At the moment when Toad Wang Chao was playing with a group of martial arts people, Gregs, who was holding the Blue Nightmare, let out two short syllables: "Dol!Io!"

With these two words of unknown meaning but hidden power, the corpse that writhed like a taro worm suddenly made a sound like the leather was torn, and from between the corpse's twisted arms, a white bone claw stretched out, and then tore off the flesh of the arm that wrapped around it like a glove.

Not just one arm, but two bony claws tore off the flesh and skin of the body one by one as if tearing at a tattered coat, revealing the miserable white skeleton inside, and just stood up, kneeling respectfully in front of Gruggs.

This is the skeletal soldier summoning magic that the Necromancers of the Order of Rathma do best, and it is not so much a summoning as a recreation of new undead creatures based on corpse bones.

Even the undead attached to this skeletal soldier are all ancient war spirits that have been re-summoned from the underworld by necromancers, and they are not the same as the souls of the original corpses that lived before their deaths.

But this kind of necromancy is really unsightly, and it's no wonder that most necromancers, no matter what time and plane, and no matter what faction, it is difficult for most necromancers to receive any kind treatment.

With the appearance of the skeleton soldier, Yizhuang, who had been in a lot of turmoil, suddenly quieted down, but Gruggs did not let go of his heart because of this, but fell on the forehead of the skeleton soldier.

A black glimmer flickered between the forehead of what should have been a skeletal skull, trying to drive the Necromantic Magic of the Order of Rathma away from the skeletal soldier and regain control of the undead.

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Of course, what happened in Yizhuang should not be known to people who are immersed in the joy of worshipping the gods.

Not to mention anything else, just a foreigner running around the street with a skeleton is appalling enough.

And as the key person who led the Northern Emperor's expedition, Wei Ye's identity was also destined to make him unable to leave the team to welcome the gods, giving wrong hints to some well-intentioned people.

In the end, the only way to do this is for a brief call and information exchange between the Immortal Warlock and the Necromancer through the Adventurer's Communication Channel:

"Undead plague? Wait a minute, when it comes to the undead plague, shouldn't it be a product of a specific plane like Raccoon City or Azeroth?"

"Sir, may I remind you that the undead are themselves a source of supernatural infection. Not only are the more well-known undead infectious diseases such as the Loss Virus and the Undead Plague, but many types of undead creatures have similar transformation abilities. ”

Wei Ye's face remained unchanged, still looking straight ahead, but he muttered for a moment in the adventurer's communication channel: "You mean the vampire's first embrace ceremony?"

"Vampires are representative of this type of undead, but in addition to the higher undead such as vampires, many lower undead also have similar supernatural powers. ”

"Here's an example. ”

"In some villages in Romania, there have been undead creatures called 'chewers' who, after being buried, curse their people by devouring their shrouds and shrouds, causing the living to die within weeks of diseases of unknown pathology. And everyone who dies will become the same Chewer, and cast a new curse on their own family, until all the people in this family become Chewers completely. ”

"It sounds more like the locals' fear of contagion and shifts the fear to the dead. ”

"Sir!"

"Okay, okay, I know, the behavior pattern of the undead dragging the living is very common in all civilizations, is there any other information besides this?"

"Negative energy that is overactive, and negative energy that does not belong to this plane. The dead infected by this power will transform into undead creatures with supernatural powers such as ghouls, and the surrounding corpses will be transformed into undead creatures, and the creatures killed by these monsters will also be transformed into undead creatures, even without the slightest intervention of external forces. From that point of view—"

"This is a real plague of the undead. ”

Immortal Shu muttered, then raised his hand, and with his movements, the Dao soldiers on both wings stopped.

The squires who walked behind the Beidi shrine were still puzzled, and they all came forward to ask what was going on, and the immortal warlock glanced at these old men wearing silver hats, but showed a kind smile on their faces: "It's nothing, it's just that the temples such as the Longwang Temple in Zhenjiang in front of Tuqipu are not open enough, how can they act as the ancestor of the Northern Emperor?"

