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The Philosopher's Stone Interior has an extremely large space. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And it's not empty, but there are many magical items and "people" that are unimaginable to outsiders.

In the middle of the stone chamber stands a small white bone altar, made entirely of the bones of various creatures and various magical materials. The roof of the stone chamber above the altar kept exuding a rich and pure dead air, and then little by little it merged into a teardrop-shaped magic necklace enshrined on the altar.

The magic necklace is only the size of a thumb, but it can absorb the dead air escaping from the sea of bones day and night, as if there is a portal to the other world inside, and there is no possibility of filling it at all.

This magic necklace is the only strange thing that Li Xun brought with him when he crossed over to this mysterious world.

Yasha's tears!

In addition to the mysterious Tears of Asha, there is also a crystal body lying on the white bone platform. And at the heart of the crystal body, a strong and dazzling mysterious glow shines out from inside, making it difficult to look at directly.

This is exactly what the Necropolis got from the immortal body of Kern in the world of the dead and the death godhead sealed in the shell!

There are already countless figures waiting in the Philosopher's Stone Room.

They were all dressed in black robes with red trim on a black background and decorated with delicate magical threads, and they stood silently here like wood carvings, as if they could not move for hundreds of years.

But when the old corpse witch Master Kel'thugad pushed open the stone door, all the nearly two hundred acolytes turned their heads at the same time, and the faint green and deep soul fire stared at him for a moment, even with the calm and power of the old corpse witch, he couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

With the authority granted by the Lord of the Cemetery, although he was able to command this group of acolytes, in their eyes, the old corpse witch did not feel the slightest respect and awe. In their eyes, there is only one master worthy of service and reverence, and that is Li Xun, the great lord of the cemetery.

As acolytes who have been transferred from the dead, they never leave the places of the Temple of the Evil God and the Hall of the Conjuring Spirits. Here, they can obtain the maximum blessing of mystical power, and even the old corpse witch is not sure that he will not be able to evade the strange spells of the acolyte that ignore the magic resistance and physical resistance at all.

However, compared with the cemetery troops in the outside world, the acolytes here have a simpler mind and a purer soul, and they are also the most suitable guards for various magic treasures and resource vaults.

An elder acolyte stepped out in front of the crowd and walked up to the old corpse witch and stared at him silently.

Although there were no words, an invisible pressure had already made the old corpse witch a little distracted.

"I am here on the orders of the Lord of the Cemetery. I've brought a Legendary-level soul that needs to go through some here! ”

The acolyte's grim gaze fell on the head held by the old corpse witch.

After a moment of silence, the elder acolyte waved his hand, and two acolytes came over and took Apche's head from the old corpse witch's hand.

The Soul Fire of the Calamity King Apche looked at the scene in front of him wordlessly through the empty eyes, and any black-robed person here could give it a creepy feeling, and the entire magical chamber was filled with a terrifying will that was suppressed, evil, and twisted to the point of madness.

"No...... I don't want to stay here...... Take me out......"

The howl of the legendary soul finally provoked a reaction from the acolytes.

One by one, the acolytes raised their heads, and a chilling sneer sounded from under the black hood.

"When you come to the house of our lord, you must offer your loyalty and reverence, or you will ......"

The acolyte's unfinished words were short and cold, and the chill in them made the old corpse witch can't help but take a few steps back.

However, the old corpse witch immediately remembered something, and couldn't help but ask.

"Our graveyard may be carrying a demigod recently, how is your research on the godhead of death going? If you acolytes can't produce any more results, you will have to give the immortal body and the death godhead to our Institute of the Dead! ”

The elder monk's eyes were cold and a little dazzling.

"We already have preliminary results. However, we will only report the specific content to our lord personally, and you have no right to know! ”

"It's good to have results! It's good to have results! Now our cemetery is desperately lacking in tough hole cards that can calm the field. The little ones have just crossed the threshold of legends, but they have met the scared demigods head-on, and without a little hole card, it will be difficult to maintain the war in the future! The old corpse witch muttered for a long time, and when he saw that the elder monk was unmoved, he didn't reveal any information at all, so he could only turn around and leave helplessly.

When the stone door was closed again, the elder monk turned around and commanded.

"Go, build another soul brazier on the side of the altar, and burn it with soul fire day and night. Kurich, you take 10 members of the Catholic and leave it to you to convert the legendary souls to our lord! How's the work of channeling the power of the Godhead of Death going, Azhara? …… Well, I don't care what means you use, this task must be made for me to see, otherwise you will serve my Lord with your soul! …… Unas, where are you in your research on Asha's Tears? …… Okay, you've done a good job, summarize the results as soon as possible, and my lord may be able to use it in the near future......"

