Chapter 362 Fire Spirit

The blood essence, witchcraft power and spiritual power required to tame the dead knight leader Wen Erink were beyond Yang Ling's surprise. However, with the assistance of the Great Wu Tai and the blessing of the Great Witch Seal, he was able to tame him smoothly without any danger. Like Harvest

After receiving him into the witch tower space like a monster, an unexpected scene happened!

Under the thick white mist emitted by the Wu Tower, Wen Erink's rotten muscles quickly regenerated, and his hair, nails, muscles..., and even his teeth grew back. The fighting spirit in his body, his life

Energy and death energy blended together perfectly, forming a gray energy.

"Sir, thank you for your great kindness!"

Looking at his new body and touching his strong muscles, Wen Erink woke up and was so excited that tears filled his frame. He kneeled respectfully in front of Yang Ling while talking. For thousands of years, he has always dreamed of getting rid of human beings and ghosts.

His heart was bleeding when he saw that there were only two pale bones left in his hands that had been broken by tigers and leopards in the past. If the phantom cloak hadn't given him a glimmer of hope, he would have given himself a chance.

Once and for all.

"Wen Er Yin Ke, this is the inheritance of the shadow witch, understand it well." Yang Ling silently recited the witchcraft, gently pressed his finger on Wen Er Yinke's eyebrows, and taught him the shadow witch's training formula.

In an instant, Wen Erink felt a mysterious memory imprinted in his mind. After browsing for a while, he immediately understood how powerful the so-called shadow witch was. Surprised, he knelt down respectfully again. From the inheritance of the soul wizard,

It allowed him to touch a trace of the most original energy between heaven and earth, and he instinctively felt that this memory would bring him unimaginable benefits.

"Wen Er Yin Ke, the shadow witch is the king who walks in the darkness. I hope you will not disappoint me!" Looking at Wen Er Yin Ke who was kneeling respectfully in front of him, Yang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace.

Compared with Wuwu, Poison Witch and Weapon Witch, Shadow Witch's attacks are the weirdest and sharpest. In ancient times, a soul wizard could have no Wuwu or Weapon Witch by his side, but Shadow Witch would definitely

Indispensable. A powerful shadow wizard can make enemies, whether overt or covert, have more scruples, and can bring more security and benefits to the tribe.

Due to the mark deep in his soul, Wen Eryinke cannot and cannot rebel against a great soul witch. In this regard, Yang Ling has no worries. The only worry is that the advancement of shadow witches is more difficult than that of Wuwu and Poison witches.

In addition to hard training, it also requires enlightenment.

Wenrink is powerful, and his starting point is much higher than that of Ramos who practices shamanism, but some inertia in his thinking may actually become an obstacle to his practice. Can he become a powerful shadow witch? Can he be the only one beside him?

The strong one has to look at himself.

After taming the great commander Wen Er Yin Ke, many problems were naturally solved! Under Wen Er Yin Ke's command, the tide of densely packed soul knights quickly left. After thousands of years, the Scorpion King Imote finally had the opportunity to step into the world.

The famous Folzes Castle.

Although Forzes Castle has been in disrepair and is dilapidated, it is very large in area and has a training ground and a general point platform. The magnificent square, the murderous dead knights, and the uniform movements can vaguely show the strength of this team back then.

powerful.

"There are more than 20,000 dead knights in the Forzes Castle. They are all the elites of our Storm Legion. If you need it, I can also call all the dead knights outside the mausoleum!" Looking down at the silent military formation.

, Wenrink puffed up his chest proudly.

At that time, he relied on more than 20,000 elite Storm Legion soldiers to fight in the north and south of the Thebes Empire. He made great military exploits and became the youngest general in the history of the Thebes Empire. However, it was precisely because of his great achievements that he shocked the master.

Under the instigation of a villain, he was poisoned by the Pharaoh and became an undead with rotting muscles.

"Okay, very good!" Looking at the many undead knights in the square, Yang Ling nodded appreciatively, "Wen Erink, lead your team to find Elder Rodriguez before the Holy See enters the lower level of the underground mausoleum.

Before that, entertain them well!"

There are more than 20,000 undead knights, plus the zombies and mummies summoned by the Corpse Witch King along the way, and the lineup is already extremely large. Yang Ling believes that as long as Wen Erink and the Corpse Witch King join forces to attack, the Holy See will not be injured this time.

At least a few layers of skin have to be shed.

"Yes, I understand!" After stroking his chest respectfully and saluting, Wen Erink straightened up a heavy black iron spear, and under the guidance of the Flying Dragon King Thrace, he led more than 20,000 elite cavalry and roared away.

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Watching Wen Erink and his entourage quickly go away, the Black Dragon King shook his head in confusion and said in a deep voice: "Sir, why don't you send an army of Warcraft together to kill those arrogant guys in the Holy See?"

