Chapter 527 Mentality exploded
Looking at Fang Heng’s actions, Tan Shuo’s heart was completely confused.
He couldn't help but whispered to his federal companions on the side, "Hey, what's going on with Fang Heng?"
"I don't know the details, but I suspect he has something wrong with him. Special props.”
Companion Li Shaoqiang, who is also a federal player, squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully: "In my judgment, it is probably the final reward that Fang Heng got for clearing the eighth area before. I have heard people say that the final reward for clearing the level is very good. .”
"That's why he suddenly chose to come to the Undead Researchers Association and choose the undead system to study." Li Shaoqiang continued to analyze, "You see, the speed at which he is absorbing souls has definitely reached level 10 of basic undead. Ordinary people can learn this." He hasn't even gotten started in five or six years. How can it be possible if he doesn't have any special props or skills?"
Tan Shuo swallowed, with a slight bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
Although Li Shaoqiang’s serious analysis had never been reliable before, this time he felt that Li Shaoqiang’s analysis was very reasonable.
"Judging from his previous performances, he is just like a novice. He is now using this opportunity to brush up the level of the Book of the Dead."
Li Shaoqiang said He gritted his teeth and looked very unhappy, "We are unlucky when we meet him this time. Anyway, let's ignore him and continue to practice ours."
"Yeah."
Tan Shuo nodded again when he heard this.
His heart was very confused.
This world is really unfair.
It took him six or seven years of hard work to practice basic necromancy before he made some progress.
What about others?
Just a few months were worth his years of hard training.
Tan Shuo took a deep breath, tried again to throw away the confusing emotions in his mind, sat down again, and continued to manipulate the Book of the Dead to absorb high-level souls.
“Gan!”
As soon as he sat down and prepared to absorb the soul, Tan Shuo noticed something was wrong and cursed in his heart.
He turned back to look in Fang Heng's direction again.
Affected by the small soul vortex created by Fang Heng, many red souls in the wailing hall sensed danger and stayed away from Fang Heng.
Including him, seven or eight necromancy scholars who were relatively close to Fang Heng were affected. It was much more difficult to capture the red soul than before.
Trouble!
Tan Shuo can only admit that he is unlucky.
He decided not to look at Fang Heng anymore. He just pretended that Fang Heng didn't exist and concentrated on absorbing his soul again.
Time passes minute by minute.
Tan Shuo found that high-level souls were becoming increasingly difficult to capture.
From the first minute, to the next two minutes, three minutes...
It took him nearly 10 minutes to gradually guide a high-level soul into the deceased. book.
Seeing that the soul is about to be sucked in...
What's going on? !
Tan Shuo frowned.
The soul, half of which had been sucked into the Book of the Dead, was forcibly pulled out of the Book of the Dead and flew back.
Is it Fang Heng again?
Are you still not letting people play? !
Tan Shuo's mentality suddenly exploded.
He stopped controlling the Book of the Dead and looked back towards where Fang Heng was.
This...
Tan Shuo never thought that he would see such a scene one day. He was so shocked that he lost his grip on the Book of the Dead and fell to the ground.
At this time, the Book of the Dead in Fang Heng's hand had created a large soul vortex!
All the souls around are being wildly involved in the whirlpool!
White, blue, red...
Even the red soul that Tan Shuo had just absorbed half of was affected by the soul vortex formed in Fang Heng's hand, and was forcefully absorbed by Fang Heng. Taken away by the soul vortex controlled by Heng!
What makes Tan Shuo feel even more horrified is that the soul vortex in Fang Heng's hand is still accelerating and expanding!
Tan Shuo opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time.
He looked around and suddenly realized that he was not the worst off.
The two necromancy scholars seated closest to Fang Heng are the most miserable. They had been affected by Fang Heng a few hours ago, and the souls surrounding them were all created by Fang Heng. Swirl inhaled.
The necromancy scholars who were originally sitting near Fang Heng were forced to move. The remaining dozen or so people were crowded in another corner, far away from Fang Heng, looking weak, pitiful, and hugging each other for warmth. appearance.
Including his federal companion, Li Shaoqiang.
Seeing that other necromancy scholars were not much better, Tan Shuo felt a little better.
“Oh, I really can’t play this game anymore.”
Tan Shuo smiled bitterly and gave up.
“Yes, you are awesome, I will get out of the way.”
Said helplessly and angrily, Tan Shuo picked up the Book of the Dead on the ground, fled from Fang Heng far away, and ran Go get together with other necromancy scholars.
...
As the purple light gradually stopped, the magic circle in the hall also gradually stopped operating.
The power of the vortex formed by Fang Heng through the Book of the Dead suddenly weakened.
The power of the soul is rapidly recovering.
The red and blue souls quickly broke away from the control of Fang Heng's Book of the Dead vortex, leaving only the white soul unable to break free and was still sucked into the vortex.
It's just that the speed at which they are sucked in is significantly slower.
Fang Heng felt that the speed of absorbing souls had been greatly reduced, and he opened his eyes quickly.
It’s over so soon! ?
72 hours disappeared in the blink of an eye?
It feels like only a dozen hours have passed...
Fang Heng curled his lips, looking like he still had something to say.
Immersed in the joy of liver skills, Fang Heng rarely felt that time passed as fast as it does now.
The door to the Wailing Hall was slowly opened.
After 72 hours of continuous grinding, coupled with the heavy mental blow from Fang Heng, the mental state of the other necromancy scholars was not very good. They all shrugged their heads and dragged Heavy footsteps left the wailing hall.
Different from the laughter and laughter at the end of the trials in the Wailing Hall in the past, this time, everyone was silent.
No one was in the mood to say a word.
Fang Heng was still in good spirits even after working hard for 72 consecutive hours.
"What a pity..."
Fang Heng muttered to himself.
If only he could be given another 72 hours, his speed of absorbing souls could be even faster, and the level of the Book of the Dead could continue to increase, and it would be estimated to reach 10,000 points by then. It is also possible to do this with talent points.
pity! What a shame!
Forget it, a small wailing hall has been set up in the prison anyway, and you can continue to earn talent points.
Now that the elementary level of Necromancy has reached LV: 10, it is better to quickly ask how Spiritualism works and go back to complete the main mission in the seventh area.
While thinking, Fang Heng followed the flow of people out of the wailing hall.
"Mr. Fang Heng, please wait a moment."
At the door, the waiter who had been prepared stretched out his hand to stop Fang Heng.
"Mr. Fang Heng, Mr. Mo Yunxiao asked me to tell you that there is an important guest who wants to see you. He has been waiting for you for a day. He is currently meeting with Mr. Mo Yunxiao on the fourth floor. Guest room, if it’s convenient for you, can I take you to see them now?”
“Huh?”
Important guest?
Fang Heng frowned, confused.
He knew too few people in this world.
"Okay, please take me there, thank you."
"Please follow me." (End of this chapter)