The Rise of the Cemetery

Such a desolate and miserable doomsday scene, but it can arouse the battlefield feelings of some people.

But waiting for the soul guard to immerse for a while in the fatigue after the war and the joy of winning after the war, the high cliffs not far away are already full of shaking figures. A team of corpse witch riders soared up from behind the cliff, flapping their broad wings and desperately approaching here.

When a huge bat demon first came in, the corpse boy had not arrived at the scene, but that big voice had already passed.

"You are dead ... you are dead! This altar has been in the master's picture for a long time, and it was broken by you ... you are dead! You have ran so many earth elements, and the master saw it, and he must be furious!"

The soul guard glanced at the corpse king, and ignored this. His feet are soft now, and it is at the moment when he needs to go back to rest, he pulls out a hearthstone, and activates while indifferently commanding: "Mr. Boy, don't sell your mouth here! Remember, the core of this big guy is me Yes, send me back! "

After all, the whole figure has disappeared into the torrent of soil elements.

"Cut, what a pride! It's not that the host has accumulated so many good things on you, can you pull it that way? If you change to me, you will have hit this plane long ago ..." The corpse muttered with dissatisfaction, and turned back The corpse witch air rider behind him waved and shouted: "Hurry up! At your speed, the earth elements are all leaked! Hurry ... Hurry ... Hurry up to block the gap ... You are just a few of you, Hurry up and extract all the liquid earth elements from the molten giant ... "

After the shouting of the corpse king, countless giant bat monsters landed on the scene with difficulty. Each high-level corpse witch was urged by the corpse king to resemble a dog, and he no longer had the arrogant arrogance of the past, and his work was a sprint, surrounded by the busy heat of the scene after the **** battle.

More than a dozen high-level corpses who have reached level 12 have begun to cast spells together, using the power of enchantment to block off the former Raging Flame Canyon to avoid the further passage of these pure earth elements. Crowds of lickers also climbed the cliff, stepped on countless gravel piles and rushed to the scene. Under the guidance of the corpse king, they tried to dig down from the side of the altar.

The nuclear giant seems to have been drilled from here, indicating that its old nest is probably deep underground. If you dig it out, maybe there is something good!

As the nearest nail was pulled out, there were basically no large forces or powerful individuals that could threaten the cemetery city. Next, the cemetery city will attack, and begin to conquer all the demonic forces on the entire 43rd plane.

Once the wheel of war starts, it will not end until the entire plane is conquered. This may be the first real foothold obtained by the cemetery forces in the abyss world.

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The 43rd floor of the abyss world, a secret room in the chaotic land mage tower.

The magnificent and magnificent magic circle is still running day and night. The soft and bright passive light illuminates the wide hall and the puppet and the soul box in the center of the hall. The arcane puppet attached to Isa has been standing still in front of the soul box for 4 days and 4 nights, and his so-called ** experiment was also carried out for 4 days and 4 nights.

Everything in the hall is exactly the same as it was 4 days ago. Even Isa's standing posture has not changed. Perhaps the only thing that has changed is the two poor "subjects" in the soul box.

Compared with 4 days ago, whether it is the plane consciousness projection or the evil spirit, there have been no small changes in shape.

Evil spirits are not too high intellect, and most activities follow the instinctive spirit undead, and it seems very casual to control their own bodies. Most of the energy absorbed in the past 4 days is used to expand the body and make its shape more suitable for some fragmentary memories deep in the soul.

The shape is more than three times larger than 4 days ago. Since there are no ready-made corpses for it to attach, the evil spirit still displays its own original form, which is a vague humanoid form.

The part below its waist is still a faint and translucent illusion, and there are occasional fluorescence dispersion at the edge, obviously still in a state of continuous evolution. The upper limbs are a pair of withered arms impregnated with green light, and the front end is dark and dark claws. The position of the head is just a dark shadow, and you can see a pair of eyes flashing fierce red mans, but you can't see the other features.

Because it is still in the intermittent period, the evil spirits who are full of food and drink and doing nothing are still clinging to the partition in the center of the soul box, intimidating Willing against the guy on the other side, one who does not devour the other party Posture.

On the other side, the plane consciousness projection, 4 days later, has not changed too much in size, but the change in appearance is very shocking.

