The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0180 Don't mess with me

Li Xun turned around and returned to the sleeping place. If his guess is correct, the Undead Council wants to use his spiritual connection with Siris to catch him, or at least find his location. Under such circumstances, neither Eternal Night City nor Undercity can be easily leaked, and the Sleeping Land is separated by a plane, which is relatively safer.

After dispatching troops and generals, the Land of Sleeping temporarily stopped and began to shrink its troops, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Li Xun sensed it, the furthest eyeliner that had been thrown out some time ago had already traveled more than 30,000 miles, and it was it.

On the desolate small mound, there is a short tree that has been dead for a long time. A white bone skeleton is wandering here aimlessly. energy, it has completed a space positioning.

There was a cracking sound like a tearing sound, and a small space crack opened 3 feet above the bone skull. With the turbulent flow of the space inside, the dead tree facing the space crack was silently reduced to powder , was sent to the distance by the turbulent flow. A pair of tender little hands suddenly protruded from the space crack, grabbed the edge of the crack and tore it violently, a piercing sound of cracking sounded, and the space crack became a dark void passage that could allow a person to pass through.

Immediately, two people stepped out from this void passage.

Angelet, a psion with white eyebrows and white beard holding a long staff, and a pink and white human girl appeared on the mound.

"That's right here! I'm worried about connecting across the air in the city. Even if there is a dark sky, it's not very safe. This kind of wilderness is the safest place!" Angelet was clearly an old man, but when he spoke, he spoke with a clear and youthful face. human voice.

You Nu shrugged: "You decide. I'll go and look around, you are in charge of security here!"

The former sentence was directed at Angelet, while the latter sentence was directed at the shadow behind Angelet. After saying that, he grabbed the kneeling bone skeleton and ran straight to the distance with one hand. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Angelet (Li Xun) looked around, but didn't see any living things that could interfere with him, so he bent down and carefully drew the soul circle. A quarter of an hour later, when it was done, Angelet put ten soul crystals into some key nodes, and sat cross-legged into them himself.

Angelet adjusted his breath and stabilized his mental power. When it reached its peak state, Wudi's mental power condensed into a sharp thorn, piercing the space barrier in front of him along a mysterious arc and throwing it to infinity.

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Klein Continent, Norvis Principality, Pierpont.

In a spacious residence of the Principality's Masters Association, Siris was reading a book while stroking her forehead at the desk. It has been two hours, and the book has not turned a single page. Siris's eyes are empty, and the focus is not on the book at all.

Xi Lisi's delicate and beautiful face was full of sorrow, but she also had an unyielding stubbornness, and there was always a completely unconscious sigh in her mouth.

Suddenly, she straightened her waist, her face was cloudy and cloudy, and she felt the familiar soul wave. After thinking for a moment, Siris let go of her defenses and welcomed the stream of consciousness.

"You shouldn't have come!" Siris reminded anxiously.

"Hehe, little girl. If I don't come, isn't the pressure all on you? Then why am I willing?" Angelet couldn't bear the beauty's suffering, and couldn't help joking.

"You..." Helisi never expected that an old man who could be her grandfather could say such a tone, she couldn't help but her face turned red, and she gave her a hard look.

Only then did Angelet realize that his tone was inappropriate, he laughed and played a cutscene, and then asked, "Isn't it very lively in your place? Have you ever suffered anything?"

"I don't know." Siris sighed with infinite melancholy: "I have been persuaded to stay in the secret room of the Mage Association during this time, and I don't know anything about the outside world. But they are so strict in monitoring here, It is absolutely impossible to just target me, a little princess in exile!"

"Yeah, of course it's not against you. They want me. Little girl, you know, it's so lively outside now. The Undead Council has already named you from the Principality of Novus, and launched countless The low-level undead besieging the Thunder Fortress is full of momentum. Do you regret it later?"

"I don't regret it! The Undead Council has a blood feud with me, as long as it makes them uncomfortable, I am willing to do it, and I will not regret it in this life!" Siris said firmly, her tone clear and crisp. "Master, you should leave quickly, and don't contact me again in the future. As long as you can kill a few more undead, I will never regret it!"

