Chapter 312 Soul Calling

Looking at the lifelike hundreds of tribesmen frozen into ice sculptures, and remembering the tribe's thousands of years of legacy, Margaret burst into tears.

In order to protect Wusha Island, she did not hesitate to become the famous red-haired pirate; for the tribe's long-cherished wish for thousands of years, she alone withstood pressure from all aspects and silently waited for a miracle to appear!

Over the years, thinking about the task that could almost never be completed, she had thought of committing suicide many times. As long as she jumped into the sea, everything would be over!

However, with the arrival of the mysterious man Yang Ling, a miracle finally occurred!

Looking at the lifelike tribesmen, touching the cold ice sculptures, and remembering the elder's instructions before her death, she was so excited that tears filled her frame.

"Sir, please help Margaret, help our Vandal tribe!" After walking around many ice sculptures for a few times, the female leader Margaret kneeled deeply in front of Yang Ling, "As long as we can resurrect the tribe,

, the Vandal tribe will always follow in your footsteps, and Margaret is willing to pay any price!"

"Margaret, it's not that I don't help, but these ice cubes are too hard!" Yang Ling reached out to help her, but when she saw that Margaret was kneeling on the ground and couldn't get up, Yang Ling shook her head.

After practicing to the intermediate level of witches, they are fully capable of summoning the souls of these people, but the prerequisite is that the ice outside their bodies must be melted first. Unfortunately, according to the memory of Bingbing, the purple rat, except for the rare sky fire, there is almost no way to melt these biting ice.

Ice cubes. The Corpse Witch King can't do anything, not even the Purple Rat Bingbing itself can do anything.

Just like a poison, even the initiator of the poison has no antidote. It is not easy for ordinary people to detoxify!

Seeing that Yang Ling and the Corpse Witch King had no choice, Margaret felt dejected. After thinking for a long time, she finally came to the depths of the mine. Unexpectedly, the tribesmen were right in front of her, but there was no way to melt the ice outside their bodies.

Bring them back to life.

After gritting her teeth, she moved both swords together and struck an ice sculpture hard. As a result, the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, but not a trace was left on the solid ice!

After being unwilling to chop at it for a while, she looked at the intact ice sculpture and was completely disappointed. The lifelike tribesmen were standing in front of her, but the distance between them was so far away that they seemed to be in two different planes.

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Since Wu Dan can convert external energy into witch power, can it absorb the ice energy on the ice sculpture and slowly melt away the so-called thousand-year-old black ice?

Looking at the dejected Margaret, touching the bitingly cold and extremely hard ice sculpture, Yang Ling thought of a way. After pondering for a moment, he ordered the Corpse Witch King to protect him, and then sat down cross-legged next to an ice sculpture, pushing it with both hands.

, clinging tightly to the cold ice sculpture.

After silently reciting the witchcraft, the witchcraft drum produced a huge witchcraft power. It flowed out from the left hand, passed through the ice sculpture, and then flowed back from the right hand, rotating according to a mysterious trajectory. Every time it rotated, it brought back a trace of coldness.

The feeling is either integrated into the muscles and bones under the action of the body refining witchcraft, or it is absorbed by the vomiting witchcraft pills.

In the past, when absorbing the aura of heaven and earth or the energy of the stars, under the action of the body refining witchcraft, the muscles kept opening and contracting; but the energy from the ice sculpture was different. Wherever it passed, the muscles and bones did not stretch, but became horny.

Generally becoming more and more solid.

If Yang Ling opened his eyes, he would find that a layer of ice scum instantly formed on his skin. The extremely hard ice sculpture had unknowingly shrunk a little, emitting wisps of cold air.

"Sir, this..."

Seeing Yang Ling closing her eyes and sitting motionless on the ground, the female leader Margaret looked at the Corpse Witch King beside her with confusion. She knew that fire magic could melt ice, and she knew that sharp weapons could also cut through ice.

However, I have never heard that Yang Ling can melt ice like this.

"Shh, keep your voice down!" After vaguely understanding what Yang Ling meant, the Corpse Witch King signaled Margaret to step back quietly so as not to accidentally disturb Yang Ling.

Margaret did not notice the strange changes in the ice sculpture, but he was different. His strong mental power immediately discovered the subtle changes in the ice sculpture. Although Yang Ling was slow at this speed, there was no doubt that as long as he persisted, the hard ice would

It turned into wisps of cold air, getting smaller and smaller.

Following the gaze of the Corpse Witch King, Margaret soon discovered the faint cold air emanating from the ice sculpture, and noticed that the ice sculpture was shrinking little by little. Overjoyed, she and the Corpse Witch King stood quietly

aside.

