Chapter 305: See Talent Again!

"Ugh."

Zhao Ling's weak voice echoed in the cave, and coughing from time to time made his face even paler.

A black locust tree beside him had no leaves, and in the darkness, the hard branches were like devils with teeth and claws.

And only Zhao Ling, who was next to him, could detect the shocking active yin qi in it.

Zhao Ling opened the properties panel and looked at a property page above.

A page that Zhao Ling quietly inquired into and that no one else owned.

Talent!

"Gifted Legion of the Undead."

"Effect: You can contract the undead with the banner, the undead will not die, and the banner owner will not die."

"Negative effects: physical weakness, infirmity, rejection of all non-dead forces."

"Status: Inactive."

"Activation Condition: Transform the Undead, Condense the Banner."

Zhao Ling stretched out his hand and stroked the word talent on the attribute panel.

"Are you the one who made me weak and sick since I was a child?"

Zhao Ling has been in poor health since he was a child, and he almost died suddenly when he was born, and he was accompanied by illness and hospitals when he grew up.

I used to think it was a physical problem, but I didn't expect it to be a physical problem, and it was still a talent.

It's just that I didn't know it before, and I don't have extraordinary power in reality, so although I have talent, I can't reveal it, and I only think it's a disease.

And that is, to enter the game, which is reflected in the game's data panel.

For a while, Zhao Ling had mixed feelings, sighed slightly, and wisps of dead air poured out of his body and entered the inside of the locust tree.

The yin qi of the locust tree was all activated, and with the yin qi raging, the various materials arranged in advance around it bloomed one by one, and the ritual was activated, and a three-dimensional magic circle enveloped Zhao Ling and the locust tree.

If Fang Bai waited here, he would find that this magic circle was actually similar to the mecha master cultivation circle that he had spread.

In fact, this is indeed born from the mecha master's cultivation circle, and it is an improvement from it.

Fang Bai's existence and actions have had a real impact.

Under the action of the magic circle, the yin qi became more and more agitated, and even faintly formed a huge whirlpool, gathering all the high concentration of yin qi inside the cave.

In the realm that ordinary people cannot perceive, the yin qi is whistling.

If there are no transcendent ordinary people entering here, they will immediately be confused by the overly rich yin qi and death, and hallucinate.

In less than three or five minutes, the qi and blood will be infected by the too rich death qi, and the origin will be injured, and you will get seriously ill when you go back, and you will lose your life for decades.

And if you stay a little longer and die here, it won't be long before you ignite the fire of the dead and become a newborn undead.

And in the core area of the ritual, the intensity of the dead qi is still several times, dozens of times.

In this deadly environment for ordinary people, Zhao Ling became more and more comfortable, as if he had returned to the maternal womb that gave birth to him, naturally, comfortably, and thriving.

Zhao Ling and the locust tree swallowed the gathered dead qi together, and there was also a huge whirlpool gathering inside the locust tree next to him.

Gradually, all the dead air and essence of the branches on the edge of the locust tree were emptied.

The breeze blows, and the branches turn into powder and disappear, followed by branches, bark, and trunks.

Little by little, unconsciously, the locust tree only has a main trunk about the thickness of a goose egg and about two feet long.

Under the convergence of the already meticulous locust tree, the main trunk is like a flawless natural black jade, and the inside is majestic.

As soon as the flagpole was completed, Zhao Ling withdrew his hand, and the black coffin on his back fell to the ground, automatically slashing upward, and the dead qi that was so thick that it condensed into a mist slowly flowed.

Zhao Ling lay in it, and at this moment, the core of the ritual turned into a black coffin, and the extremely rich death qi in the cave sank into the black coffin in the whirlpool.

suddenly

"Tick!"

The death qi broke through the critical point and liquefied and fell on Zhao Ling's body.

Silently, painlessly, and itchyly, the vitality in the flesh fascia melted, and the flesh disappeared.

In the end, only the bones are soaked in liquid dead air, and the last life is removed.

At this moment, Zhao Ling's aura weakened to the extreme, and even disappeared, and then accumulated little by little, little by little, little by little.

However, there is no longer half of the vitality that belongs to the living soul in the breath, only the death breath!

At the same time, wisps of dead air and soul power fused together to form a half-virtual and half-solid silk thread.

The silk threads converge and pass through the flagpole of the locust tree, and finally extend from the upper part, turning into threads that fly and shuttle in the air, turning into cloth.

As time slowly passed, a flag grinned in the dead air.

At the top of the flagpole, a spearhead like black jade swallowed a trace of sharp weapons, and inside the black coffin, Zhao Ling was undergoing the final transformation.

Burst!

A dark green flame slowly beat in the skull, and Zhao Ling's jerky activity clicked

"My lord, it's just ahead!"

Old Rose said flatteringly, but suddenly they felt a gust of wind and a faint chill on their backs.

The little wolf king, who has the keenest perception, faintly feels that something is wrong.

It seems that the boundary between yin and yang has crossed here, and it has come to the area of the necromancy.

As you move forward, this feeling becomes more and more pronounced.

At this time, the little wolf king suddenly noticed that an elemental fluctuation erupted from the depths of the cave.

"What fluctuation of the ritual field?"

The little wolf king's face suddenly changed, and he rushed over in the direction from which the elemental fluctuations came, and there was a faint wolf howl around him as he went.

The little wolf king's sudden advance made the two of them a little puzzled, but they still subconsciously followed.

But at this time, old Rose stumbled on something, and when he looked down, it was a skeleton.

There must have been a lot of dead people in this cave, and there were skeletons everywhere, which made the cave a little gloomy.

Old Rose had a faint foreboding in his heart, and he paused.

But after a pause, he gritted his teeth and followed.

Not long after he left, the dead air on the skeleton swirled and converged, and wisps of green light circulated on the bones, and finally converged in the skull.

Burst!

A faint green flame danced slowly, reflecting the skeleton's skeleton, with a faint metallic sheen on it.

The internal structure of the cave is complex, the cave is covered with a cave, and after dozens of bends, the little wolf king finally came to the position where the elemental fluctuations were the strongest.

In front, a flag was erected in the middle of a pit, and the flag was windless and automatic.

Next to the flag, a black coffin sits on the ground, with some miscellaneous items and some clothes next to it.

As soon as the little wolf king looked at those clothes, he recognized that this was the player he had chased before.

And in the pile of debris, the little wolf king instantly stared at one of the broken rusty knives.

However, there are some strange situations that make the little wolf king a little afraid to act rashly.

Behind them, Old Ross and the two arrived, and when they saw the ritualistic field, flags, and black coffins in operation, coupled with the feeling of coldness, their scalps suddenly tingled slightly.

And this instant

"Click, click"

(End of chapter)