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After devouring the rare Ink Crystal Essence, the Demon Beasts lay down around the Witch Tower, bathing in the beneficial white mist, while seizing the time to fuse the energy of the Crystal Essence, trying their best to break through the bottleneck of cultivation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info In particular, the three demonic beasts of Purple Squat Bingbing, Thousand-Faced Phantom Mink, and Giant Ape King have already cultivated to the pinnacle of the ninth-order demonic beasts, and they are only the last line away from advancing to super-level demonic beasts. As soon as the Ink Crystal Essence, which contained a large amount of energy, entered their mouths, they understood that this was a rare good treasure, and they saw the hope of breaking through to the super-level demonic beast in one fell swoop.

The purple rat Bingbing's eyes were slightly closed, lying motionless on the ground, and a circle of cold air was emitted under the bath of the white mist. It was cold to the bone, and the range grew larger and larger, forcing the giant ape and wyvern who were recuperating in the vicinity to retreat again and again, and find a place to sit down from a distance.

The thousand-faced phantom marten shrank into a ball like a white rabbit, emitting bursts of surging energy fluctuations, and its body kept changing. Sometimes it's red, sometimes it's black, and sometimes, it even disappears in place as if it were transparent, and then it reappears strangely after a while.

Unlike the Purple Squirrel Bingbing and the Thousand-Faced Phantom Mink, the Giant Ape King kept walking around holding a boulder the size of a truck, and the muscles all over his body kept contracting, expanding, and then contracting, and then expanding, and his body was full of explosive power. After a loud shout, he threw the boulder into the air, and then threw it out after receiving it, each time getting higher and higher

After taking a few turns around the Witch Tower, seeing that the Corpse Witch King, the Black Dragon King and the others were all meditating and cultivating, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction, and disappeared in an instant through the Earth Escape Witchcraft, teleporting to the primeval forest thousands of miles away. Soon, the tribe of mercenaries and adventurers was successfully found. Outside the Witch Tower, the farther the teleportation distance, the greater the magic power and spiritual power consumed, but for some reason, there is almost no restriction in the space of the Witch Tower, and as soon as you move your heart, you can immediately appear thousands of miles away.

After an initial panic and hesitation, the mercenaries and adventurers formed a primitive tribe and built a rudimentary cottage from scratch. Although the sparrows are small, they have all kinds of organs, there are wooden houses to live in, there are straw huts for livestock, and there are even hard wooden fences on the edge of the cottage to prevent magical beasts.

The mercenaries and adventurers are mostly men, however, there are also dozens of women. After a while, the women have formed families, and even several families have given birth to children who are learning to speak. Some of them were crying and fussing in their mother's arms, and some of them were laughing and laughing, but without exception, all of them had yellow faces and thin muscles, and their heads were bigger than their bodies.

Standing on the treetops of the towering trees, Yang Ling saw the situation of the entire tribe. I saw a few women who washed their faces with tears and no rice to put in the pot, and I saw a dozen hunters who had been bitten by demonic beasts and were lying on their beds sighing. It seems that although the first tribe in this witch tower space is gradually on the right track, life is still very difficult.

Which is more important, life or freedom?

Looking at the primitive and simple tribe, Yang Ling shook his head. After falling into the fire ban in the underground mausoleum, in the face of the overwhelming fire of the fire spirits, the mercenaries and adventurers were in despair, kneeling outside the ban and begging to save their lives. After being moved to the Wu Tower space, although they escaped, they naturally had to pay the corresponding price. Lost his freedom in the broad sense of the word, and was unable to leave the Witch Tower space.

The Wu Tower Space is the source of strength and the last refuge, and before becoming a real powerhouse, Yang Ling is absolutely unwilling to expose the existence of the Wu Tower Space. If these mercenaries and adventurers are released, no one knows if it will bring any danger, and if the news leaks out and provokes some peerless powerhouse to rob it, it will be troublesome. However, although it is impossible to let these mercenaries and adventurers out, looking at their hard lives, I always feel as if I should do something.

After a moment of silence, Yang Ling took out a five-clawed golden dragon flag from the space ring, threw it from a high altitude, and inserted it at the exit of the cottage impartially; After a raid on the Steel Horn Castle, there was a lot of food and well-made weapons, among other things.

The five-clawed golden dragon banner contains a trace of its own divine sense, and all high-level demonic beasts in the space of the Witch Tower, whether domesticated or wild, will definitely not be unfamiliar with their divine sense. With this five-clawed golden dragon flag, there will be no high-level demonic beasts within a radius of more than ten miles from the tribe, and the safety of the cottage has been guaranteed like never before; with this batch of food, the tribe should be able to live a subsistence life; with these swords, armor and crossbow arrows, the tribe's hunters will greatly increase their strength and bring back a steady stream of prey to the tribe.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

"Your Excellency, it's your lord!"