After an unknown period of time, Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes after feeling that he could no longer absorb the cold air. He saw that the extremely hard ice had disappeared, and a tall man over two meters tall, holding a javelin, had stiff limbs.

Standing in front of yourself.

"Sir, why...why haven't the clansmen woke up yet?" Seeing the burly man standing motionless and expressionless, Margaret was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"He has been frozen for too long. He needs to awaken his consciousness so that your people can wake up!" Looking at the motionless big man, Yang Ling thought for a moment and guessed the reason.

According to Zi Shu Bingbing's memory, the cold air it sprays can not only freeze people into ice sculptures in an instant, but can also trap the enemy's consciousness. Perhaps only by awakening the burly man's consciousness can he be resurrected.

"Rodriguez, no one is allowed to come near without my order!"

After making up his mind and preparing to use spiritualism to awaken the burly man, Yang Ling commanded high-level monsters such as Purple Rat Bingbing, Flying Dragon King Thrace and Black Dragon King to provide personal protection, leaving the Corpse Witch King to be responsible for the peripheral defense. After all, this was his first time.

No one can guarantee whether any accident will happen once spiritualism is performed.

"Don't worry, sir!"

Looking at Margaret next to him, the Corpse Witch King remained calm and instantly expanded the realm of inner demons, shrouding the scene. As long as there was any change in the female leader, or if any monster suddenly rushed in, he was sure to rely on his powerful

Mental magic can instantly make the other party dizzy and even turn him into a lunatic.

After swallowing more than a dozen blood beads of monsters to replenish the consumed mental power and thus the witchcraft power, Yang Ling silently recited the witchcraft, performed mysterious spiritualism, and kept changing the hand seals with his hands.

Control the soul of all things in the world and touch the original power between heaven and earth!

According to the obelisk's explanation, spiritualism is actually a skill that can be achieved after practicing soul refining to a high level. As long as the soul does not disperse and the body does not rot, the soul refining can be reversed, the soul of the deceased can be recalled, and the soul can be resurrected.

Legend has it that when spiritualism is practiced to the highest level, even if the corpse of the deceased has long since rotted or disappeared, as long as a trace of the remnant soul is recalled, the body of another person can be resurrected.

Under the influence of spiritualism, Yang Ling easily separated out a trace of spiritual power, which penetrated into the depths of the big man's mind bit by bit, carefully checking the situation inside his body.

After searching for a long time, he found a pituitary gland-like crystal deep in the big man's mind, with a layer of mist-like cold air outside. Under the influence of spiritualism, the crystal emitted waves of weak fluctuations.

"Refining the soul into the soul, knot!"

According to the obelisk's explanation, Yang Ling quickly took out the mysterious handprints, and huge spiritual power surged out. In an instant, mysterious runes appeared on the body of the sturdy man, shining with silver light, and slowly rotated at a rapid speed.

Getting faster and faster. Every time it rotates, the fluctuations coming out of the crystal become more obvious.

After a dazzling silver light flashed, the mysterious runes on the tall man disappeared. Under the nervous gaze of the three people, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the unfamiliar Yang Ling and the huge Black Dragon King next to him, the sturdy man instinctively felt a threat. He took a few steps back and raised his sharp javelin. Like a hunting lion, he burst out with a strong murderous aura.

Ouch...

Seeing that the burly man had bad intentions, the Black Dragon King spread his wings and took off into the air with a "whoop", circling up and down in mid-air, locking onto each other tightly, while the Flying Dragon King Thrac stood sideways in front of Yang Ling. The Purple Rat Bingbing puffed up his mouth,

Prepare to blow a breath of cold air and freeze the unscrupulous guy into an ice sculpture again.

"Put it down, put down your weapon, quickly!"

Seeing that the war was about to break out, Margaret stepped forward anxiously and shouted to stop the big man. Seeing that the other man was unmoved, her heart moved and she remembered the language of the tribe a long time ago. She gesticulated and stammered in ancient

Speak the tribal language.

Under Margaret's explanation, he looked at the familiar square, the lifelike ice sculptures around him, and the expressions of the tribesmen when the disaster struck. The sturdy man slowly remembered everything. In an instant, he felt as if he had gone back thousands of years.

That freezing night before.

"Sir, please forgive Bart for being rude!"

After explaining clearly, Margaret grabbed the burly man next to her and motioned for him to crawl down with her. Her eyes were red, and she looked longingly at Yang Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, hoping that he could help resurrect the other tribesmen.

Success?

Looking at the tall man who had regained his memory, Margaret was very excited, and the Corpse Witch King beside her was no exception. Back then, before he sacrificed his life to become a corpse witch, he had preserved his daughter's body in a crystal coffin so that it would not decay for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!