ps: Thank you for the sterling silver century, zfjfj, read books when you are troubled, Qinglong Tianzun, the angel of light descends, the swastika super satan, the great shift of heaven and earth, a thought of the sea purchase plan, Aoki Huangshi and other brothers and sisters for the reward! Today, I saw a book friend say that the poor road has a low IQ, and actually wrote the speed of the six-legged war horse as ten meters, alas, the poor road laughed, don't you old people know that the number of pirated jù is wrong, and also justifiably denounced the poor road, the poor road hard code words, how innocent, because the poor road is not in a stable state of mind, you can only put your brother's book review on the top of the whip corpse for a week, sorry.

Since there was no air in the void, only the fluctuating and violent aura, Sitemis finally woke up from his dream after a spirit, looked around in a daze, and then lay back in the coffin, still muttering: "I haven't dreamed for a long time, how can I have such a dream, it's strange." ”

Jacodao almost burst out laughing when he heard this Sittimis talk to himself, this necromancer was very funny.

Of course, since there was no air here, it was impossible for the words of Sitimis to spread, but here, language could be transmitted directly through the fluctuations of the soul, so it was not surprising that Jacodao heard it.

The necromancer lay back on the lid of the coffin, lay down for a while, and then suddenly stood up, and cried out in disbelief, "What's the matter? Am I not dreaming?

Apparently, he had noticed that something was wrong.

Soon, he noticed that there was a blue-black mountain beside him, well, the next moment he realized that it was actually a huge head, looking at him with a little smile.

The necromancer didn't know how he saw this, but his first instinct was to raise the bone staff in his right hand, point at Jia Kedao, and chant a few words in his mouth, and then a dark green fireball appeared. It fell on a piece of scale armor that fell on Jacodao and burned.

Of course, this kind of attack is not even an itch for Jia Kedao.

"Let me introduce myself, the deity is the person who caught you before, and you can call the deity Mingyang in the future. ”

Jia Kedao thought about it, and solved the problem of salutation first, so as to facilitate communication with the other party.

Of course, Lord Mingyang's title is also a helpless move, and Jia Kedao doesn't plan to let a necromancer call himself a Dao Elder or something, in that case, it may be a difficult problem for this Sitemis to understand.

"Ahh Lord Mingyang, are you this giant snake?"

At this time, Sitimis's body shrouded in black robes began to tremble violently, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't speak, but the soul fluctuations truthfully exposed his thoughts.

Alas, in this void, this is not good, even if Jia Kedao only thinks of something, within a certain distance. The other party can feel it, of course, if Jia Kedao is willing to spend a little time studying it, he can also block out the soul fluctuations.

Of course. For now, not for now.

"That's right, the deity remembers that your name is Tettimis, right? ”

In front of Jia Kedao. Perhaps in front of the huge snake, this once famous necromancer had to be turned into a good worm.

No way, the difference in strength is too big. Necromancers aren't rigid or old-fashioned creatures.

What's more, after coming out of the coffin, Sitemish seems to find himself in an incredible place.

Most of the time, this place should only be recorded in some hidden book or in the mind of a polymath.

Astral Boundary!

That's right, the place that Jia Kedao called the Void has a resounding name in the main matter plane, Astral Boundary.

This is something that Sitemis honestly said himself.

Of course, it is definitely unwilling.

No way, after being slightly familiar with the strength of Sytimes, it was undoubtedly easy for him to shield his soul fluctuations as a necromancer, but this was quickly punished by Jacodao.

He was thrown into a collapsing fragment of the plane, and then fished out by Jacodao.

In this way, the original eerie necromancer had a bad image, the black robe that originally represented darkness was torn to pieces, revealing a thin body, and even a tendency to be semi-undead in some important parts, no wonder in the void, this Sittimis would not feel too uncomfortable.

This is also inevitable, as a necromancer, in the process of a large number of contacts with the undead to study the undead, a long time to contact the yin qi, which is the breath of death in the other world, will lead to the undead of the physical body.

And as a necromancer, if you want to go to the next level, you need to not only study the undead, but also completely undead.

That is, to turn oneself into an undead, and in the mouths of these undead professionals, this should be called a lich.

Eventually, Sitemis succumbed in front of Jacodao, completely letting go of his defenses in his mind, and letting Jaco's mind search for something he was interested in.

After all, the more we understand the existence of death, the more we fear it, and this seems to be an unbreakable truth.

There were many memories in Sittimus's mind.

After Jia Kedao looked at it a little, he got a lot of things.

For example, this Sitemis was a failed apprentice of magic two hundred years ago, and after three years of study, he was found to be unqualified, and as a result, he was kicked out of the magic tower, and finally obtained a remnant of a book on necromancy and magic, and then embarked on an anti-human and anti-social path.

Of course, there were too many memories like this in Citimis's mind, so Jia Kedao could only skip them directly and shift his attention to memories related to the undead test and so on.

I don't know how long I watched it, Jia Kedao sighed slightly, to say that this Sitimis can really be called a genius, if the study of the undead is summarized as a discipline, then this Sitimis should be called the academic leader of this discipline.

Relying on just a fragment of a necromantic magic book, Sitemis has walked a path that most undead professionals have not taken.

To put it simply, he started a genre, at least in Jacodao's opinion.

Able to perform extremely detailed manipulations on the soul, from making the soul transform.

Even if only one of the multi-handed horror knights succeeded, the meaning contained in it is by no means imaginable to those ordinary people.

Jacodao felt that he couldn't do it, and in the memory of Sithimish, no necromancer had done this, as for whether those gods could do this, Jacodao guessed that it was unlikely, after all, those gods focused on gaining enough faith, and as for what the soul was like, there was no need to study it at all.

In order to succeed in the experiment, this Sitimish hid in the basement of a large cemetery for one hundred and fifty years.

This is simply a top scientific talent.

Of course, in Jacodao's view, Sitimis is still at a very low level of transformation of the soul.

It is conceivable that if the soul transformation is studied to the extreme, no, only a little deeper, then the prospects are extremely brilliant. (To be continued......)