Chapter 372: Beat up the drowned dog

"For thousands of years, there have been many strong men on the Tyran Continent, and many of them have reached the pinnacle of their fields. But why do we only talk about a few strong men who have reached the divine level?" Brent took a sip and said.

Rumujiu, look at the thoughtful mermaid Evelin, and then look at the confused Yang Ling.

"Legend has it that in order to advance to a god-level powerhouse, you must understand the profound laws. But it is very difficult to understand the laws, which is why there are so few god-level powerhouses!" Although the specific situation is not very clear, Evelin

I had heard some common sense from the high priest of the temple, and I vaguely knew some of the situation.

"It is indeed difficult to understand the laws of each department of magic, but this is only one of the reasons!" Elder Brent paused and continued slowly: "What's more important is that the concentrations of other plane magic elements are far beyond

Tyran Continent. In order to break through the bottleneck, most of the experts who have cultivated to the peak of their domain and even the peak of the holy level have tried their best to go to other planes through space cracks."

"No, if so many people have gone to other planes, then why haven't we heard of anyone coming back for thousands of years?" Yang Ling shook his head in confusion. If so many strong men in history really went to other planes to practice,

There must be a few people who have become gods. Why have I never heard of such news?

"Between planes and planes, there are all terrifying space turbulences. It is difficult to get out and even harder to come back. Not to mention the top experts in the field, even the god-level experts have difficulty finding the target of Tyran Continent accurately in the vast space turbulence.

Location, if you are not careful, you will go to a strange plane and get lost in the space turbulence. You may even be torn into pieces by the violent space turbulence!"

Elder Brent's tone was low. Under his explanation, everyone further learned about many little-known things and understood how terrifying space turbulence is. In addition to strength, luck is also necessary to travel between planes.

few.

Is it even difficult for a god-level powerhouse to accurately locate it?

Yang Ling shook his head. Originally, he was planning to go to the plane of the undead to look for the mysterious Babel Tower after the matter was over. Now it seems that it is obviously not that simple! The ruins of the ancient wizard are very important, but he does not want to go to the plane of the undead.

You won't be able to come back, and you will live with a group of disgusting zombies or skeletons all year round.

"Sir, good news, a group of mercenaries found a passage to the third level in a valley dozens of miles away!" While Yang Ling was thinking about whether there was any good way to pass the turbulent flow in space, the dry Corpse Witch King was excited.

walked in.

"How are the major forces reacting?" The underground mausoleum is dangerous and unpredictable, and Yang Ling is not prepared to rush in and take the lead.

"Hey, except for a few tired mercenaries, no one dares to break in first. It seems that it will take at least a day of rest before the major forces will act together!" The Corpse Witch King smiled coldly and paused.

After a pause, he continued: "However, I have been searching for a long time and I can't find any trace of the remaining guys from the Holy See. I don't know where they are hiding!"

Abandoned the mission and hid?

After the accident, Yang Ling smiled coldly. Originally, he had planned to enter the third floor of the mausoleum and then take advantage of the chaos to take advantage of the chaos, eradicate the roots, kill Brown and several of his guards, and completely annihilate the entire army sent by the Holy See.

.Unexpectedly, that old guy Brown was so cunning and hid like a fox.

The underground mausoleum is shrouded in obscure energy fluctuations, which greatly suppresses the detection range and sensing ability of divine consciousness. If that old guy Brown quietly hides in a remote corner alone, it will be really difficult to find him; unfortunately, he will not

You should never take Templar Odumbra with you.

The soul fluctuations emitted by the brand deep in the soul of the puppet, even if there is only a hint of it, cannot be concealed from Yang Ling, a soul witch who has advanced to a high-level witch.

That old guy Brown was very cunning, very cunning. He led a few of his bodyguards to disguise themselves as mercenaries and hid in a remote valley outside the mausoleum. Unfortunately, fate is not as good as fate, and Odumbula next to him was exposed.

his position.

"Elder Brent, Miss Evelin, please sit down for a while. I'll go for a walk and I'll be back soon!" After finding the whereabouts of Brown and his party through Odumbula's soul fluctuations, Yang Ling smiled lightly and said:

The Corpse Witch King, Wenrinke and others strode away.

"Sir, do you want to ask Lord Brent to go with you?" Immet suggested in a low voice. After experiencing the power of the Templar, he was the most cautious.

"Hey, don't worry, that old guy Brown can't run away. Don't bother Mr. Brent with such a small matter!" Thinking about the secret weapon in his hand, Yang Ling smiled mysteriously, "Rodriguez, Wen Eryin

Ke, summon your undead army to surround the small valley!"

"Sir, what do you mean..." Sensing a hint of conspiracy, the Corpse Witch King was more enthusiastic than anyone else.

"Mr. Brown, the elder of the Holy See, died in order to purify a group of undead. At this point, the Holy See army that entered the underground tomb was unfortunately wiped out." Looking at the excited Corpse Witch King, Yang Ling shook his head and told him the location of Brown and his party.