"Yes, if we go together, even if we can't annihilate the Holy See's entire army, we can at least increase their losses. Why not attack with the entire army?" Immet couldn't figure it out either.

"Hmph, you have overestimated the strength of the Holy See! Even if all the accompanying guardian knights and magicians die, leaving only a dozen Templars, their strength is not something that ordinary people can deal with!" Look!

Looking at the confused Black Dragon King and Imote, Yang Ling shook his head, pondered for a moment and then said: "The guys from the Holy See must be killed, but now is not the time for us to take action head-on!"

Although he had tricked the Holy See a few times, Yang Ling was not so excited that he did not know the importance of it. The Holy See was powerful and had a large number of people. It was tantamount to wishful thinking to rely on ordinary undead to kill all the powerful Templar Knights and Templar Mages.

talk.

The death of a few groups of protective knights and magicians is nothing to the Holy See. Only by looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow and leaving all the other holy churches behind can it be possible to deal a heavy blow to the arrogant Holy See.

It would be foolish to take action personally before you are sufficiently sure. Yang Ling does not want to expose his plan and strength in advance.

After all, in addition to the Holy See, there are also powerful forces such as the Dark Association and the Golden Lion Family in the underground mausoleum. In this dangerous and unpredictable underground mausoleum, strength itself is the most important. Without strength, you will only become in the eyes of others.

A fat sheep. No one can guarantee that after retreating in strength and facing enough benefits, big forces such as the Dark Association and the Golden Lion Family will not have any other ideas about their group.

After taking out the large witchcraft platform and placing it on the square, Yang Ling teleported up and sat down cross-legged, slowly recovering the consumed witchcraft and spiritual power, and recovering the soul damaged by the forced soul sacrifice witchcraft. The underground mausoleum is dangerous and unpredictable, with traps everywhere.

Breaking in before your strength has been restored is definitely seeking death!

Unlike on the ground, there is no spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth in the underground mausoleum, no green life energy, and no vast star energy, only clusters of cold death energy. At first, Yang Ling thought that he could not absorb it.

It will be extremely difficult to recover from injuries caused by external energy; unexpectedly, under the silent recitation of the witchcraft, the body automatically absorbs the ubiquitous death energy and perfectly integrates it with the witchcraft power in the body.

Could it be that this is the benefit brought by the original energy of the undead plane?

Thinking of the gray original energy of the undead plane that he had absorbed, Yang Ling's heart moved and he summoned the horned soul snake from the witch tower space. The little guy originally had only one phantom body left, but after absorbing a large amount of energy, it grew again.

Body. I haven’t seen it for a while. Its body is more solid and its shape has not changed much, but the energy contained in its body is getting stronger and stronger.

hiss.....

After feeling the death energy surging in the air, the Horned Soul Snake hissed excitedly and devoured the death energy around Yang Ling. It absorbed the death energy faster than Yang Ling. Slowly, mysterious things appeared on the surface of the body.

runes, the skin bulged little by little, and began to shed its skin again. According to its memory, after experiencing seven or forty-nine sheds, it can truly condense its body and advance to the next form of the Horned Soul Snake.

Great improvement in strength.

"Emote, you will take care of it from now on!" After throwing the coiled horned soul snake to the Scorpion King Imote aside, Yang Ling concentrated on absorbing the ubiquitous death energy and quickly regained his strength.

After absorbing a large amount of death energy, under the action of the body refining witchcraft, the muscles and bones of the whole body were further strengthened. If Yang Ling used his spiritual consciousness to look carefully, he would find that the bones all over the body are getting finer and finer, and the explosive power of the body is getting stronger and stronger.

, the toughness is getting higher and higher.

Slowly, after an unknown amount of time, his body emitted a vague energy wave. Within the envelope, several wandering undead were struggling, as if they were restrained by something.

Field of strength?

In the dark, Yang Ling felt as if he had accidentally pierced a thin layer of paper, and he felt a little more enlightened.

A true master does not look at the depth of witchcraft or magic power in his body, but at his control and grasp of his own power. Just like the Black Dragon King, after instantly comprehending the Dragon Realm, his magic power did not increase much, but for

But his understanding of the law of power has taken a big step forward, and his strength is completely different.

Woo...

Just when Yang Ling was about to further understand the law of power, suddenly, a familiar wave of energy came from the distance. The mermaid Evelin crushed the witch talisman and sent a signal for help. Immediately afterwards, Wen Erink rushed in like lightning.

From a distance in the valley, he shouted loudly: "Sir, no, something bad has happened. The remaining soldiers of the Holy See broke into the mausoleum on the next floor and attracted a large group of fire elves!"

Fire elf?

Looking at the panicked Wen Erink, and then at the Corpse Witch King with a gloomy face following closely behind him, Yang Ling looked calm on the surface, but his heart couldn't help but sink. What kind of demon could make the mermaid Evelin
Chapter completed!