In contrast, the evil soul body that was still level 13 was more solidified and tough, and almost a cup of tea could gnaw away the banshee. As an evil spirit born from a level 19 demon, it was able to retain its level 13 strength in such a unique environment as the soul box. But in the same situation, if it is placed in the natural environment, it can barely maintain the strength of level 5.

Of course, if it is given enough time and a good living environment, it may be able to become a new overlord in the spirits. This is how many large and small lords in the undead realm were born, relying on the passage of time and accumulation, to form such a scale.

The evil spirit devoured a fellow kind, and the resentment in the depths of the soul was temporarily satisfied, and he sank to the bottom of the soul box contentedly. The dozen or so slender tentacles drawn from the soul body light cluster also hung down softly, looking like they were eating. Of course, the battle next door also attracted the attention of the projection of dimensional consciousness, and after silently watching the one-sided battle, there would always be a trace of bad premonition in the depths of its consciousness from time to time.

Sure enough, before it could think through the iron-headed man's intentions, a soul crystal the same thumb-sized size landed on the soul box above its head. Watching the soul crystal slowly merge, it fled to the bottom of the soul box in horror, its entire body becoming dim, and it watched the changes in the field with full attention.

There was a crisp "tick" sound, and the new soul crystal merged from the top, falling crisply at the bottom of the soul box. The sound of the crystal crashing is crisp and pleasant, but when it falls on the ears of some guys, it is thrilling and shocking.

With an eerie grin, a new formed banshee floated out of the soul crystal. Compared to the previous one, this formed banshee is only level 5, but there is no difference in the ferocity that comes from the depths of the soul.

Almost as soon as she discovered the projection of her dimensional consciousness, the Banshee conjured up a menacing face of a distorted woman, screaming and pounced on the food that exuded strange deliciousness.

Although the plane consciousness projection is inherited from the brutal and ferocious abyssal plane origin, it is only a small manifestation of the opponent's huge subject consciousness after all, and the purpose of the incarnation is only to control the "son of the plane" more conveniently, and there is not much talent in combat at all.

The light cluster formed by the projection of the plane consciousness immediately began to flee frantically, but unfortunately the space of the soul box was too small for those of them who had no weight, so after a few fingers, its screams were endless.

This is the spiritual language of the Authentic Sect, the spiritual language that can directly resound in the depths of the soul of living beings. Normally, it is used to influence and control the Primal Plane creatures that are controlled by its Origin Breath, but now it can only be used to scream and wail.

Every blow and bite of the forming banshee can tear off the gray-green smoke like rags from the light cluster, which is the body condensed by the instinctive projection of the dimensional consciousness, which is impregnated with a trace of the abyssal origin breath.

Driven by a desire to strengthen her soul, the Banshee's attacks became more ferocious and frequent. The projection of the plane consciousness that was forced into a dead end finally gave up escaping, and under the stimulation of the core consciousness, he frantically turned back and devoured the other party. The two entangled illusory creatures conjured up various forms, and the purpose of each change was to devour each other more conveniently.

For a while, the venue was silent, and no sound came out, but under this deathly silence, it was two spirits biting each other.

The spirit is a creature, you can say that it has no body, or you can say that it has a body. In the face of other races, they will use their good blurring to dodge the maximum amount of physical damage, but when fighting in the spirit body, every time they grab and bite each other, they are hurting each other's bodies.

The tearing off of each fragment of smoke in the light cluster is not inferior to the same proportion of flesh and blood torn off by normal humans. And this kind of pain is unavoidable, unavoidable, and will be directly engraved in the depths of the soul, making it crazy and furious.

Plane consciousness projection is just a lack of means of attack, but it does not lack tyrannical manic attack instinct, once the opponent's attack arouses the tyrannical nature in the depths of the core, immediately regardless of the other party's entanglement.

In contrast, the soul body condensed by the projection of dimensional consciousness is more tenacious and stable, so while its own body is constantly devoured by the other party, it is also frantically devouring the other party.

A quarter of an hour later, the battle inside the Soul Crate was finally over.

The scarred projection of dimensional consciousness precipitated at the bottom of the soul box, like a wounded little beast, wailing and licking his wounds with his tongue. The pure energy transformed by Devouring Banshee just now flowed through its body, and in a little while, it would be able to repair its flawed body, and even have some leftovers to make itself stronger.

Between getting bigger and becoming tougher, the projection of dimensional consciousness chose the latter without hesitation. It has a hunch that such bad luck may become the norm in its life for the rest of its life, and it is necessary for it to choose a reasonable direction of evolution for itself, at least so that it can be less painful when fighting......

