Archdemon

But the pressure from these undead warriors forced Huo Ling to face them.

The strength of this undead warrior was not lower than that of the senior gold. The closer they were to the warriors on the throne in front, the more outstanding their strength was.

Huo Ling even felt a sense of threat from them. It was obvious that they were all undead creatures of the holy realm.

This made Huo Ling more cautious. With this specification, the one on the throne was at least a legendary undead creature.

When his spiritual power fell into this death palace, it had already turned into his original human appearance.

This surprised Huo Ling's heart. This was not a good phenomenon. Before in Purgatory, he could be said to have been pretending to be a real red dragon.

The incarnation of spiritual power actually showed its true appearance here. Fortunately, he had not started to lie.

Huo Ling bowed his head slightly and performed a wizard salute. He said respectfully: "Great existence, thank you for saving me!"

The figure on the throne also emerged from the darkness. It was a tall undead. He was wearing black armor, but the armor also looked a little rotten.

Huo Ling even saw a lot of scars on it. At the waist and abdomen, the armor was broken, and Huo Ling could still see the thin ropes that tied the armor.

On this scar on the armor, Huo Ling could also see some runes constantly born and died here, just like rune blood flowing from the armor.

These runes were constantly reborn and broken, which caused a great impact on Huo Ling's spirit

Huo Ling's eyes just swept over this figure, and his body in purgatory felt a headache.

This made Huo Ling very frightened. He was already in the holy realm. If he looked like this, what realm was this undead creature in?

"What's your name?" The figure on the throne spoke, his voice was hoarse, like two bones rubbing against each other.

Huo Ling didn't know how to address this powerful undead for a moment, but as soon as he thought about it, he thought of what to say: "Your Majesty, my name is Huo Ling, a dragon vein necromancer from the spirit world, currently stranded in Purgatory, and now a pioneer lord in the new land."

Anyway, calling him Your Majesty is not wrong. For powerful beings, even some legends, they are often the kings of a country. The title of Your Majesty is in the right place and will not cause any problems.

"Interesting, interesting... a human dragon vein mage in Purgatory... are you here to sign a covenant in the plane of death?"

The powerful undead laughed, his voice hoarse, and this voice plus the surrounding environment can scare a mortal to death.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Huo Ling nodded quickly.

The figure on the throne became interested. He fixed his eyes on Huo Ling. This gaze traversed the infinite space and found Huo Ling's body with the help of Huo Ling's mental power.

His eyes swept over Huo Ling's body, and he saw almost everything about his body clearly. Then he swept his eyes over the surrounding undead warriors.

The moment his eyes swept over, these undead warriors knelt on the ground in fear, and their souls trembled violently.

His eyes did not stay on these poor undead, but continued to look around. He saw the devils in the castle and the busy dwarf blacksmiths in the blacksmith's workshop.

His sight continued to extend outward. He saw the underground flame furnace, the Styx, the devil's castle in the distance, and Lovisa...

"Boom!!!"

A series of lightning suddenly struck in the new land, and the sound resounded throughout the fields.

He withdrew his eyes with a little regret and fixed his eyes on Huo Ling again.

"Hahahaha! Little guy, you're lucky..."

The figure on the throne laughed loudly. He condensed a large piece of death runes. These runes condensed into a scroll in the void, and then rushed into Huo Ling's spiritual body in the palace.

"Go back!"

The undead on the throne stretched out a finger, bent it, and flicked it gently, and Huo Ling was ejected from the death plane, and his consciousness returned to his body.

Huo Ling's head in front of the altar suddenly tilted back, as if his head was hit violently.

At this time, several offerings placed beside the altar were also swept away by the death runes. Huo Ling looked at this scene expressionlessly. He knew that these offerings were taken away by the undead just now.

When the powerful will on the altar dissipated, the breath of death in the surrounding space also began to disappear.

After a long while, Huo Ling shook his head slightly.

When he calmed down, he felt as if his head was about to explode. He knew that this was a side effect of overdrawing his mental strength.effect.

This is not something that can be relieved by a potion that replenishes mental power, and can only be restored by rest.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw more than a dozen bottles of potions that restore mental power falling at his feet. He sighed, these potions are not cheap, and they are all wasted.

However, the consequence of overdrawing mental power this time is not without gain. He successfully analyzed two secondary death rules.

When Huo Ling can use these two secondary rules, it will greatly improve Huo Ling's combat effectiveness.

However, this analysis of the rules also reminded Huo Ling that it is too dangerous.

If the powerful undead had not interrupted Huo Ling's analysis of the rules, Huo Ling would basically not be able to come back, and would definitely sink into the sea of ​​rules of the death plane, and finally end up with his soul crushed.

This made Huo Ling very scared.

When analyzing the rules in this way, people who are blinded by power will not have a good end in the end. Huo Ling thought he would not encounter such a thing.

But he overestimated himself and underestimated his potential points. If he hadn't used his potential points, Huo Ling wouldn't have been so obsessed with analyzing the rules.

After the acceleration of the potential points, he analyzed the rules too quickly, and all kinds of powerful forces were within reach, which inevitably made people sink into it.

Huo Ling secretly made up his mind that he would need to set a good time for himself when analyzing the rules in the future, and he must not encounter such a thing as today again.

He waved his hand to let the surrounding undead warriors leave. This time, under the gaze of the powerful undead, all the undead knelt down in fear.

This is not the fault of these undead. This is the pressure from the high-level undead. Huo Ling himself almost knelt down, not to mention the lower-ranking horror knights and dark warriors.

After returning to the office in the castle, Huo Ling began to check the death covenant that the high-level undead had put into his soul.