Chapter 340 Human Skin Drum

The zombie king is in a bad situation, but Yang Ling sitting cross-legged on the ground is a blessing in disguise!

Through the witchcraft of the poisonous witch branch, he refined the black energy in his body bit by bit, and in turn absorbed the zombie king's vitality through the black energy shrouded outside his body.

There are many guards outside the underground tomb, including large groups of high-level ghost snakes, underground lords covered in flames, and countless three-headed hell dogs...

If the Scorpion King Imote is a strong man, then the Zombie King is the strongest among the strong. His magic power is surging and his vitality is extremely strong!

After absorbing the strong vitality of the Zombie King, Yang Ling felt that his witchcraft and spiritual power increased sharply, and the pores all over his body expanded one by one, feeling as if he had taken a sip of sweet fairy spring.

ah.....

After a sharp loss of vitality, the Zombie King, who had just been arrogant, had his limbs sore and weak, fell to the ground and rolled around, screaming loudly, and the black energy in his body quickly and uncontrollably emitted.

Every time a trace of black energy emitted, he lost a bit of vitality. Soon, his skin collapsed like a deflated balloon, his muscles atrophied extremely, and he lay on the ground as dry as a mummy. At the same time, Stone Forest Magic

There are fewer and fewer zombies emerging from the array.

"This..., what is going on?" After rushing over, looking at this weird scene in front of him, the Black Dragon King, who was about to slap Zombie King Hatings to death, was stunned. The Flying Dragon King Thrace

The Witch Guards such as Zi Shu Bing Bing are no exception.

"Block the zombies that are coming, don't alert the adults, hurry up!" After killing a group of zombies with the corpse explosion spell, the Corpse Witch King ordered in a deep voice.

Although he didn't understand what was going on for a while, the fluctuations in Yang Ling's life became stronger and stronger, and the black energy covering his body became weaker and weaker; on the contrary, the fluctuations in the Zombie King's life became stronger and stronger.

weak.

Obviously, not only was Yang Ling's life not in danger, he also had the upper hand!

"Tear these monsters into pieces, go ahead!"

"Kill, tear off their heads!"

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Under the demonstration of the Corpse Witch King, everyone turned around and pounced on the dense zombies, venting their anger on them. Although the zombies that rushed towards them were as dense as a tide, they could not break through everyone's defense circle no matter what, even with all their strength, they could not

Rush in and save the dying zombie king.

After struggling for a while, the dry zombie king was dying and lying motionless on the ground. No more zombies emerged from the stone forest magic circle, and the black air that enveloped Yang Ling became weaker and weaker. Between the five witch guards and the zombie king,

Under the massacre, although the number of zombies in the restricted area is still huge, every time they die, there will be one less one, and the number is getting smaller and smaller.

After refining the last trace of black energy, Yang Ling took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at the dying zombie king not far away, smiling coldly.

If God wants to make him die, he must first make him crazy!

The life entanglement spell is extremely powerful, but the cost is also extremely staggering, requiring a lot of mental energy. If the Zombie King casts it once and then stops, maybe he will really die in his hands.

It's a pity that this guy went too far and even tried to catch the Corpse Witch King, Black Dragon King and others in one fell swoop. Regardless of the little mental power left in his body, he forced to cast the life entanglement spell again. As a result, not only did he provide himself with the time and opportunity to refine the black energy,

He also lost control of the black energy in his body and was taken advantage of by himself.

After summoning a dead wood warrior to drag the dying zombie king over, Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then silently recited the witchcraft, pressed his right hand on his forehead, and performed a high-level soul refining technique.

Don’t stop doing it!

Since he unintentionally absorbed the Zombie King's huge vitality, Yang Ling doesn't mind refining his soul. After reaching the intermediate level of witchcraft, he can resurrect the Vandals who have been frozen for thousands of years through spiritualism, and he can also easily refine his enemies.

's soul.

Refining his essence and seizing his soul!

As a wizard who practices soul witchcraft, his understanding of soul refining became deeper and deeper, and soon he successfully refined the soul of the Zombie King. Not only did his mental power improve by leaps and bounds, he also successfully obtained his memory. Sure enough, the Zombie King

The black energy emitted is not corpse poison, but an extremely concentrated death energy.

In the underground mausoleum, there is death everywhere, and some places are filled with the death energy that would make ordinary people fly away after just one breath. For ordinary people, those places are more terrifying than hell, but for the zombie king who practices black magic, it is rare.

The Holy Land of Cultivation.

After thousands of years, he absorbed the majestic death energy. After extreme compression, every trace of black energy contained majestic energy. After being emitted, it can absorb the enemy's life energy and even corrode the enemy's soul. It is powerful.

Incomparable.

After the death energy is refined, will it still have such powerful power?

After the death energy was refined, it was integrated into the black and white witchcraft power. In confusion, Yang Ling condensed an ice arrow out of thin air and added a trace of witchcraft power into it.

In an instant, the ice arrow trembled as if it were alive. After shooting out with a "whoosh", it killed more than a dozen zombies before disappearing. Immediately afterwards, wisps of black gas came out of the fallen zombie's forehead, like a gust of wind.

