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In the darkness, corpse puppets wrapped in tattered black robes were running stiffly in the hero cemetery.

Their footsteps were heavy and mechanical, accompanied by bursts of low voices and a lot of smoke and dust. They had just woken up from death and their bodies were not very flexible.

Zhang Lingxue looked down at the ground and watched countless black shadows rushing past on the ground, running like wild beasts. There was a trace of anger in her eyes. The corpse speaker was really bold. He dared to blaspheme the souls of heroes.

Heroes, your bones should not be blasphemed. Let me, Zhang Lingxue, give you the final relief.

Zhang Lingxue's eyes showed a trace of fierceness.

There was no trace of life in the eyes of the corpse puppet. Only the cold mechanical nature drove it to keep approaching the figure in the sky like the scorching sun.

Suddenly, the corpse puppet accelerated and jumped into the air. The black robe fluttered in the wind. Its rotten hands stretched out, and the empty eye sockets looked slightly hideous.

Zhang Lingxue smiled gently, and that smile was like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, and like the dawn shining on the valley. The Goddess of Light Butterfly under her feet exuded a milky white holy light.

The True Goddess of Light Butterfly, with a milky white body and beautiful wings that were dazzling and dazzling, seemed to condense the light of the sun.

The eyes of the Goddess of Light Butterfly were bright and deep, revealing wisdom and power.

Its body was light and elegant, and milky white scales were sprinkled on its body.

It was said that it was originally a pet cultivated by the Goddess of Light. When the Goddess of Light Butterfly was promoted to the True Goddess of Light Butterfly, a trace of divinity would be born in its body, and the power of its light attribute skills would be several times greater than before.

After observing the form of the True Goddess of Light Butterfly, the Wanbian Silkworm successfully mastered the mimicry of the True Goddess of Light Butterfly.

A ray of divinity appeared in the body of the Wanbian Silkworm. With this ray of divinity, the Wanbian Silkworm can use more advanced light attribute skills.

"Go, True Goddess of Light Butterfly, shine with holy light!"

The Goddess of Light Butterfly flapped its wings, and six huge balls of light as bright as day appeared in the air.

The moment this huge ball of light appeared, the entire dark cemetery was illuminated by the light.

The Corpse Speaker cursed inwardly!

He felt a scorching temperature falling on his body.

A large amount of black air emerged from the surface of his body, and this feeling was like a vampire facing the sun directly.

The black air on his body squirmed, forming a black mist covering the Corpse Speaker.

The ball of light instantly broke in the air, and the light like a spring breeze fell on the corpse puppet.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, and the empty eyes of the corpse puppets met the holy light.

The soft light instantly melted the coldness and stiffness of the corpse puppet.

At this moment, the movement of the corpse puppet stopped abruptly, as if it was frozen in the air by an invisible force, and their bodies turned into black ash.

The Corpse Speaker felt that the connection between him and the Corpse Puppet was completely broken, and he was so angry that he gnashed his teeth.

He had been digging here for so long, but he was caught in one fell swoop?

What on earth was he doing all night?

I was so angry that my lungs were about to explode!

Nameless anger surged in his heart.

There was a mad look in the eyes of the Corpse Speaker, and his teeth were chattering.

He threw the pickaxe in his hand aside and abandoned it.

Countless black threads emerged from his ten fingers and sank directly into the coffin in front of him.

The Corpse Puppet he had worked hard to select was destroyed, so he could only use the corpse of the seventh-level strongman in front of him to make a Corpse Puppet.

In order to ensure that the corpse could be successfully transformed into a Corpse Puppet.

The Corpse Speaker did not hesitate to take out a black stone in the shape of a skull that exuded a lot of black air from the pet space.

This black stone is exactly the same as the Death God Curse that Ye Bai had expelled from Da Hui's body.

The Corpse Speaker bit his finger, and drops of black blood dripped onto the black stone.

Suddenly, the black light was so strong that it even suppressed the light on the Goddess of Light Butterfly.

A gust of cold wind blew, accompanied by a piercing scream.

When Ye Bai saw this black stone that exuded the breath of the God of Death, his pupils shrank sharply.

He recognized it at a glance. This was the Death God Curse.

This thing that once made Ye Bai hate it deeply had troubled Da Hui for a long time.

Da Hui almost couldn't survive.