Listening to Wei Ye say this, someone had already passed the words to the temple of the Zhenjiang Dragon King Temple in front of the team, and when the temple Zhu heard this, his legs suddenly became weak, and the Zhenjiang Dragon King shrine he was carrying was crooked all of a sudden, and the wood carving Dragon King on it also fell crooked on the street.

This time, everyone was so panicked that they were helping people again, and they asked the dragon king to sit down again, and they were in a hurry.

This temple Zhu is also in his forties, no matter how you look at it, he is not a shrewd person, but he wiped his tears and complained: "Every year when Grandpa Beidi goes out on patrol, which temple he chooses to go to, there are rules and regulations, and our Zhenjiang Longwang Temple has not lost money in order to fight for this dignity, why don't you go if you don't go this time?"

Behind these temples in Foshan, there are also a few squires who are big donors, and there are also squires who have a little friendship with the temple Zhu to accompany him carefully: "Zhenjiang Longwang Temple is certainly smaller, but this year's Beidi Grandpa went out to patrol the Tuqi Pave, which was agreed by us the old people in the township in the Dakui Hall, and also threw a basket in front of the Beidi Grandpa God to ask the gods, and the real person only vetoed this proposal at this time, I'm afraid it is ......."

Wei Ye listened to the soft nails in the words of these squires, and did not expose them, but just smiled: "Since you old gentlemen said that this arrangement has been agreed by the Northern Emperor Patriarch, then why should Wei bother to rap? ”

Seeing that Wei Ye had softened, these squires refused to say much to annoy him, so everyone smiled and went back to the team.

The group of men carrying the portable shrine shouted another number, and they were about to carry the Beidi portable shrine to step.

However, this time, no matter how hard these iron-clad men worked, the Beidi Shrine remained in place heavily, not moving at all!

Only Li Daxiong, who was ridden by Wei Ye, could see clearly, and after Wei Ye shouted to stop the procession to welcome the gods, he secretly pulled a sword trick and drew two mixed yuan ruyi magic pots towards the statue of the Northern Emperor Palace and the portable shrine.

Under the urging of the mixed yuan ruyi method, this statue of the Northern Emperor Palace weighed several times in the blink of an eye, and even the weight of the mahogany shrine suddenly sank.

The squires in the back looked wrong, and they were also anxious, and hurriedly shouted: "The strength to carry the portable shrine is empty, and I can't use the strength, and there is no one to help him?"

As these squires shouted, without others stepping forward, the family members of each family rushed up, carrying and carrying them, and surrounded the Beidi shrine.

However, they carried the sedan chair hard here, and Wei Ye sat on Li Daxiong's back, just urging the mixed yuan Ruyi method again and again, and suddenly added a lot of weight.

I saw that these people were all red, but they were like dragonflies shaking trees, and the portable shrine was not moving.

There were old squires who looked at Wei Ye, who was where the old god was, and glanced at each other, and they all felt that there was no such thing as the handwriting of this master of the Daohai Sect.

Helplessly, this group of squires had to choose an old squire, who is usually the best to speak, and the old master Gu stepped forward together, bowed to Wei Ye and said: "Immortal Master Wei, the portable shrine suddenly does not move, it must be some instructions from Grandpa Beidi." It's just that we are mortals with the naked eye, and we can't listen to the training, and we really don't know what to do, and we still hope that the immortal master will give a teaching. ”

Wei Ye smiled, just got off the bear's back, and poured incense towards this statue of the Northern Emperor Palace, and then turned his ear to the side, as if he was listening to someone's speech, and then nodded: "I see, it's extreme, it's very."

The squire patiently watched him act, but when they saw that Wei Ye had passed for a long time, they nodded: "In this way, Wei will be ordered by the True Martial Ancestor to be——"

As he spoke, Wei Ye turned around and raised his voice towards everyone: "Everyone, the true martial ancestor has passed on the message, although the previous search for the remnants of the Five Tigers faction has been completed, there are still demons hidden in Foshan Town, and now the patriarch is merciful and instructs the whereabouts of the demons, please go with Wei Mou, and look at this world, what is the restoration of the heavenly net!"