With the orderly instructions and arrangements of the elder monks, the monks who were still like wood carvings just now were all busy. Although they are not knowledgeable researchers, they have their own mystical system for the use of soul power due to their soul talents after their transfer.

Therefore, in addition to the perception of everyone in the cemetery, outside the public institution of the Institute of the Dead, the temples of various cemetery cities are quietly busy with such a group of mysterious forces who ignore everything except serving and being loyal to our lord.

…………

The mini-game of dragging the train is still going on in the depths of the sea of stars.

However, this time it was no longer the legendary mage Juan who was at the end of the team, but another legendary mage, Anksor.

Chained to the back of the half-plane fleet, he passed through one Void storm after another, and even as a legendary mage, Nexel was already mentally exhausted and unable to hold himself. Deep down, he had already scolded Terrence for coming up with this idea.

But scolding is scolding, and what should be followed is still followed.

The rise of this necropolis has now alarmed all legendary mages, and many have already compared them to the insect plague in their hearts. If it weren't for the fear of arousing the vigilance of the cemetery in advance, I am afraid that the academic exchange group led by the Da Yu division would have resisted the activities of the Duchy of Novis by now.

Just as Axel was sending the loneliness in his heart with his cranky thoughts, a strange wave wrapped around his body.

Hey, why did anyone want to come over?

Axel sensed it very clearly, it was a kind of spatial positioning of the magic fluctuation. Immediately stopped his body, used his spiritual power to connect with this fluctuation, and passed on his current space marker.

A moment later, a brilliant portal opened beside him, and the old mage Terrance emerged from it.

"How are you? Didn't you say that it was good to rotate every 5 days? It seems like it's only the third day. You? Seeing that it was Terrance, Anksor was a little surprised.

"Don't keep an eye on them, you can go back with me!" Terrance held up a dense magical shield to block out the tidal wave of energy, and watched from afar as the starry sky in the distance was about to disappear into the edge of perception.

"What's going on? We've all been holding out for so long! The guys on the other side seem to be holding on to it. It's a shame to give up at this time! Could it be that something is going on at home? ”

"Hmmm! Something happened on the Elven Continent, and we're going to have a public meeting to discuss it again. It doesn't make much sense for you to keep staring at them, so go back and brainstorm something! ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"That big cemetery has suffered a big loss in the Elven Continent, it seems that it has been swallowed by the Zerg more than 3 legends in a row, and now it is crying and clamoring to withdraw its troops, and the old demon is trying to find a way to appease them!"

"They're dead? Or 3 pcs? Has it been confirmed? Ankes's question was urgent and fast, and there was a hint of comfort in his words.

"There's a lot of trouble going on at home! You'll find out when you go back and see! Old Mage Terrance spoke in a frivolous and arrogant tone, and his disdain was overflowing.

"This is great news! Let's go back and have a look! ”

The two of them didn't say anything more, and together they pulled open a portal and went straight back to the Crane plane.

…………

As soon as the teleportation door opened in the magic hall, and Nexor was kicking the door in and out, the dragon lich's shrill howl was already in his ears.

Damn, it's really lively!

Nexor's spiritual power enveloped the magic hall of the entire Seven Rings Conference, and he saw all the situations in an instant.

Now he finally understood why the old mage Terrance had no choice but to run to the sea of stars to find himself, it turned out that he was hiding from the disaster!

A huge magic hall was originally just a sacred place for legendary mages to gather and negotiate, but now, a dragon lich has been stirred up into a vegetable market that makes people shake their heads and sigh.

At the huge round obsidian conference table, all the legendary mages sat with their faces frozen, nodding and sighing as the dragon lich cried. But with his familiarity with them, Axor saw a hidden and pleasant smile on the faces of many people.

And the plenipotentiary sent by the Necropolis, the dragon lich Uzel, was dressed a little too exaggeratedly.

The robes were torn into strands and draped over their bodies, like a poor ghost begging for money and food on the streets. There was not a single piece of magic equipment left on his body, and even the magic crown on his head was split into eight petals, barely fitting on his head like a tattered iron ring.

What's even infuriating is that the dragon lich Uzel also tied a thick bandage on his forehead, which was stained with blood. I don't know if the shroud was torn off the body of a mummy, and there is a faint smell of decay that has been rotting for a long time.