppet.

"Hehe, the number one Templar puppet in the history of the continent, Odumbra, I hope you don't let me down!"

After erasing Odumbula's memories before he died, and adding a fabricated memory into it, Yang Ling smiled coldly, "Thrace, throw Odumbra out of the valley, move quickly, he will wake up soon!"

"My lord, that's it, just let him go?" Looking at the unconscious Odumbra, the Flying Dragon King Thrace was unwilling.

"Quack, Thrace, don't let him go, do you still want to eat him?" Look at the doubtful Wyvern King Thrace, and then look at the unconscious Odumbula, the old and refined Corpse Witch King licks his lips.

The Holy See's Sanctuary is powerful, and because of its faith, the energy contained in the blood and soul far exceeds that of ordinary people, making the Corpse Witch King have an endless aftertaste after tasting it. If it weren't for the fact that he knew that Odumbra was Yang Ling's bait, he would really want to eat this Templar captain in one bite and devour his essence and soul.

The Flying Dragon King Thrace didn't understand Yang Ling's deep meaning, but the Corpse Witch King had strong spiritual power, and he keenly felt that Yang Ling had done something to Odumbra's head. Although he didn't know Yang Ling's true purpose, he understood that Yang Ling would never be kind enough to put Odumbula back.

Looking at the old monster of the Witch King, Thrace shook his head and quickly left with the unconscious Odumbula in his arms, throwing him behind a boulder outside the valley. As soon as he hid his figure, the unconscious Odumbra woke up faintly, looked at the surging army of the undead in the valley, and quickly left in shock.

"My lord, do you want me to follow and take a look?" looked at Odumbula, who was quickly moving away, and the Black Dragon King clenched his fists.

"Hehe, don't worry, no matter how fast he is, he can't escape from my Five Finger Mountain!" Yang Ling smiled mysteriously, and after a pause, he continued: "Rodriguez, lead your army of undead to follow quietly, don't let those guys in the Holy See live too comfortably!"

"Quack, understand, I will let them not eat well and sleep, let them see the methods of a real corpse witch!" "With a wicked smile on his face, the Corpse Witch King took the order and led the army of the undead to follow in the footsteps of the Holy See. While hurrying, the team gathers zombies and mummies and other undead along the way, and the team is getting bigger and bigger.

When he was on the ground, in order to avoid revealing his identity, he had to hide his strength and aura, and he couldn't vent when he saw anyone unhappy. Now it's different, in this eerie underground mausoleum, you don't have to worry about revealing your identity after putting on a human skin mask, and you don't have to hide your strength in a suppressed way.

The gloomy underground mausoleum made him return to the undead plane like a fish in water, and his amazing strength was vividly reflected!

Looking at the growing army of the undead under the Corpse Witch King, and then at the army of scorpions around him, the Scorpion King Immet shook his head enviously. Although more and more small scorpions have hatched in the scorpion base of the Wu Tower Space, each control of a scorpion requires an extra soul and spiritual power, so at this stage, he is not able to expand the army of scorpions on a large scale. Compared with the Corpse Witch King, who can summon a large number of undead and rapidly increase his strength by consuming a little bit of mana, there is still a big gap in this aspect for the time being.

"Imette, is there anything special about the underground mausoleum?" After devouring a few demonic beast blood beads to recover the consumed magic power and spiritual power, Yang Ling was in high spirits and prepared to scrape around the periphery of the underground mausoleum before entering.

With the pursuit and attack of the Corpse Witch King, the casualties of the Holy See along the way will be more and more large, and perhaps without taking action himself, Elder Brown will become a single commander. At that time, it is not too late to make a move, and there is no need to chase and fight all the way, so as not to accidentally reveal any clues.

In addition, according to the itinerary estimates, it will take at least a day for the major forces to find the entrance to the next level. When they go in to explore the way, it's not too late to go in after the situation is clear, there is so much free labor, it is really not cost-effective not to make good use of it. Anyway, the strategic task of his trip is to eliminate the hidden danger of the underground mausoleum and take out the papal see, so there is no need to take the lead desperately for the legendary ethereal life scepter and portal.

