Seeing that Yang Ling seemed to be indifferent, the skeleton's mouth kept opening and closing, and his teeth made a collision sound, and then he used his huge white bone finger to lightly point on the phantom of the bronze palace at the bottom of the Soul Suppression Tower. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hum~~"

An obscure and cold aura emanated from Yang Ling's mind, and at the same time, the whole person seemed to have fallen into an eerie and terrifying hell, and even the Qinglong Law Appearance outside trembled and drilled into Yang Ling's eyebrows.

At the moment when the Yuan Shen returned, a clear consciousness fell into Yang Ling's divine thoughts.

"I am the Necromantic Guardian Tutkamon under the seat of Lord Korathu, the Reaper, and you are ...... Pluto?"

Death Corathu: What the hell?

What the hell is Pluto?

Yang Ling felt that his head was a little rusty, and he couldn't turn around at all, could it be that those bronze monsters in the bronze palace were called Pluto War Generals?

Could it be that this big skeleton is from the underworld, but how can it be here? And it was suppressed here with a seal by the natives who may be the goblin race? Since the goblin race has long been beaten and entered the gates of hell, could it be that this guy was buried here when he came to the last reincarnation?

Yang Ling felt that his head was buzzing, but thinking that after the appearance of the miner system, the races that appeared now had long exceeded the scope of mythology, and even the legendary god king Zeus in Greek mythology was standing by his side at this time, and it was not unusual for one more god of death or something to appear, not to mention that he had even encountered goblins and frost giants, even if there were more characters in novels and legends, there should not be too many surprises.

Yang Ling was puzzled in his heart, staring at the skeleton with a nervous expression, feeling that this big skeleton didn't seem to have any intention of beating him, but he still asked very vigilantly: "Why are you being suppressed here?"

"I was captured in the middle of a battle with the demons, and they suppressed me here, using magic to extract my necromantic power for battle!"

Aren't they goblins or natives like elves, dwarves, and monsters?

Yang Ling was even more confused, but at this time, in the face of this huge skeleton, he didn't dare to have any carelessness, after all, it was not clear whether this big skeleton was friend or foe now, so he continued to retreat a few hundred meters and said cautiously: "I'm not here to save you, but I just found a magic seal, so come in and take a look, I'm leaving, since you are free, let's leave quickly!"

The big skeleton shook his head, "I don't feel any of the breath of the underworld now, since you are the immortal god warlord who controls the temple of reincarnation, then please allow me to follow you first." ”

"Follow me?" Yang Ling felt that he was arched by the wild boar, and his mind was a little buzzing.

"Yes, I have been eroded by the power of time for too long, without the repair of the water of the Styx, it is basically impossible for me to recover, if the demons find out that I escaped, they will definitely imprison me again, Lord God, please allow Tutkamun to follow you until you return to the underworld. ”

Holy!

Yang Ling shuddered excitedly, the combat power of this skeleton frame is probably much more terrifying than the period of total victory without regrets, and it has been suppressed for countless years, and its strength has declined very much, if he recovers, wouldn't it be at least the combat power of the Xuan Realm, which is much more than that of the war spirit and the war barbarian!

The more Yang Ling thought about it, the more excited he became, and he nodded busily and said, "Okay, then you make an oath to follow me first!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the big skeleton knelt directly on one knee in the rubble: "Ututkamon swore an oath on the same day that before returning to the underworld, I will swear allegiance to the Immortal God Warlord in front of me, and I swear in the name of the Spirit of Death that I will never betray!"

"Ding~, scanned for special information, this is ...... processing"

At the same time as the big skeleton finished making an oath, the system prompt sounded, but in an instant, Yang Ling was a little confused, and the excitement just now was poured with a scoop of cold water.

"The information is wrong, the system can't handle it!"

But at the same time that Yang Ling was dumbfounded, a blue light was projected from the bronze palace under the Soul Suppression Tower, and a black and ancient paper phantom was condensed in the air, and a line of characters on it slowly condensed, and the big skeleton opened its mouth to spew out a cloud of red light, which fell on the paper and turned into a red-faced fanged grimace mark, and then the black paper phantom turned into a streamer and fell on Yang Ling's forehead.

Yang Ling felt his Yuan Shen tremble, and in the cold breath, he felt the existence of the big skeleton, and he had a feeling of being connected to his soul.

This is another kind of oath constraint that is completely different from the system, this feeling makes Yang Ling feel more natural, he can use his divine thoughts to communicate with the big skeleton almost without going through the system, but the only regret is ...... Nima doesn't seem to be able to summon and follow.

It seems that both approaches have their merits.

Yang Ling put away the Soul Suppression Tower and the small gourd, let go of his divine sense and swept it, and found that the entire space had collapsed, and his location was under the huge bluestone stele, but this was the stone stele that had been broken and only half of it was left, and the huge golden light shield had also disappeared

"Tutkamon, come with me!"

Yang Ling's aura wrapped up Zeus, and then slapped it out with a palm, and the rolling aura pushed the gravel away, and his body stood outside the stone tablet with a shake.

Seeing an eight-hundred-meter-tall huge skeleton appear behind Yang Ling, a group of troll clans appeared one after another with a 10,000-meter-tall demon soul as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Don't be nervous, his name is Tutkamon, and he is one of my new followers, so come and meet him!"

Yang Ling was in a very good mood at this time, although his head was still dizzy and aching for a while, but it was painful and happy.

Picking up a super thug for nothing is really pleasant and can't be expressed in words.

In the midst of the suspicious and muttering of a group of trolls and Xian Canglan, Ding Cong, and Chu Yuan, Yang Ling swaggered and appeared in the system with a large skeleton eight hundred meters high, and immediately frightened everyone in the system, and the timid knelt directly, and the frightened ones either went offline or ran away, as if they had blown up the nest.

Damn, why are you a mouse, so daring?

Yang Ling's face was dark, and he expressed serious contempt and helplessness for the performance of his subordinates.

However, this skeleton is indeed too big, standing in the courtyard of the second main city, full of vision and a sense of oppression in the heart.

"Tutkamon, can you get a little smaller?" Yang Ling used his hand to communicate with the big skeleton.

"Yes!" the big skeleton nodded, and then the white light on its body flickered, and countless vines grew out of the black heart from the mouth of the heart, entangled in the white skeleton like flower branches, and with the continuous sound of clicking, the huge skeleton shelf quickly shrank to about a hundred meters, and those black vines also turned into black patterns covering all the bones.