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After refining all night, the crystal skeleton in Yang Ling's hand finally took shape again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoCompared with the original, the black light on the surface of the skull flowed, glowing with a trace of blood, which looked even more hideous and terrifying, and I don't know if it was because it absorbed Yang Ling's essence blood or what the reason was.

After giving it a brief try, Yang Ling found that the power of the crystal skeleton was far beyond his imagination.

You can control it to suspend in mid-air statically, or you can control it to make irregular rapid movements around itself, up to a dozen paces away, which is very easy to use.

It can emit sound waves that are inaudible to the human ear and directly attack the enemy's soul, or it can emit a faint circle of black gas to shield the enemy's soul attack magic like a magic cover.

In addition, it can absorb the dead air emitted by the underground mausoleum, and even, it can directly absorb the souls of the dead who are separated between heaven and earth. Yang Ling summoned a wild earth storm bear from the Wu Tower space, and as soon as the purple rat Bingbing bit off their necks, the crystal skeleton absorbed their souls.

This is the power of soul witchcraft?

Looking at the Earth Storm Bear whose limbs were still twitching, but whose soul had turned into black lines and had been absorbed by the crystal skeleton, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction. With such a handy witch weapon, there is even greater certainty of entering the lifeless underground mausoleum!

Are there any other means of attack besides sonic waves?

Yang Ling pressed his hand on the skull of the crystal skull, injected a trace of magic power and spiritual power, and increased his strength little by little, preparing to further explore the mystery of this witch weapon.

However, just as he felt the crystal skeleton tremble, and something was about to happen, the Corpse Witch King flew onto the Great Witch Platform with a levitation technique early in the morning, "My lord, the Holy See army has officially entered the underground mausoleum, and the major forces and many mercenaries have also followed, you see, are we too?"

"Hehe, don't worry, when they all go in, let's go!" Yang Ling smiled, withdrew the magic power and spiritual power input into the crystal skeleton, and after a pause, he continued: "Rodriguez, you immediately build a magic teleportation array under the Great Witch Platform, by the way, see if there are any good things left in the Holy See, and keep your hands and feet clean!"

"Quack, okay, I like this idea!" The Corpse Witch King quickly understood what Yang Ling meant, and quickly left after Quack laughed.

In the past few days, more and more people have rushed over, in addition to a large number of mercenaries and adventurers who don't know whether they are alive or dead, mainly the people of the Holy See. Relying on their wealth and strength, they not only built two defensive Holy Light Magic Arrays in a short period of time, but also built a large teleportation magic array, leaving a way out for entering the underground mausoleum.

The Holy See sent a large number of elites and prepared everything, but alas, they made a fatal mistake!

Whether it was the Holy Light Magic Array or the Teleportation Magic Array, they were all within the scope of Yang Ling's confinement and prohibition. After their main force entered the underground mausoleum, Yang Ling only needed to activate the prohibition and phantom array to make their formations all useless and cut off their retreat.

Of course, just in case, the safest way is to kill the remaining team of the Holy See, destroy their teleportation magic array, and completely cut off their retreat.

The Holy See is powerful, but they should not camp near the entrance of the underground mausoleum, let alone try to arrest Yang Ling back to the Holy City to torture him to extract a confession.

Although, theoretically, it is possible to try to reconcile with the Holy See, in the light of the Holy See's usual domineering and exterminating practices, there is little hope. After being targeted by them, Yang Ling understood that he had no way out, and if he didn't take the opportunity to help the other party and learn more about the situation inside the Holy See, he would be really sorry for himself!

As soon as the Holy See and the major forces made a move, the mercenaries and adventurers who couldn't wait for a long time followed in a hurry, lest they would not reap any benefits if they took a few steps slowly.

Legend has it that the wealth of the Theban Empire for thousands of years was hidden in this underground mausoleum, where treasures such as gems and agate were innumerable, and glittering crystalline coins were piled up. If they were lucky enough to find the treasure of the last pharaoh, it would be a fortune, and even if they only grabbed one treasure, they might be able to live a worry-free life and be of infinite use.

"Carlos, wait for me!"

"Take care of your war pet, and if you hit it again, I'll kill you with an axe!"

Seeing that the Holy See and the major forces are getting farther and farther away, mercenaries and adventurers rush into the underground mausoleum like reincarnation, you step on my feet, I hit your shoulders, and it is a mess. No one noticed that a dark cloud appeared in the sky at some point, and it became thicker and thicker, and the sky became darker and darker, and no one noticed that the dead air emanating from the underground mausoleum was getting thicker and thicker.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the killing night is high!