The periphery of the underground mausoleum is already so weird, and the horror in the depths of the mausoleum can be imagined, and the guy who rushes the fastest is often the first to fall! The guy who gets the artifact first may not be able to have the last laugh.

In a dangerous place like the underground mausoleum, it is the king to be cautious and preserve your strength and wait and see what happens!

"Well, as far as I know, there are no treasures left on the periphery of the Underground Mausoleum, unless" Imett frowned, recalling the situation of the Underground Mausoleum, and after a moment of hesitation, said: "There is a valley near the entrance deep under the Underground Mausoleum, where is the territory of the Revenant Knight's Commander Windink, I heard that he has a cloak that can be invisible, I don't know if it's true or not?"

A cloak that can be invisible?

Thinking of the few invisible huntresses and archers under Sophia, thinking of their elusive figures, Yang Ling smiled and said lightly: "Okay, very good, even if there is no invisible cloak, sooner or later we will have to go near the entrance! Let's go, grab the so-called invisible cloak to keep warm, each person grabs one, and no one is missing!"

Hearing Yang Ling say this, the Scorpion King Imette almost fainted. Legend has it that the Cloak of Invisibility is the invincible weapon of the Revenant Knight's Commander Unenk, which can be worn to hide all traces and surprise enemies. Unexpectedly, Yang Ling wanted to grab it for warmth, and return one for each person!

If the Revenant Knight Commander Wenlinker had a large number of invisible cloaks in his hands, he would have ruled the entire perimeter of the underground mausoleum and led the army of the undead into the depths of the mausoleum, where would it be his turn?

"Hehe, my lord, at least two or more pieces for each person. One is draped on the body, and the other is carried on the hand, that is called cool!" Thinking about the pleasure of sneaking close to the enemy after being invisible, twisting the opponent's neck, or grabbing the opponent's legs and tearing them in half, the Black Dragon King excitedly clenched his fist as thick as a bowl.

During this period of time, under Yang Ling's subtle influence, everyone was proud of the success of the sneak attack on the Yin people, and pursued the simplest, most labor-saving, and most efficient way to kill, even the Black Dragon King, who was known as the strongest hand-to-hand combat ability on the mainland, was no exception.

"There's no problem with each of them, you're still shirtless. Looking at the Black Dragon King who was in Yiyin, Yang Ling smiled, "Your body is really too big, what kind of body does it become to hang a small cloak, be careful when the Corpse Witch King and they are embarrassed to walk with you!"

"That's it, don't say that it was our demonic beast who led it out, it's a shame!" Looking at the bear-like figure of the Black Dragon King, the dry Imet straightened his chest and tucked his abdomen, and smiled sinisterly. I don't know if it's rare excitement or too big a movement, I accidentally dropped a layer of scorpions, and the whole person deflated like a flat tire, and Yang Ling sweated profusely. As for the thousand-faced phantom marten lying on his shoulder, he tightened his eyes tightly after screaming, and it took a long time to look through the gap between his claws.

"I'm sorry, my kid is hungry and has a bit of a big reaction!" Imet put away the scorpions on the ground and pressed them one by one on his body like mud, and the squirming scorpions made everyone sweat again.

"Immet, next time you make such a disgusting move, be careful that I crush all your scorpions to death one by one!" said the Black Dragon King, clenching his thick fist.

"No, it's too wasteful to be crushed, you should add some salad oil and bake it yellow and take it to Warcraft Square to sell, saying that it is a rare golden dragon meat, and the business is absolutely booming!" Thrace smiled sinisterly, looking at the scorpions on Imet's body, as if he saw crystal coins.

"No, I heard that eating raw scorpions is good for your health, don't miss it!" Yang Ling smiled

Under the shouting and scolding of the Black Dragon King and the Flying Dragon King, and in the gloating laughter of the purple squirrel Bingbing, the Scorpion King Immet strode away and led everyone straight to the Valley of the Revenant Knight. Along the way, there were more and more revenant knights riding bone horses, and the dead air became thicker and thicker, and before they knew it, everyone was getting closer and closer to the entrance to the depths of the underground mausoleum.

(To be continued)