At first glance, this is simply a large cocoon. The solid and dense skin is comparable to the dark blue skin of rhinoceros. The sides and bottom of the body are covered with air holes that can be opened and closed at will, allowing it to sprint or stop at any angle freely. The most conspicuous is the huge mouthware that occupies the entire front end, which is filled with daunting teeth.

If Li Xun is here, there will be a horrified cry of excitement. Is this the plane consciousness projection I have seen? Is this still an imaginary and intangible spirit? This ... this has almost all the basic characteristics of a ferocious predator, and it is no longer an illusory existence!

In addition to the morphological changes, the plane conscious projection has slowly nurtured its unique ideology. Although there was no movement suspended in the soul box, some secret parts of the body secretly opened the hidden small eyes from time to time, radiating undetectable detection light, silently monitoring every move around.

Whenever these detected rays hit the evil spirit next door, a series of feedback such as "delicious", "delicious", and "weak" are returned. The detection light that hits the iron head outside the soul box returns some vague results such as "mystery", "unknown", and "powerful".

The projection of plane consciousness is also changing its mode of existence bit by bit, which is not only an adaptation to the environment, but also a preparation for future escape. However, it seemed hesitant to return to the main consciousness after escape.

Put it before, this is the process of a drop of water integrating into the sea, naturally, without any hesitation. But now, it really hesitated!

Since 7 hours ago, there was a kind of self-consciousness dimly, and it felt different from then on. who am I? This is a question that every hazy consciousness will think about when it germinates, and it will never stop without finding the answer. But it is now basically unable to think about this issue, because it is time to fight again.

There is no reference for judging time in the vast and silent magic hall, but since the self-consciousness has sprouted, it can naturally perceive the passage of time and the overlap of space. Some inexplicable knowledge and skills, some fragmentary memory fragments of a certain creature will also emerge from the depth of its soul from time to time, as if there is an opening to a different space, there will always be some strange and strange thing.

If according to its past instincts, such things that can bring it strength growth will never be let go, and all will be swallowed and melted. But just when it wanted to do this, there was always an ethereal voice gently admonishing it. It should selectively absorb these things, and only extract those that are coincident or similar to its goal, and other things can be given up at all, otherwise it will return to the state of chaotic, disorderly and broken soul.

confusion?

Somehow, it is now unacceptably unacceptable for the term "chaos". When I heard this, I naturally chose to believe this voice.

However, how to choose has become a new problem.

Based on its just budding consciousness, despite its rich and indescribable plane consciousness as the background, it still does not know how to do it concretely. So it temporarily shielded a lot of knowledge, and absorbed and absorbed everything related to combat and survival, and slowly and resolutely transformed itself with the energy swallowed.

Whatever it will be in the future, what it needs most now is survival!

The time has come, and with the soft sound of the soul crystal falling into the soul box, a new battle begins.

The banshee floating out of Soul Crystal this time is two beautiful girls in beautiful and gorgeous dresses.

They have a perfect female body, and their dark green skin glows with a layer of luster under soft light, faintly with dark silver, and a bluish glow. Their face is also the appearance of a human girl, wearing various jewelry on the graceful body, a little arrogance in the indifferent expression, but still so beautiful that it is not dare to face it ...

The only thing that can identify them is the fluttering gray hair behind the head. Not only is there no wind, but the end of the hair is still a little bit fluorescent. Whenever they moved, they were dragging a crystal cloak of stars behind them.

The reptile transformed by the ugly plane consciousness projection ignores the beauty of the opposite banshee, and certainly does not cast a half-eye on the somewhat deformed pair of cramped mountains. In its vision, it is simply a terrible spirit-like undead in front of its eyes, and its rank is far more than the wraiths and banshees it swallowed up to level 14.

A 14th-level sucking miraculous banshee, if placed in the forces of the Undead United Council, is enough to become a small lord in a territory of undead. Even the resentful succubus Livre, who had seen almost all spirit-type undeads in the Undead Council, was only 17th level.

But today, these two 14th-level Sucking Michen Banshees, which are also unique in the chaotic land, have obviously become a whetstone, and have been secretly "buckled" by Isa, as the most important work of the whole A stepping stone is dedicated to the development of a great plane consciousness.