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Despite his mortal injuries, the Corpse Witch King was still incredibly fast, and he ran wildly, leaving the pursuers of the major forces far behind. After the pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info was injured, whether it was the white-robed cardinal, or the golden-cloaked warrior Garcia and Elder Cruyff, their speed dropped dramatically, and they could no longer keep up with him.

Although the white-robed cardinal had already sent an urgent plea for help, it was difficult for the experts of the Holy See to arrive quickly, no matter how fast they were. Looking at the figure of the Corpse Witch King getting farther and farther away, the white-robed cardinal's heart became heavier and heavier, and he had no choice but to pin his hopes on Yang Ling, who was riding on the Black Dragon King.

The major forces couldn't keep up with the Corpse Witch King's footsteps, but Yang Ling was at ease! Along the way, from time to time, he commanded the Black Dragon King to breathe a few mouthfuls of fire or dragon breath, forcing the Corpse Witch King to run wildly all the time, and he didn't give him a chance to catch his breath at all. From the Ladakh Mountains all the way out of the Alashan Pass, he drove the seriously wounded Witch King to the Siberian Desert like a duck.

The Witch King is very resilient, and under normal circumstances, the wound will stop bleeding quickly and automatically. But under Yang Ling's non-stop pursuit, under the fierce gallop, the wound kept being pulled, and the blood kept flowing out.

With the loss of blood, as the physical strength decreased, after running wild for most of the day, the speed of the Corpse Witch King became slower and slower. Finally summoned some revenant creatures to come out and break off, but it was not enough for the Black Dragon King to plug his teeth.

After encountering some caves, he wanted to get into them and hide, but unexpectedly, the Black Dragon King couldn't get in, but in the blink of an eye, he pounced on a large group of horned bee beasts, spiders, and self-exploding bats. It's endless, it's impossible to kill, and it's useless to try all your best under the great drop in strength, so I have no choice but to flee.

In this way, escaping from the Ladakh Mountains to the Siberian Desert, from early in the morning to late at night, the Corpse Witch King could not get rid of Yang Ling by all means. In the end, exhausted, I saw that this was not the way to go, and I had to stop. With a 'snap', the sorceress in her arms fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Put a ban, or?

Although the Corpse Witch King was seriously injured and exhausted, Yang Ling still didn't dare to be careless. After a moment of silence, summon the Manticore, the Unicorn, and the Thousand-Faced Phantom Marten, and let them and the Black Dragon King surround the Witch King. Later, he placed a ban in the space of the Witch Tower, and lit three rosemarys, preparing to move the Corpse Witch King to the space of the Witch Tower and capture him alive.

A powerhouse in the field of space?

Seeing that Yang Ling, who was riding on the back of the Black Dragon King, strangely disappeared on the spot, and soon appeared silently, the Corpse Witch King's heart was shocked, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Due to the difficulty of cultivation, there are not many people who cultivate space magic, and it is even rarer to reach the realm realm. However, after cultivating to the top level and becoming a powerhouse in the space realm, his strength is undoubtedly extremely strong.

Who is this so-called lord, is it those ancient families?

Looking at Yang Ling, whose strength was unfathomable, the Corpse Witch King's head was incomparably large. Now that his magic power has been almost exhausted, not to mention the bone dragon, even a zombie is difficult to summon, and he is seriously injured, he is definitely not the opponent of Yang Ling. What should I do if I can't fight and can't escape, if I can't escape?

The Corpse Witch King was helpless, but Yang Ling was unceremonious, and immediately commanded many demonic beasts to attack after the arrangements were made. The group illusion technique of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Marten is so easy to use, even if the Black Dragon King, the Manticore Lion King, and the Unicorn and other magical beasts don't do it themselves, just a few dozen phantom bodies will make the Corpse Witch King miserable.

The Thousand-Faced Phantom Marten likes to devour the crystal nuclei of the demonic beasts, quickly obtaining the energy needed for advancement, and as long as it advances to the next level, its strength will be even more terrifying.

As a natural ninth-order demonic beast, it can only transform five illusions into each body now, and each illusion only has twenty percent of its vitality and offensive and defensive capabilities, and it lasts only ten minutes. But as long as you advance to a super-level demonic beast, you can double your abilities, and if you advance to the top, it will be even more terrifying, and each phantom body has almost the same strength as the main body!

"Blood refining and demon transformation!"

Looking at the frantically attacking monsters, the Corpse Witch King had to resort to one last resort. Turn the black gas emitted from your body into a dozen thin snakes, spray a mouthful of blood on them, and command them to block the bloodthirsty demonic beasts. Then he took out the last life-saving teleportation scroll from his bosom and prepared to teleport out immediately.

Each teleportation scroll has consumed countless precious and rare materials and painstaking efforts, and it is a treasure used to save life. As a last resort, he didn't want to waste this last scroll lightly.

Originally, this scroll was going to be used to deal with the pursuit of the god-level powerhouses of the Tylen Continent, but he didn't expect to encounter Yang Ling, the nemesis, as soon as he escaped from the seal, and had to use it in advance.

"Hmph, Warcraft Leader, I'll definitely come back!"