The evil spirit in the cage next door finished digesting the energy, and began to stubbornly hit the partition between the two again. And this time, the light cluster transformed by the projection of dimensional consciousness did not instinctively hide in the corner, but stared at the opponent's unpredictable body with the same fierce gaze.

"That's all energy, that's all nutrition, that's delicious food that can make you stronger and get rid of your prey identity!" The light group thought viciously.

Just as the two cellmates had just finished recovering their bodies, two new soul crystals reappeared on the soul box, this time at the same time.

As a result, a new battle began on both sides of the Soul Crate at the same time......

For outsiders, it is all strange light and dark spectrum changes, but for Isa, who has been watching the whole process with great interest, it is a thick book, and every word and sentence in it is so simple and straightforward, but it is profound.

The evolution and growth of the spirit usually takes decades, hundreds of years, a long process, which is the manifestation of the laws of nature, and what he is doing now is only artificially speeding up the flow of time. For unqualified spirits, this kind of human intervention is a lifeless path to destruction, but for the two special spirits in the soul box, it is an opportunity to force them to constantly improve themselves.

Of course, Issa would not be kind enough to simply give them a growth cake and let them grow in a wild and disorderly manner. Every formed banshee sent into it had been manipulated by him, and some memories were etched into the depths of his soul.

At the same time that the banshee is devoured, these soul fragments will also become part of the bodies of the two real objects. Although most of the soul fragments will be turned into pure soul power and absorbed by the other party, and one or two will not affect them for anything, they can't stand ten, twenty, or one hundred...... In this way, their consciousness and instinct will always be assimilated one day.

It sounds beautiful and creative, but the price to pay is also huge. At the very least, these formed banshees are a real part of the combat power of the cemetery city, but now they are all tragically degraded as food for some guys.

In this chaotic place, which has just experienced a moment of great turmoil, he was able to use his role as an assistant manager to do something inside, overreporting the battle damage and underreporting the output, and using the number difference in it to squeeze out the real materials he needed. But this kind of behavior can't last long, otherwise the shrewd demon wizard and Plataya will sooner or later detect the strangeness in their forces.

At that time, I was about to face the monstrous anger of the big boss behind the scenes!

Secretly taking some spirit bodies to make a real thing, this is nothing, compared to the intuitive benefits that he can bring to the big boss, the young mage will definitely forgive himself. But once his behavior of going behind his master's back and acting privately is recognized as "betrayal" by the master, the consequences will be severe. If there is no research result, his cooperation with that magical mage will probably have a crisis of trust.

From all sides, Issa is reluctant to lose the trust of the other party, so this research must be fruitful, or the kind of result she wants!

With all kinds of worries, the magic soul Issa gritted her teeth and once again sped up her actual progress......

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Compared to the thrilling battle of the Abyss Realm, the battle in the Undead Realm can only be described as scorching.

A large number of cemetery mercenaries poured into the Abyss Realm, making Stratholme, who was also at the forefront of the battle, a little stretched, and the blow to the forces of the Council of the Undead seemed powerless for a while. If it weren't for the Knights of the Black Blade led by Arthas still active in the rear of the opponent's territory, Stratholme would have become the most peaceful cemetery city.

However, after the end of the Plane War, the return of some of the cemetery mercenaries has revitalized the war capital again.

The brutal plane war eliminated a large number of unqualified cemetery mercenaries with their own blood and fire, but it also greatly improved the strength of the surviving cemetery mercenaries. The vast amount of feats gained from the war will not be spent until the Chaos Lands class building returns to its peak form.

Therefore, these returning cemetery mercenaries have all become large sums of money, wielding a lot of feats in their hands, and almost instantly bought out Stratholme's troop reserves, and also booked the troop quota for the next month.

However, at this moment, none of the mercenaries were still searching for tasks in the mission hall, and they all gathered in a corner of the huge square of the city, looking up to watch the huge ghost dragon hovering and flying in the sky.

Now, not a single mercenary didn't know that the guy flying left and right in the sky was one of them 10 days ago - Moros. As for how a mid-level zombie lord could transform into the current high-level ghost dragon, all the mercenaries were discussing.

Some say that the big boss showed his power and cast an original magical spell to transform Moros into his current appearance; Some say that it was after Moros was devoured by this ghost dragon that the two melted their souls to become the current ghost dragon Moros; Some even swore that it was those high-level corpse witches who dug out Moros's brain and stuffed it into the skull of the ghost dragon's head to successfully transform it......

Although the statement is not uniform, there is one insight that is unified, that is, Moros is going to soar into the sky from now on!

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