The darker it gets, the more beneficial it will be for the actions of the Corpse Witch King and others.

After the people poured into the underground mausoleum, Yang Ling quietly activated the confinement and prohibition, silently breaking the Holy See's Holy Light Magic Array. In this way, the entire Holy See camp was basically no longer fortified for the Corpse Witch King and the Scorpion King Imet.

In order to successfully complete the mission and find the portal deep in the catacombs, the Holy See dispatched almost all of its troops, leaving only more than fifty knights and a dozen magicians to guard.

In their hearts, with two Holy Light Magic Arrays, the camp is already foolproof, not to mention that there are more than a dozen knights and more than a dozen magicians, even if there are only a few hunting dogs, no one can break in. It's a pity that they provoked the wrong enemy at the wrong time and in the wrong place!

Under the shroud of the Demon Realm of the Corpse Witch King, several papal knights guarding the gate were drowsy, and they didn't wake up until the purple rat Bingbing bit off their necks;

Seeing the terrifying bags bulging out under the blood vessels, from the foot board to the calf, from the calf to the abdomen, straight to the door of the brain, even the knight who has been in a hundred battles screamed loudly, his eyes full of fear.

Someone sliced through their skin with a long sword in an attempt to dig out the scorpion that had burrowed into their bodies, someone shouted for help, and a few clever guys went straight to the tent where the high-ranking magicians were. It's a pity that everything was in vain, and in the blink of an eye, it was gnawed by the dense scorpions of Imet.

To make sure nothing goes wrong, the Witch King summons a group of undead knights to reinforce the Holy See's camp. Then seize the time to destroy the Holy See's teleportation magic array, so as not to rush back after hearing the news.

"The undead, oh my God, they're all undead!"

After waking up from his meditation, the remaining Holy See magicians rushed out of their tents and screamed as they looked at the murderous undead knights. A guy just instinctively sent out a magic message, only to say that he found a group of undead and fell, and was bitten off the neck by the fast purple squirrel Bingbing.

Perfect raid!

Under the combined attack of the Corpse Witch King, the Black Dragon King, and the Scorpion King Imet, the remaining men and horses of the Holy See were all wiped out in the blink of an eye. Maybe it was a hasty operation, maybe it had been taken away by the main force, and there was nothing good left in the camp. Except for a strange magic book found from a high-level mage, everyone couldn't find anything good after searching for a long time.

The magic book was thin, with only a dozen sheets of paper made of unknown materials, but it was heavier than the heavy axe of a minotaur samurai. Every page is engraved with runes like dragons flying and phoenixes, not to mention Yang Ling, even the two old monsters of the Corpse Witch King and Immett don't know each other, and they don't know what kind of race this ghost-drawn symbolic symbol is.

If it weren't for the bursts of energy fluctuations it emitted, if it weren't for the incredible weight, the Corpse Witch King wouldn't have bothered to pick up the book.

It's strange, could this be a magic book made of heavy metal, otherwise, how could it be so heavy?

Holding the strange magic book, Yang Ling looked at it page by page in confusion, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any secrets when he flipped through it. Although he can write down the runes word for word with his super memory, he doesn't understand the meaning of this kind of writing, and it is useless to remember it no matter how proficient he is.

"Rodriguez, leave these undead creatures you summoned behind and bury them with the fellows of the Holy See!" After putting the strange magician in the space ring, Yang Ling picked up a papal knight's sword, stabbed to death an undead knight who was in the way, clapped his hands and strode towards the underground mausoleum.

"Quack, okay, it's still an adult!"

Seeing Yang Ling kill the Necrocynian with the weapons of the Holy See Knight, the Corpse Witch King suddenly realized and quickly understood what he meant. After laughing, he picked up a papal knight's sword like Yang Ling and killed dozens of undead knights, leaving the rest to roam around, fending for themselves, disguised as a group of undead suddenly rushing out of the underground mausoleum and going berserk.

In this way, even if the Holy See army returns to the camp, it will not be able to suspect its own party, and will only vent its anger on the undead wandering around.

"The dark clouds are overwhelming, the main murderer, it seems that this underground mausoleum is really dangerous!"

Looking at the dark and heavy clouds in the sky, looking at the increasingly thick dead air, Yang Ling frowned. Unfurling the armor of the Frozen Throne, holding a crystal skull in his left hand and a blood elf dagger in his right hand, he led the crowd cautiously into the eerie underground mausoleum.

(To be continued)