Looking at the five-clawed golden dragon flag and a large number of materials that suddenly appeared at the exit of the cottage, and looking at Yang Ling, who was standing on the high treetops not far away, people were completely sensational, running and shouting, and more and more people rushed over. Under the leadership of an old man, he sincerely prostrated down in the direction where Yang Ling was, praying loudly. In their hearts, Yang Ling was no longer as simple as a lord, and had become the guardian spirit of a tribe.

Looking at the dense human heads lying on the ground, listening to their prayers, Yang Ling was in a trance, and the inheritance from the Wu Pagoda made him feel as if he had traveled to a desolate world in an instant. A trace of simple wish power emanated from the people, penetrated through his brain, and the sea of souls where the soul gold liquid was located boiled up.

In the distance, the mysterious witch tower emitted a circle of white light, and there were bursts of earth-shattering roars, exuding wisps of desolate aura, and the reliefs such as the unicorn and the five-clawed golden dragon on the tower became clearer and clearer. Shocked, the Corpse Witch King, the Black Dragon King, and the Giant Ape King all instinctively knelt down and prostrated motionless in front of the Witch Tower.

"Five-clawed Golden Dragon Banner, bless your tribe with a safe life. Under the sky of a great witch, in the future, no high-level demonic beast will dare to approach your tribe!" After coming to his senses, Yang Ling left a word and drifted away, disappearing into the treetops in an instant.

Behind them, the people kneeling on the ground were excited, looking at the five-clawed golden dragon flag hunting in the wind, looking at the mountain-like weapons and food and other materials, and tears filled the frame. Although Yang Ling was gone, they only remembered the word Dawu. Since then, they have worked hard to pass on the legacy from generation to generation, calling themselves the descendants of witches.

Could it be that this is the power of faith, the benefits of absorbing the so-called power of will?

After teleporting to the inaccessible sea, Yang Ling carefully felt the changes in his body. After absorbing the power of the people's prayers, he found that the amount of soul gold liquid was one-third more in an instant, which was stronger than absorbing the soul energy of several demons or angels. Overjoyed, he finally understood what Grand Elder Rebraka had said. If you guessed correctly, the reason why Cloudsdale supports the Holy See's mission in the Tyrann continent is to absorb the power of faith of believers, and the same is true for the Dark Society.

Move more people into the Witch Tower space and preach in the form of the Witch Gate!

Without thinking too much, Yang Ling quickly saw a broad avenue to speed up his cultivation. People's belief in the Great Witch will not only allow them to quickly cultivate to the so-called god-level powerhouses on the Tylen Continent, but more importantly, they will be able to help them quickly break through to the realm of soul witches, master the witchcraft controlled by the soul, and completely touch the essence of the power between heaven and earth.

Witchcraft is the source of power, and Warcraft is the foundation of the foothold!

Although he had comprehended the Frozen Realm and the Strength Realm, he was expected to quickly advance to the so-called god-level powerhouses in this world, Yang Ling was more interested in the breakthrough in witchcraft and knew very well what direction he should work towards. With sorcery and the Monster Legion, the high-level gods and witches can deal with the lower gods of this world, and according to the explanation of the obelisk, after advancing to the soul witch, the strength will increase several times, and at that time, maybe the middle gods of this world will no longer be their opponents. I can't imagine what kind of combat power I will have after cultivating to the soul witch and breaking through again, and cultivating to the witch god!

With anticipation for the future, Yang Ling came to the prison where the angels were imprisoned, preparing to refine the memories of the high-level angels and crack the mystery of the angel battle array. If the Angel Battle Array can be used on the Warcraft Legion, and the power of high-level Warcraft and even thousands of low-cost Warcraft can be superimposed, the combat effectiveness of the Warcraft Legion will undoubtedly reach a terrifying level.

"Devil, what do you want to do, let us out!"

"Let us go out and blaspheme a high-ranking angel, the Lord God will not let you go!"

Seeing Yang Ling looking at him with bad intentions, the angels instinctively sensed a strong danger and shouted in horror. It's a pity that under serious injuries, his strength is seven or eight, and he is powerless to struggle under the shackles of miniature confinement and prohibition.

"Under the sky of the Great Witch, even if your main god comes in person, he can't save you out!" Looking at the young and beautiful female angels, looking at the way they gritted their teeth, Yang Ling smiled evilly, "What I'm going to do, you will soon know, devil, naturally have to do it!"

The angels have snow-white skin and delicate and charming figures, and if they are placed on the earth in the 21st century, they are definitely top car models and models. The sturdy twin peaks are about to come out, shaking like a rabbit with the struggle of the body, and the contrast between the slender waist and the large and upturned buttocks is particularly attractive, worthy of the claim of a beautiful and pure angel!

The angels are beautiful, each more beautiful than the other, but unfortunately, they are on the wrong side. In order to crack the secret of the Angel Battle Array, Yang Ling didn't mind being a flower destroyer, and walked towards them step by step.

(To be continued)