After a while, Ye Bai secretly made a decision. He planned to kill the Corpse Speaker directly here and kill the left and right arms of the Death God Society.

The people of the Death God Society must not know that Da Hui is here.

This is how Bai Chong was killed by Ye Bai before, and it is still calm until now. It seems that the news has not been transmitted.

Ye Bai calculated his combat effectiveness.

Peak level 6, comparable to level 7 Big Gray after bursting.

The ever-changing silkworm that can transform into the True Light Goddess Butterfly or the Lightning Butterfly.

There is also the Nether Wolf that devours souls.

As for the Sunflower King, he had sent a message to it long before he left the Nantianmen Castle, asking it to use the burial skill of Shennong Ginseng to ambush near the Hero Cemetery and create a large number of clones.

The Sunflower King can use the Holy Light to transform the venue into the place that best restrains the Corpse Talker.

He also has a master with level 7 combat power by his side. The right time, right place, and right people are all here, so killing the Corpse Talker should be a piece of cake.

However, Ye Bai also knew through the system that the Corpse Speaker could be sublimated to the extreme and temporarily break through to the eighth level.

Moreover, the Blood Demon was still hiding underground and watching covetously. If the Blood Demon found out that they were besieging the Corpse Speaker, would he come out to intervene?

After all, the Blood Demon Du Bo should understand the principle that the lips and teeth are cold.

But what Ye Bai didn't know was that the Blood Demon Du Bo was a man who was extremely timid.

He was always famous for being cautious and timid, but he never expected that Jiao Mu Jiao would kill his clone without saying a word.

So even if he knew that the Corpse Speaker was being besieged, he would only hide far away.

As long as he summoned the Blood Demon God, it would be enough to turn the tables.

"Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, wake up from your deep sleep."

The curse of the God of Death turned into endless black air and sank into the tombstone.

The soil on the tombstone was trembling, and in just a moment, a giant sword flashing with thunder split the tombstone in two.

A two-meter-tall 'giant' with lightning flashing all over his body appeared.

He looked around with lifeless eyes, and his consciousness was gradually recovering.

"Strange, didn't I die at the beginning?"

"Why am I revived again now, what time is it now?"

The Thunder Giant shook his head.

"Thunder Sword Li Qinglei, a seventh-level strongman who has mastered the talent of manipulating thunder."

"If you hadn't guarded the Nantianmen Fortress, you would have been a strong man now."

"I gave you the opportunity to revive again, become my corpse puppet, and fight for me on the battlefield."

"Now, kill them all."

Before Thunder Sword Li Qinglei could react, countless black lines were connected to Li Qinglei's body.

"Soul Puppet Thread."

Thunder Sword Li Qinglei's body began to move on its own.

He slammed into the Light Goddess Butterfly like a cannonball.

The thunder wrapped around the Thunder Sword and made a brilliant thunder sound, like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

Just as the sharp thunder sword was about to pierce the body of the Goddess of Light Butterfly, a milky white light shield appeared.

The Thunder Sword pierced the light shield, and the light shield dissipated like foam, but this had bought enough time for the Goddess of Light Butterfly.

The six light balls unfolded again, and the light of the holy light was burning Li Qinglei's body.

But the holy light seemed to have little effect on Li Qinglei.

The Thunder God Armor resisted part of the light.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Goddess of Light Butterfly flew into the air, and Li Qinglei fell from the air and hit the ground heavily without being able to continue.

There were spider web-like traces on the ground, and Li Qinglei's two feet sank deeply into the ground.

His lifeless eyes fell on the tombstone that was split in half by himself not far away.

The tomb of his beloved disciple Li Qinglei.

By the way, I clearly remember that I was dead.

Is he resurrected now?

Lei Jian showed a surprised look on his face. He was a corpse puppet carefully refined by the Corpse Speaker, and of course he was different from ordinary corpse puppets.

His skin had a little elasticity.

Lei Jian could feel that his blood had dried up long ago, and he had no heartbeat or pulse.

It seemed that he was a dead man, a controlled dead man.

Holy light descended from the sky. Just as Li Qinglei was about to untie his thunder armor and welcome death, a strange rune appeared on his forehead.

This rune was like a whirlpool, and wisps of black air emerged from his forehead.

"It's useless, it's useless. You are my most perfect work, a corpse puppet made by me using the seventh-level treasure - the curse of the god of death."