The same thing penetrated through Yang Ling's forehead.

Consume a trace of witchcraft and spiritual power in exchange for a ray of soul?

After refining the black energy that penetrated and feeling that the soul energy was significantly enhanced, Yang Ling was overjoyed. Unexpectedly, he was a blessing in disguise and realized a powerful superpower. Compared with the Zombie King, his mutated life entanglement spell was more powerful.

Not to mention, at least the attack range is much larger.

"Hey, use mental power as a guide and witchcraft as the basis to harvest the enemy's soul. From now on, if you do something wrong, it will be called a soul-slaying arrow!" Use your mental power to lock a few strong zombies and shoot a few ice arrows to kill them.

After hitting their heads one by one and absorbing their souls, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.

A hundred steps pierce the Yang, ten arrows in a row!

After initially understanding the use of the soul-slaying arrows, he decided to attack the zombies that were surrounding them. As the sharp soul-slaying arrows whizzed past, the zombies wearing heavy armor fell down row after row without exception.

, all shot to the head with one arrow.

Archer?

Looking at Yang Ling who suddenly displayed his power and the ice arrows appearing out of thin air in his hand, the Black Dragon King, Imote and others were filled with admiration.

"Tsk tsk, when did you become a master archer? Why didn't I know?"

"Hey, what's the point of being a sharp archer? Archers like you who can harvest souls are scary!"

.....

After discovering that Yang Ling not only pierced Yang with a hundred steps, but also used soul-slaying arrows to continuously harvest the souls of zombies, people were full of praise after the accident. Especially the Scorpion King Imote, his mouth was watering with envy.

His scorpion can also harvest the enemy's soul. Unfortunately, he has to go through all the trouble to crawl over and bite the enemy's vital part. When encountering a guy like Zombie King Hartings who is extremely poisonous, he often has no way to kill him.

Compared with Yang Ling's spirit-slaying arrow with an attack range of dozens of steps, the difference is as far as heaven and earth!

Under the joint killing of everyone, there were fewer and fewer zombies in the restricted area. Corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into rivers. However, no one noticed that after absorbing a large amount of blood, vague patterns appeared in the stone forest magic array;

No one noticed that there was a vague energy fluctuation in the air.

When the last zombie fell, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound from the underground mausoleum, a deep and powerful sound, like two huge rocks slamming together, or like the sound of drums coming from an ancient battlefield.

Ouch...

With the sound of a series of drums, everyone felt hot and hot all over, as if they had been attacked by some invisible attack. At the same time, the roars of countless monsters came from the vast forest sea, the sound was loud, getting closer and closer, like a monster in the forest.

Attracted by the sound of drums, all the monsters came rushing over.

"No, human skin drum, this is the sound of a human skin drum!" After listening attentively for a moment, the Scorpion King Imote shouted loudly, remembering a legend that has been circulating for many years.

In the Theban Empire, every time a pharaoh died, his successor would slaughter thousands of murderous desperadoes or murderous prisoners of war. Their scalps would be used to make drums, and their skulls would be used to make drums.

Hammer, buried with the dead Pharaoh. When the human skin drum next to the Pharaoh sounds, the dead Pharaoh will be resurrected.

Crunch.....

As if to verify the legend told by Imote, the stone forest magic array made an overwhelmed sound, and then the entire magic array collapsed, revealing an unfathomable cave. After a gust of dark wind, a cry like a baby was heard.

The strange scream reaches everyone's soul.

Boom, boom, boom...

Enticed by the sound of drums, demonic beasts rushed over one after another, roaring loudly, their eyes red with bloodlust, and circled around the restriction. There were pythons more than ten meters tall, groups of wind wolves, and violent earth storms.

Bears... are becoming more and more numerous.

Look at the sudden appearance of unfathomable caves, look at more and more monsters, and listen to the soul-stirring sound of human skin drums. People's faces are solemn and their hearts are getting heavier and heavier.

At the same time, thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away, strong men who had meditated for many years opened their eyes in shock. They looked at the direction of the underground tomb and pondered for a moment before taking action.

There is a huge mountain towering into the clouds in the Bantu Empire. It was originally called Tunguska Mountain. But since the Vulcan God built a castle on the top of the mountain and meditated inside, people renamed the mountain Vulcan Mountain. The entire Vulcan Mountain is dotted with various

All kinds of magic circles are strictly prohibited for outsiders to enter or exit.

"The sound of the human skin drum sounds, and the tomb is opened. Fa'en, please follow the elders of the clan!" As soon as the sound of the human skin drum came from the underground mausoleum, an old man covered in flames woke up, and his soul sent a message to

Fan, the great elder of the mercenary guild, is thousands of miles away.

"Yes, thank you, instructor!"

After receiving the message from Vulcan's soul, Fawn, who was holding a chicken leg and a glass of rum, was shocked. He wiped his greasy hands on his sleeves and left quickly, disappearing in front of the tavern owner in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!