Uman, these orcs, did not have any favorable feelings towards humans in the first place, and he was even more indifferent to the several people who had their acupoints sealed, "What on earth could have caused Thorpe to lose his life without even having the chance to use the scroll." The scroll was activated by mental power, and Uman couldn't imagine what could have killed Thorpe without even turning a single thought.
Wick stroked the massive iron rod in his hand, "Perhaps a strange magic beyond our comprehension? Wraiths?" It really made Wick talk, these Knight Spirits and Essence Souls were indeed incomprehensible in this world.
Sikong Haoxuan ignored the comments of the several orcs, raising his hand a dark green symbol made of flames was imprinted into Thorpe who stood rigidly in the distance.
Several people had their acupoints closed, Blue Miller seemed to have fewer scruples, seeing Sikong Haoxuan's actions he asked, "Young Lord, what are you doing?"
Satisfied, he gave Blue Miller a look. Sikong Haoxuan knew that through the stimulation of the tense atmosphere during this period of time, these few beastmen slowly recovered the spirituality of being a sorcerer's slave, and had less coy fear.
"Seal off his soul, otherwise it will dissipate in a while." Though Blue Miller knew little about the soul and did not understand how it could be closed, he did not voice any further inquiries after all.
Balon held the huge sword that was mortared on the ground with one hand, and pointed at the several people whose acupoints had been closed with one hand, "Young Lord, why don't we throw a few more people over there and give it a try?" Emotionally, this lion didn't even consider the few people who had taken on most of the battle for many days as companions.
The several people who had their acupoints sealed, cursed these damned beastmen in their hearts, and even cursed Sikong Haoxuan who had sneaked up on them. If it was just to stop them from risking their lives, then the purpose should have been achieved at this point, but Sikong Haoxuan did not have the slightest intention of unlocking their acupoints.
After staring at the passageway in front of him for half a day, and still not sensing a single soul fluctuation, Sikong Haoxuan sighed helplessly in his heart, "Although you guys are pitiful, and all that you have are just fragments of souls that are left behind, but you are in my way, so don't blame me."
Essence Souls and Li Prana, are soul shadows formed by borrowing the grudges of living beings before their deaths, they are one of the most pitiful forms of life in the world, and all that is in the remnant fragments of their souls are the disinterestedness and fear before their deaths. The only meaning of their existence in the world is to take away the anger, they are just some pathetic and unable to independent soul fragments.
The crystal ball appeared out of thin air beside the frozen Thorpe, along with the obscure witch words, many weird witch words appeared on the crystal ball, a kind of suction force that non-witches could not perceive filled the crystal ball, countless souls and souls could not resist this order that came from the depths of their souls, and they were all taken into the crystal ball from the stone wall pattern.
In this kind of rare place, Sikong Haoxuan originally didn't want to disturb these poor soul fragments, but they blocked the path that shouldn't be blocked, so the only meaning of their existence disappeared, being ingested by the crystal of the Soul Witch can also be said that they simply disappeared. Once again they will appear they will become a tool, a tool inscribed with the will of the Great Witch.
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Retrieving the crystal ball, Sikong Haoxuan lifted his steps and walked inside, Nan Xing followed closely behind him with his eyes closed. Although the four beastmen were not sure what had happened, they knew that the danger within the passageway had been broken by the Young Lord.
The six living people who had their acupoints sealed watched with bated breath as Sikong Haoxuan and his party disappeared at the end of the passageway. Karis was horrified, ''I didn't see that a young heart would be so ruthless. Obviously we discovered his secret, and he has no intention of letting us get out alive. Humph, the Elder's Pavilion will definitely return justice to us, Sikong Haoxuan with his evil power, we are waiting for you wherever the God of the Underworld is." Seeing that Sikong Haoxuan had left them in the passageway, the hearts of the six were clear about the reason behind this, they were after all martial artists and mages who had reached the realm of the Dawn Moon, and had wisdom and insight that surpassed that of ordinary people.
Sure enough not far ahead was the exit of the passageway, the group walked out of the passageway and were stunned by the sight they saw.
The ground made of secret silver was carved with exquisite and detailed patterns, and stepping on it did not have the hardness and coldness of metal at all. Seven pillars carved out of amethyst led to the top, supporting the entire space, and the pillars were carved with all sorts of strange creatures.
At the bottom of the amethyst pillars were scattered piles of various kinds of magic cores. Magic core is a variety of magical beasts in the body of the crystallization, in the continent's use is very wide, as the continent's hardest currency magic core here is so cheap.
Balon even iron sword fell to the ground are not consciously, unconsciously muttered, "treasure, really is a treasure."
"Young Lord, it seems that this is indeed the treasure of the Mima Dynasty, there is no other dynasty in the continent that is able to gather such a large number of extremely high quality magic cores." Uman said to Sikong Haoxuan.
After the words trailed off, Uman felt that there was some abnormality and slightly probed forward to take a look, only to see Sikong Haoxuan's eyes glowing with excitement, staring straight at the magic cores underneath the seven pillars, and the corners of his mouth appeared to have some water stains. Uman hastily withdrew his own gaze, admonishing himself in his mind, "It must be a case of blurred vision, it's impossible for the Young Lord to have such an idiotic expression."
Blue Miller, who had the sharpest eyes, discovered that at the end of the huge space was the imperial throne made of unknown metal, the golden throne exuded an inexplicable aura, revealing its extraordinary nature. A body has long been dry old man sitting on top of the throne, but from his flickering eye sockets can be seen, he seems to have life.
With a slight alarm in his heart, Blue Miller gently touched Sikong Haoxuan and pointed ahead, "Young Lord, there seems to be a living person in front of us."
"Living people." This word caused Sikong Haoxuan to wake up from his masturbation, causing him to remember that he was still in a space with unknown dangers at this point in time, and secretly despised himself in his heart, "Fussing over such a bit of wealth." Looking in the direction of Blue Miller's finger.
The front was a blur, "Go over and take a look." No one but Blue Miller could see what was in front of them clearly at such a distance.
The throne in front of them was so gorgeous, the magic cores dotted on it made it impossible for the crowd to distinguish their types, and it was estimated that the magical beasts with these magic cores had long been extinct. Sikong Haoxuan can be sure that the casting of the throne of the metal is never gold, its crystal light is not gold that kind of vulgar, piercing light can be compared.
A powerful soul, a powerful soul that has lost its life bearer. Sikong Haoxuan sensed that there was a powerful soul in the long-decayed dry corpse sitting on the throne.
Sikong Haoxuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the dry body in front of him with interest, such a powerful soul in this world, or the first time I saw it. Although he could not be compared to himself towards, he was indeed very powerful, I am afraid that he was even more powerful than the soul of a Patriarch.
"It's been a thousand years, a thousand years since someone was finally able to enter here. Brave adventurers, you will inherit the vast treasures of this Yama Dynasty." The dryad with glittering eyes, its old voice echoed within this luxurious space.
The four orcs' eyes were filled with excitement, inheriting the entire treasure of the Yima Dynasty? Oh my god ......