Chapter 550: Don't dry to death

Can the Undead Godhead be cultivated? That has to be asked to the Undead God. However, there are only two Undead Gods in the world. The King is gone. Now it depends on Ang. If he says it works, it works.

The little angel stuck out her small tongue: Lueluelue~ The death mist was guided into her body, and then she coughed.

It seems that she is not suitable for this exercise method, but soon she thought of another way, directly spit out the soul, breathing the aura of death around her.

Compared with her, the movement of the small zombie is much larger. The whole person is like an air bag. One inhale, the aura of death around is sucked away, one exhale, a small whirlwind blows around.

Feiti is even more perverted. He only inhales, not exhales.

Anthony patted his chest, and a black horse rushed out. He wanted to scold people, but found that the situation was wrong. He was stunned for a while, and after figuring out the situation, he muttered in a low voice: "Soul howling, count you as having a bit of conscience."

After muttering, the black horse also couldn't wait to join this feast of death aura.

The aura of death diffused from Ang just formed a cycle among everyone's souls.

Negris "breathed" while asking puzzledly: "Is the Undead Godhead cultivated like this? But I have seen it when the death aura was more surging before. Why doesn't this dead skeleton cultivate?"

Not to mention the Restful Wind in the abyss that can blow angels into skeletons, just the Restful Liquid, the concentration is much higher than this soul howling. Why didn't Ang create such a cycle before?

Anthony is mainly appearing as the Pope of Light now, so he didn't join the cycle, just sacrificed the soul armor to prevent being contaminated by the aura of death, only heard him say:

"What the lord needs is not death aura, but the soul belief in the death aura. These auras of death are just by-products, but they have also been tempered by the lord, so they are more friendly to us, and the efficiency of absorption is also higher."

Negris suddenly realized: "Isn't this the same as the terrifying sacrifice in the City of Light, which triggered the frenzy of faith?"

Anthony nodded: "The same nature, the power of belief in the soul howling is what the Undead Godhead needs."

Negris opened its mouth wide, not knowing what to say. It actually didn't witness the two major events of the terrifying sacrifice and the frenzy of faith, only knowing that Ang overturned the God of Arbitration in the consciousness space of the God of Light's Godhead.

"Sun and Moon Wind and Hua"

This should have been a god war with heavy casualties, but because it happened in the consciousness space, everyone didn't feel it really, just felt a trace of danger from Ang's simple description.

Now that this soul howling can be compared with the frenzy of faith, it is not just some undead creatures shouting there.

A hearse floated in the air behind the death line. Alan Bulu stood on the carriage frame a little excitedly, looking at the undead flood surging like a tide below, feeling their special power of howling.

Alan Bulu knows what that is, because he also has a large number of subjects with soul connections, such as those black cavalry. However, compared with these in front of him, it is more than ten orders of magnitude worse.

Only the immortal King can mobilize this order of magnitude of souls. Before the King set off, he handed the Undead Scepter to Gust, so now only Gust can mobilize this scale of undead flood.

Anyway, His Majesty is not here. It doesn't matter if these soul beliefs are scraped a little bit, otherwise it would be a waste, hehe.

Alan Bulu, who was a little excited, diffused the aura of death from his body, and after it spread, he suddenly inhaled.

He doesn't have Ang's ability to trigger the resonance of soul howling, so he can only use his own soul energy as a primer to guide the death aura over.

Between one exhale and one inhale, double the death aura was guided into his soul.

After a while, Alan Bulu opened his eyes suspiciously: "Where is the soul belief? How can there be none?"

Alan Bulu, who couldn't believe it, tried repeatedly, constantly "breathing," but although a lot of soul energy was absorbed, there was not a trace of soul belief in it, as if it had been filtered clean by someone.

He, who couldn't figure it out, tried repeatedly all night, successfully increasing his soul strength by 0.2 percentage points, but didn't capture a single bit of soul belief.

Just like this, this "shouting" lasted all night. At dawn, everyone could finally see the situation in the direction of the death line clearly.

I saw a black piece in the distance, skeletons and zombies shoulder to shoulder, sweating like rain, gongs and drums, airtight, like a festival, extending to the end of the horizon. The earth is like a carpet paved by undead creatures.

Although everyone had already noticed from the number of soul fires that the number of undead creatures would not be small, observing with the naked eye revealed the shock of the scene. This scale of undead flood can submerge everything.

Negris asked tremblingly: "Old Tree, can you withstand this scale of flood?"

The God of Life said slowly: "Can withstand... for a little while, you guys go and run for your lives."

Negris almost fell to the ground: "Can you stop panting when you speak!"

However, the undead flood did not surge over. It was dawn, the dense undead creatures scattered, dug a hole in the ground and buried themselves.

The surprise attack by the black knights last night failed to catch anyone, and the undead flood surged up and couldn't catch anyone either. No one would do such a thankless thing.

After the undead creatures got into the ground, the rest were high-level undead creatures. Gust turned into a black mist and floated up from behind, followed by six smaller smoke clouds.

Coming to Alan Bulu's hearse, Gust condensed his form and looked at Alan Bulu suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? Your spirit is so poor? Did you go to dig a grave?"

"Dig your head, I haven't dug a grave for hundreds of years, stop slandering me with things from hundreds of years ago." Alan Bulu said angrily.

"Then why is your spirit so poor?" Gust asked strangely.

Alan Bulu opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Alright, I went to dig a grave."

Can't say that he coveted the power of belief in the soul howling, wanted to quietly fish for a handful, but didn't fish for anything, and was so angry that his spirit was out of order, right?

"That's right, I knew it, and you said I slandered you." Gust laughed: "What's the situation now?"

"Ran away, ran into the forest on the mountain, can't find anyone, that forest is strange." Alan Bulu said.

Gust hesitated for a moment and said: "I'll tell you a secret. The Church of Light in the God Realm and the God of Life may have formed an alliance. The forest is strange, very likely because of the God of Life."

If Anthony heard Gust's words, he would definitely jump and scold again. The only ones who knew he had a connection with the God of Life were the Warlock Alliance. Needless to say, it must be the Warlock Alliance that sold this news to Gust.

Alan Bulu blinked, not knowing how to react. Many news about the God Realm came from a "Hero Biography of the God Realm." Who knows if the things on it are true?

Even if it is true, the description of the God of Life on it is not very detailed. How can it be certain that the strangeness of the forest is caused by the God of Life?

"Then what should we do now?" Alan Bulu asked.

"What else, surround it first. Is the flat land in front reclaimed farmland? Let's go and see." Gust said.

Alan Bulu said dismissively: "What's there to see? Things made by these light running dogs, it's uncomfortable to look at them one more time, just destroy them."

"Destroy your head, don't even think about it. When His Majesty knows you have this idea, he will definitely punish you to pick up big dung. Do you want to take your black cavalry to the human city to collect big dung every day?" Gust scolded.

Alan Bulu shuddered and shook his head desperately. He knew that His Majesty could definitely do this kind of thing.

Obviously the Undead King, but he is very keen on farming. In those years, picking up dung, Gust and other old immortals often did it. Later, there were more people, so it was not Alan Bulu's turn.

"Then don't hurry to see, if things have been planted in the ground, you are responsible for watering it, don't dry to death." ===== CHAPTER 551 =====