Listening to Wei Ye's fake oracle here, a group of squires and elders were all bored, and secretly said in their hearts: "It's just that you want to kill the Feng family, but you pretend to be a god? ”

Preparing in this way, these squires and elders had no choice but to echo and said: "Since Grandpa Beidi has a will, if I have anything else to say, I will follow Immortal Master Wei to testify." ”

As they spoke, Wei Ye had already introduced the sword trick and scattered two mixed yuan ruyi magic rings. Suddenly, the weight of the Northern Emperor portable shrine returned to normal, and the man who was in the iron line shouted, and then lifted the portable shrine and followed Wei Ye forward.

The people who watched around heard the words "Grandpa Beidi appeared and was ordered to arrest the demon", and they all loved to watch the excitement, and they also followed the portable shrine forward.

On the other side, the necromancer Gruggs and his skeletal soldiers, even the human and skeleton were wrapped in the airtight, and they were also flying in the same direction.

And on the forehead of the skeleton soldier, the reaction of that little negative energy became more and more active than before.

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On the mountain road, all the people from all walks of life who left Foshan Town encountered a bad star blocking the road at the same time.

At the feet of the red-eyed female butcher, there were several masters of Lingnan martial arts, who fell to the ground one by one, and their bodies piled up like mountains.

The voice of a coquettish girl sounded from time to time, softly echoing in the ears of everyone who was still alive: "What, this is the strength of the warriors of this different world? Moreover, it is sad that there is not a single magic chanter in this world!"

With laughter that was out of tune with the one-sided slaughter, the short spike thrust forward, stabbing into his opponent's forehead with unmistakable accuracy, bringing out red blood and white brains.

The ghostly swiftness and incoherence of the body, while harvesting every human life, accurately avoided everyone's desperate counterattack.

It's not so much her fighting instinct as it is showing off her fighting skills that are beyond the imagination of the martial artists present.

Whether it's physical strength or skill, it's like a demon from hell.

In the blink of an eye, the masters on the mountain path fell one after another, except for a few unlucky ghosts who were unlucky, most of them just lost their ability to fight.

For the red-eyed butcheress, these victims are at best victims of a small after-dinner snack, but they are the only thing in this world that can bring her pleasure. Compared to those fragile civilians who couldn't hold her light punches, there was no doubt that these relatively strong warriors deserved her "love......

And on the corpses of those masters who were killed before they survived a single move, a faint and almost imperceptible black qi was emanating from the wounds, gradually infecting the whole body of the corpses.

It's just a small change, and no one cares.

Whether it's the martial arts man of the Death Star, or the red-eyed female butcher who is enjoying the killing feast.

At this moment, a burst of silk and bamboo sounds, with a melodious tone of rewarding the gods, fluttered from the foot of the mountain, and the absolutely inappropriate sense of joy suddenly brought a little incongruity to the hellish scene caused by the red-eyed female butcher.

"Hmmm......"

The red-eyed butcher looked down the hill, but saw only a large scroll in the wind, with square characters she did not recognize, but these were trivial matters to the red-eyed butcher.

As for her, after a long period of inhuman training, in addition to martial arts, she also has a more or less corresponding knowledge reserve in magic. Underneath that big curtain, the aura of the secret method unique to magical equipment was clearly reflected in her eyes.

Even from so far away, she could still smell the sweet smell she had been dreaming of since she had fallen into this otherworld—especially the sweet and luscious smell of the High Magic Chanter after a short stab had been pierced through her throat.

"Is there such a delicious prey in this world?" The red-eyed butcher squinted like a cat, and the red-eyed butcher smirked, pulled out her thorns, and rushed straight down the mountain road.

"I don't know where God, little Clay thank you, thank you for preparing such a good feast for me!"