Then he said calmly: "Rodriguez, I believe there is no need to say more about what to do next!"

"Quack, quack, understand!" After understanding what Yang Ling meant, the Corpse Witch King quacked with laughter, and asked Wen Eryinke to take out the human skin mask and put it on, and left quickly with the wind acceleration magic.

Seeing the Corpse Witch King and Wen Erink disappear into the darkness, Yang Ling smiled coldly and led the Black Dragon King, Imote and others to pay a visit to Elder Cruyff, Elder Fawn and others. They walked around the basin lined with stone monuments.

After the circle, they headed to the small valley where Brown and his party were.

After returning to the outskirts of the mausoleum, the Corpse Witch King and Wenrink were at ease, commanding a large group of zombies, mummies and ghost knights to attack Brown and his party, beating up the lost dogs. Thinking of the arrogance of the Holy See in the past, and looking at their lost appearance now, the Corpse Witch King was so excited

They laughed loudly from time to time. By the time Yang Ling and the five witch guards arrived, the battle had already come to an end.

As an elder of the temple, Brown is very powerful. Large-scale magics such as 'Thunder and Lightning Storm' and 'Fire Burning Sky' are thrown out one after another, with astonishing lethality. No undead souls died in his hands.

One thousand is also nine hundred.

It's a pity that no matter how deep the magic power is, there will always be a moment when it is exhausted. Facing the dense army of the undead like a tidal wave, and facing the corpse witch king who occasionally attacks the potential undead army with super close range spiritual attacks, he can't get out even if he fights to the death.

A tight siege. The guards around him fell one by one. In the end, only the Templar Captain Odumbula and him were left.

"Yang Ling?" Looking at Yang Ling who appeared at the entrance of the valley, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, Elder Brown was shocked. Then he suddenly realized, "It's you. It turns out that you were behind everything?"

Looking at the lingering undead army, and then looking at Yang Ling walking along the way, even a fool can understand what is going on. Thinking about the death of more than 2,000 elite troops in Yang Ling's hands, Brown's eyes turned red, and he wished he could do it himself

Tied Yang Ling to the stake and burned him alive. As a high-ranking elder of the church, he had never suffered such a shameful humiliation.

Looking at the ferocious-looking Brown, Yang Ling strode forward through the passage opened by the undead army, and said coldly: "I said that the Warcraft Leader will not bully the weak, but it will never be afraid of anyone's threats.

If you want to take me back to the Holy City and torture me to extract a confession, you will naturally have to pay a corresponding price. Even if it is a powerful Holy See, I will one day make it disappear!"

"Hahaha, destroy the entire Holy See, just because you are a little lord?" Brown laughed, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. After laughing, his face changed, he gritted his teeth, and roared fiercely: "Nuclear

Explode, die, let’s die together!”

Looking at the densely packed undead around him, Brown, knowing that he could not escape, murmured desperately, preparing to detonate his own magic power to cast the ultimate forbidden spell and drag Yang Ling to die with him. In an instant, a majestic energy gathered in the gray sky

, an energy vortex was formed in an instant.

"Hehe, just go in peace. Remember, don't be reincarnated as a magic stick in the next life!" Looking at the disheveled, crazy-looking Elder Brown, Yang Ling smiled coldly, and then silently recited the Puppet Witchcraft.

In an instant, Brown held up two swords behind him. Templar Odumbula, who was about to charge over, was shocked and couldn't help but stop. His eyes were strangely glowing with green light. If Brown looked back, he would find that

Mysterious runes appeared in his pupils!

"Hahaha, go to hell, let's go to death together!"

Brown laughed loudly. He was about to raise his hand to attract a thunder strike, but unexpectedly

After a 'wu' sound, two sharp scimitars struck out from behind like lightning, and cut off his hands with a 'shua' sound. Then, he fiercely slashed his belly and pierced his fragile heart; finally, he cut off his own hands.

, stir it hard again...

"You..., are you a traitor?" Looking at the cold-looking Odumbra, Brown's eyes widened in disbelief after receiving the fatal blow. Before falling down, he tried to spit out a few words in one breath.

The syllable caused a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket to electrocute the traitor Odumbula into a piece of coke.

"Tsk, tsk, it's a pity that such a good puppet was wasted like this!"

Before his consciousness dissipated, Brown, who was covered in blood, saw Yang Ling striding over and heard the last words of his life. Immediately afterwards, a desolate voice sounded in his ears, and there was a sharp pain in his head, as if he had crawled into thousands of monsters.

Bloody ants.

After completely killing the arrogant Holy See army, Yang Ling chanted a spell and used high-level soul refining to absorb the memory of Brown, the elder of the Holy See. According to the consistent practice of the Holy See, there is obviously no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties; in this case, he can only find ways
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