Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, his charming eyes were covered with frost, and he shouted sharply: "Shut up! Now is not the time to quarrel, cheer me up and line up to defend!"
The mercenaries of the Tianxia regiment put away the thoughts in their eyes, quickly lined up, and obeyed Ye Qingluo's instructions.
Nangong Feiran grabbed Nangong Lin's arm, pushed her into Ye Fengru's arms, and immediately ordered sharply: "The Killing God Mercenary Group fully cooperates with the World Mercenary Group!"
As soon as the order was given, the mercenaries were dissatisfied in their hearts, but they did not show it.
The first condition of being a mercenary is to obey all orders.
The two gangs are ready to fight.
Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes, and squinted at the robber saint who was standing beside him with a happy expression: "Come here."
Thief Saint was still stretching his waist, and when he heard Ye Qingluo's words, he flashed in front of her in the blink of an eye.
For this kind of gloomy place, Thief Saint is already used to it.
Not to mention that he was imprisoned in the dungeon for ten years, and he lived a dark and gloomy life.
Even if he didn't go to the Castle of the God of Death, before he was imprisoned, he had visited places similar to the tomb.
At this moment, Thief Saint walked towards Ye Qingluo calmly.
Standing on the edge of the five trails, the thief sage picked out his ears: "Little girl, do you need my help so soon?"
"What's the weakness of the corpse puppet?" Ye Qing gave him a blank look, she was not in the mood to joke with him now.
Thief Saint scratched the back of his head again, his face was still loose and disapproving, but his words were extremely serious.
"These five corpse puppets are corpse puppets jointly produced by the suzerains of the four major sects thousands of years ago. During the production process, they were made by absorbing the yin energy of the world and the resentment of the graveyard. They belong to high-level corpse puppets."
This point, Ye Qingluo was clear, she nodded and did not speak.
"After thousands of years, these corpse puppets only have a skeleton frame left. If they want to restore their human form, they have to absorb creatures. After merging the creatures with themselves, they can form the appearance of a fused creature."
Therefore, once these corpse puppets change.
They will do everything they can to compete with creatures and fuse with themselves.
"Corpse puppets have weaknesses, but high-level corpse puppets that can be jointly refined by the four major masters have no weaknesses..."
Robber stroked the white beard, sighed softly, shook his head and said: "Ordinary corpse puppets, if they don't absorb Yin Qi or ghosts, they can't survive with the body of corpse puppets. Puppet, it’s enough to cut them off to absorb Yin Qi and ghosts.”
"But... these five high-level corpse puppets have been guarding the mausoleum king's tomb for thousands of years, and the ghosts sent up by the mysterious tomb robbers who have been pouring in for thousands of years have already nourished them. Become... even after another thousand years, they can continue to survive."
Robber's voice was not loud, but in the silent and deep tomb, it was clearly heard by everyone.
Nangong Fei's expression became darker and darker.
Zi Qianqian and Wei Beilie had already transmitted voices in the mercenary regiment's medal, thinking of retreating quickly.
It's just that this idea has just been said.
Ye Fengru, who was originally holding Nangong Lin's waist, suddenly turned pale, his body twitched, and immediately fell limp.
He pressed his back against the rock wall behind him, and clasped his fingers in the direction of his heart.
"ah… "
The severe pain that began to swell after the needle was pierced in the heart struck again.
An hour has arrived.
The poison in Ye Fengru's body flared up again in no time.
"Ru!" Zi Qianqian frowned her pretty eyebrows, and squatted down to support Ye Fengru.
A trace of hatred flashed in her eyes.
They... have no option to retreat at all!
Damn the world group!