After snorting coldly, the Corpse Witch King used the last trace of magic power to activate the teleportation scroll, and before leaving, he glared fiercely at Yang Ling not far away. Secretly swore that as long as his strength returned to his peak state, he would personally lead the undead army to bloodied the Demon Beast Territory. Unexpectedly, at the moment when he stepped into the teleportation array and breathed a sigh of relief, a white light flashed in front of him, and he came to a strange place immediately after.

Domain space?

Looking at the strange vast forest sea, thinking of the situation in the dungeon, the Corpse Witch King's heart was shocked, and his heart became heavier and heavier. Last time, he could barely crack Yang Ling's domain space with the Horned Soul Snake, but now he is exhausted and his magic power is exhausted, what should I do?

After taking a few deep breaths, he simply sat down on the ground, seizing the time to try to regain his strength. Helplessly, he was restrained everywhere in this strange realm, and he couldn't absorb a trace of magic for half a day, and he didn't know if he was seriously injured or exhausted, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Not good, the air is poisonous!

After leaning against the trunk of the tree and taking a nap, the Corpse Witch King instinctively sensed that something was wrong and opened his eyes hard. As a corpse witch, in addition to necromancy, he is also a master of using poison. However, he had never been exposed to such a drowsy, colorless, and odorless poison.

Just when he was secretly complaining, there was a strange 'squeak' not far away, and when he looked up, he saw a large group of red-haired tarantulas rushing over.

Shocked, even though he knew that it was most likely an illusion, the Corpse Witch King had to grit his teeth and run wildly. Unexpectedly, just after rushing into the forest, he immediately encountered a group of fast-moving horned bee beasts, and he was numb after being hit by a few poisonous stingers

True and false, false and true!

Sometimes, the Witch King thought the spider or horned bee in front of him was an illusion, but he was carelessly bitten off a piece of flesh, and other times, he was careful and did not hesitate to make a detour with physical strength. Later, when I looked back, I found that the demonic beast blocking the way turned into a flash of silver light and disappeared out of thin air, and then I knew that it was an illusion!

Dense demonic beasts, endless primeval forests, drowsy poisons, and traps that can't be guarded against

After fleeing for his life in embarrassment for a long time, the Corpse Witch King couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground with a 'snap'. First, he was seriously injured under the siege of the major forces with all his might, and then he was chased and killed by Yang Ling for hundreds of miles, and finally, he tossed in this strange domain space for most of the day, he really couldn't hold on!

The body is scarred and exhausted, and even the spirit is also collapsed under the tense pursuit. Even when a tarantula stretched out its red-haired paws, it was indifferent, its eyelids became heavier and heavier, and its consciousness became heavier and heavier. In a daze, he felt a finger press on his forehead, followed by a cold sensation

After exhausting the body of the Corpse Witch King, crushing his spirit, and making proper preparations, Yang Ling did not hesitate to spend a lot of magic power and spiritual power to domesticate him with blood. The more powerful the soul, the more difficult it is to domesticate, and if you are not careful, not only will you not be able to domesticate, but you will also be very likely to be eaten by spells. Only when the other party's life is in danger, or when he is confused, the resistance to domestication will be greatly reduced.

The soul energy of the Corpse Witch King is very strong, and it is many times stronger than the original orc sacrifice Augustus. However, after being seriously injured, infected with rosemary, and having a nervous breakdown, he can no longer stop the power of domestication.

The Witch King has existed for thousands of years, and the memories in his mind are vast and complex. Although he was very curious about why he desperately wanted to pass through the great rift in time and space and come to the Tylen Continent from the undead plane, for a while, Yang Ling didn't bother to check his memories little by little. After the ban was removed, he looked at Angel, the female magician who was already unconscious, and couldn't help frowning.

After a chase, the Corpse Witch King was covered in bruises, and the captive Angel in his arms was no better. Not only was the corpse poison in his body, but he was also injured a lot, and the white magic robe had already been stained red with blood. Maybe it was too much panic, maybe it was too much blood loss or corpse poison, and his face was pale and he was dying.

Destroy the corpse, or?

After shaking his head, Yang Ling carried her to the edge of the lake, gently untied the bloody clothes on her body, and prepared to stop the bleeding and then remove the corpse poison from her body.

Looking at the little beauty in the coma with tears in the frame, he couldn't help but think of Alice's little girl, the same beautiful and moving, the same Chu Chu pitiful!

In addition, the little beauty has a great background, and there may be some unexpected benefits to be gained by saving her life. She was unconscious now, and she didn't have to worry about her divulging the secret that the Witch King had been domesticated by herself.

Untied the coat of the little beauty, a pair of strong and proud twin peaks stood tall in front of Yang Ling, and their fingertips inadvertently swept over the snow-white below her neck, smooth, delicate, and full of elasticity

The thick smell of blood can't cover the intoxicating virgin fragrance, and the thin underwear can't stop the two tempting grapes. Coupled with the slender snow-white legs and the poignant little steamed buns in the grass, it is faint, but it is even more reverie!

Domesticating the Holy See's holy daughter into a slave girl?

Looking at Angel's snow-white skin, fiery figure and beautiful face, thinking about the feeling of pressing the Holy See's most noble and purest holy woman under him, Yang Ling suddenly had an evil thought in his heart!

(To be continued)