"That kind of treasure, even I feel heartbroken, you are just awakening your consciousness now."

"But your body is still controlled by me."

"You can't resist my orders."

"There is no way to remove my soul puppet thread unless I die."

"I didn't expect that your soul has not ascended to heaven, but still remains on your body."

"I missed the eternal singer, but got you."

"As long as I invest more resources in you, you will sooner or later become the strongest corpse puppet in my hands."

The corpse speaker laughed.

Li Qinglei was furious. When he was about to resist, a pressure from the shocked Li Qinglei's soul.

His body moved involuntarily.

Ye Bai saw through the eyes of true vision that the end of the soul puppet thread was an illusory god of death.

The Grim Reaper wore a black robe with a hood, and a white skull shape appeared under the hood.

It also held a black sickle in its hand.

"Li Qinglei, kill them for me."

"With your title of Thunder Sword, it's effortless to kill these two people."

"Don't let me down."

"Alas, the result of a busy day was taken away by someone."

"You people have made me gain nothing."

"Becoming a work of art is your destiny."

The Corpse Speaker said viciously.

His ability is that the more corpse puppets he makes, the stronger he will be.

This is the power of the puppeteer.

And the puppeteer can also maintain 70% of the combat effectiveness of the corpse.

If the corpse puppets are carefully cultivated with various treasures and spiritual medicines, the combat effectiveness of these corpse puppets can even maintain 90% of their combat effectiveness before death.

Not all pet masters rely on their beasts to fight, and there are many pet masters who have developed their bodies to the extreme.

They can fight against alien beasts with their physical bodies.

Such as tanks, such as Thunder Sword Li Qinglei.

Just when Li Qinglei was about to continue his attack, Big Hui appeared with thunder wrapped around his body.

It waved the Thunder God's Ax in its hand and struck hard in the direction of Li Qinglei.

"Good fellow, you understand the strange beast of Thunder God Armor just like me."

Li Qinglei raised the thunder sword in his hand and hit him.

The Thunder Sword is actually Li Qinglei's equipment pet beast, and its power is weaker than the Thunder God's Ax.

But with the blessing of Li Qinglei's talent, the thunder sword was filled with thunder, and he swung it hard in the direction of Da Hui.

Thunder Sword Li Qinglei and Da Hui fought in the vast sky. The two sides were fierce and the thunder was shining, like two world-destroying thunder gods, chasing each other in the air.

Thunder Sword Li Qinglei is like the god of thunder. The sword covered in thunder swung forward violently. The thunder was bright and unstoppable, turning into a thunder dragon and rushing towards Big Hui with supreme majesty.

Da Hui was huge, with a body as big as a mountain, and was wearing a thunder god armor. It punched the simulated thunder dragon.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the thunder dragon was defeated by one blow. The wind of the fist bombarded the ground, the ground shook, and wherever it went, earth and rocks flew up.

Li Qinglei, the thunder sword, dodged Da Hui's heavy punch and stood firmly in the sky. The thunder condensed again, making a loud noise and turning into countless silver-white arcs and struck Da Hui heavily.

Big Hui roared angrily and rushed towards Thunder Sword Li Qinglei. Thunder was wrapped around its fists, and its punches were fast and violent, changing like a storm.

The Thunder Sword Li Qinglei's figure was like lightning. He dodged and turned around. A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a bolt of thunder struck Da Hui.

The two moves took turns, and the speed was dizzying.

Thunder Sword Li Qinglei's movement skills cut through the air like lightning. The thunder sword opens and closes widely, and every move is extremely hard and fierce.

Da Hui's punches were like landslides and tsunamis, and the sound of impact was deafening.

I haven't played so well in a long time.

Although Lei Jian was a seventh-level powerhouse when he was alive, he had just been resurrected by the Corpse Whisperer, so his power was greatly reduced.

His current strength is probably around the peak of the sixth level, which is enough to compete with Da Hui.

Corpse Whisperer watched Lei Jian and Da Hui fighting each other, with a sneer on his lips.

The eyes looking at Zhang Lingxue were full of greed.

"My muse, I really can't wait to make you mine."

The corpse whisperer's soul puppet thread sank directly into the ground, and only four exquisitely crafted coffins emerged from the ground.

Inside the coffin is a piece of art that the Corpse Whisperer is proud of.

Only a few bangs were heard, and the coffin lids were opened one after another.