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Looking at Fang Heng's actions, Tan Shuo's heart was completely chaotic.

He couldn't help but whispered to the federal companion beside him, "Hey, what's the matter with Fang Heng?"

"The specifics are not clear, but I suspect that he has special props on him."

Li Shaoqiang, a fellow player from the Federation, squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully, "In my judgment, it is probably the final reward that Fang Heng got for clearing the eighth area before. I have heard people say that the final reward for clearing the customs is very good."

"That's why he suddenly chose to come to the Undead Researcher's Association and choose the undead department to study." Li Shaoqiang continued to analyze, "Look, he has definitely learned the basic undead level 10 at the speed of absorbing souls now. Ordinary people learn a In five or six years, he didn't even get started, how could it be possible if he didn't have any special props or skills?"

Tan Shuo swallowed, and there was a slight bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

Although Li Shaoqiang's serious analysis has never been reliable before, this time he thinks Li Shaoqiang's analysis is very reasonable.

"Judging from his previous performances, he is just like a novice, and he is using today's opportunity to brush the level of the Book of the Dead."

Li Shaoqiang said while gritting his teeth, looking very unhappy, "We are out of luck when we meet him this time. In short, let's leave him alone, we will continue to practice ours."

"Ok."

Tan Shuo nodded again when he heard the words.

His heart is messed up.

The world is really unfair.

He worked hard for six or seven years to practice basic necromancy before he made a little progress.

What about people?

Just a few months was worth his years of ascetic practice.

Tan Shuo took a deep breath, tried again to throw out the mixed emotions in his mind, sat down again, and continued to manipulate the Book of the Dead to absorb high-level souls.

"Gan!"

Just as he sat down to absorb the soul, Tan Shuo realized something was wrong and cursed inwardly.

He looked back in Fang Heng's direction again.

Affected by the small soul vortex created by Fang Heng, many red souls in the Wailing Hall sensed danger and avoided Fang Heng at a distance.

Including him, seven or eight necromantic scholars who were relatively close to Fang Heng were affected, and it was much more difficult to capture the red soul than before.

trouble!

Tan Shuo could only admit that he was unlucky.

He decided not to look at Fang Heng anymore, just pretended that Fang Heng didn't exist, and absorbed his soul again.

Time goes by minute by minute.

Tan Shuo found that high-level souls were becoming more and more difficult to capture.

From the first minute, to the next two minutes, three minutes...

Finally, it took him nearly 10 minutes this time to gradually guide a high-level soul into the Book of the Dead.

Seeing that the soul is about to be inhaled...

what's the situation? !

Tan Shuo frowned.

The soul whose half foot had been sucked into the Book of the Dead was forcibly pulled away from the Book of the Dead and flew towards the rear.

Is it Fang Heng again?

Still let people not play? !

Tan Shuo's mentality exploded all of a sudden.

He stopped manipulating the Book of the Dead and looked back at where Fang Heng was behind.

This……

Tan Shuo never thought that he would see such a scene one day. The Book of the Dead in his hands was shocked and fell to the ground.

At this time, Fang Heng's book of the dead has created a large soul vortex!

All the souls around are madly involved in the vortex!

white, blue, red...

Even the red soul that Tan Shuo had absorbed just now was affected by the soul vortex formed in Fang Heng's hands, and was forcibly taken away by the soul vortex controlled by Fang Heng!

What makes Tan Shuo even more terrified is that the vortex of soul in Fang Heng's hand is still accelerating and expanding!

Tan Shuo opened his mouth, but was speechless for a long time.

He looked around, and then suddenly realized that he was not the worst.

The two necromancers closest to Fang Heng's seat were the most miserable. They had been affected by Fang Heng a few hours ago, and the souls entrenched around them were all sucked into them by the soul vortex created by Fang Heng.

The necromantic scholars who were originally sitting near Fang Heng were forced to move their seats. The rest of the dozen or so people were crowded into another corner, far away from Fang Heng, looking weak, pitiful, and hugging together for warmth.

Among them was his federal companion, Li Shaoqiang.

Seeing that other necromancy scholars were not much better, Tan Shuo felt a little better.

"Oh, this game is really unplayable."

Tan Shuo smiled wryly, admitting it.

"Yes, you are awesome, I'm flashy."

Said helplessly and resentfully, Tan Shuo picked up the Book of the Dead on the ground, fled from Fang Heng far away, and ran to gather with other necromancy scholars.

...

As the purple light gradually stopped, the magic circle in the hall gradually stopped working.

The vortex force formed by Fang Heng through the Book of the Dead instantly weakened.

The power of the soul quickly recovered.

The red and blue souls quickly broke free from Fang Heng's control of the vortex of the Book of the Dead, and only the white soul was left unable to break free and was still sucked into the vortex.

It's just that the speed at which they are inhaled is significantly slowed down.

Fang Heng felt that the speed of absorbing souls was greatly reduced, and opened his eyes suddenly.

It's over so soon! ?

72 hours gone in a blink of an eye?

It feels like ten hours have passed...

Fang Heng pursed his lips, looking like he didn't know what to do.

Immersed in the joy of liver skills, Fang Heng seldom felt that time passed by as quickly as it does now.

The door of the Wailing Hall was slowly opened.

After brushing for 72 hours in a row, coupled with the heavy mental blow from Fang Heng, the mental state of the rest of the necromantic scholars was not very good. .

Different from the laughter and laughter at the end of the trial in the Wailing Hall, this time, everyone was silent.

No one was in the mood to say a word.

After 72 hours of continuous liver, Fang Heng's spirit is still not bad.

"Pity……"

Fang Heng muttered to himself.

It would be great if I could give him another 72 hours. Then he could absorb souls faster, and the level of the Book of the Dead could continue to increase. It is estimated that there is a chance to get 10,000 talent points by then. arrived.

pity! What a pity!

Anyway, a small mourning hall has been set up in the prison anyway, and the talent points can still continue.

Now that the first-level necromancy has reached lv: 10, it is better to quickly ask how spiritualism works, and go back and complete the main quest of the seventh district.

While thinking, Fang Heng walked out of the Wailing Hall with the crowd.

"Mr. Fang Heng, please wait a moment~www.readwn.com~ At the door, the waiter who was already prepared reached out and stopped Fang Heng.

"Mr. Fang Heng, Mr. Mo Yunxiao asked me to tell you that there is an important guest who wants to see you. He has been waiting for you for a day. He is now with Mr. Mo Yunxiao in the reception room on the fourth floor, if it is convenient for you. , I'll take you to see them now, okay?"

"Ok?"

important guests?

Fang Heng frowned, wondering in his heart.

He knew too few people in this world.

"Okay, please take me there, thank you."

"Please come with me."

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