"No hurry, no hurry, let's say a few more words! If you don't say a few more words, how can I let them find me!" Angelet laughed loudly, and there was a sense of heroism in his old voice.

"Uh..." Siris stopped admonishing her speechlessly, and couldn't help but develop some confidence in this mysterious master.

...

When the undisguised projection of the soul came through the air, the whole Pierpont boiled.

Of course, common people, officials and aristocrats, and even ordinary mages are completely ignorant and still live their normal lives. However, in countless dark corners and in countless secret rooms of mansions, all kinds of spell fluctuations erupted instantly, most of them were of detection nature, but also of prophecy nature, and even a few skilled people boldly used their own His thoughts were betting on that wave, and stuck to it tightly.

It is easy to come, but difficult to leave.

Although there are no legend-level powerhouses here, there are as many as 11 archmage-level masters. Even if all the archmages of the Principality of Novus are gathered together, this number is not enough. The means used are also varied, making people defenseless. These people are even more fearless, and they are not afraid of being noticed by others. They clearly want to find out the location of this psion. Perhaps they are more concerned about the plane coordinates of the undead world.

There are no fools who cast spells, and they have already guessed 100% of the psion's attack and smuggling. Since the other party sneaked under the eyes of the Undead Council with such confidence, they must have perfect follow-up means, so all major forces in the Klein Continent are doing their best to search for the whereabouts of this psion. As long as you find him, no matter if it is coercion or lure, or steel knife neck, you will always find a common ground of interests.

But after some disturbance, all the forces in the mainland got nothing. This psion seems to not exist at all, and there is no trace of clues to be found. If it weren't for the testimony of the two legendary mages, everyone doubted whether there was such a guy in the world. Of course, some people suspected that this psion was most likely disguised by a strong man. After all, the birth of a strong man requires constant self-sharpening, and it is impossible to become a legend in one breath. This makes the search even more difficult.

The brightest clue is actually a princess in distress who has maintained a soul connection with her.

Therefore, some capable forces sent strong men to sneak into Pierpont during this period, just waiting for the moment when the psionist contacted the princess.

Unexpectedly, it really made them wait until this day.

Dozens of detection circles were operating at full capacity, with more than a dozen consciousness waves carrying them. Hundreds or even thousands of people quietly listened to the old and the young talking about the mountains, chatting about the weather, and telling jokes.

Impressed. These great mages all gave a thumbs up and secretly screamed.

With the shock of Pierpont's current mana and the confusion of the stream of consciousness, it is impossible for this spiritual master not to know. Doesn't he worry about how to get out? Isn't he afraid that the return of his consciousness will reveal his position?

If you know all of them, and you can chat here without changing your face, then you really deserve to be called a master who plays with the mind. Just relying on this invincible spirit is enough to become an unrivaled powerhouse.

Angelet talked for a while longer, and felt that the guests were almost complete, so he said goodbye to Siris.

Although Siris couldn't feel the changes in the outside world, her intuition let her know that today's things must not be good, so she could only send her sincere blessings to the spiritual master.

Angelet's stream of consciousness exited Siris's mind, and hovered over Pierpont. Its operation lost its agility and swiftness when it first came, and was as heavy and stagnant as a broken cart.

Good guy, how many private goods have been squeezed!

More than a dozen consciousness fluctuations and dozens of spell tracking and traction are all carried on Angelet's stream of consciousness, making it clear that he is going to be a villain.

A soul language that shocked Pierpont suddenly resounded, and all the creatures staying within ten miles of Pierpont "heard" this sentence through soul induction.

"Come if you are brave enough, I will wait for you!"

With an acceleration, Angelet's stream of consciousness dragged many passengers away through the air.

Hmph, do you think you can run away like this?

Many strong men who have endured have sneered. Yes, when it comes to teleportation across space and consciousness projection, we are indeed not as quick as you, but with the help of magic circles, rituals, and high-level magic items, it is not impossible to do it at all. If you want to get rid of us based on this, there is no way !

In an instant, Pierpont's mana surged everywhere, and under the blessing of various means, many consciousnesses also broke through the barriers of space and chased away.

With the previously attached consciousness fluctuations as a guide, this so-called spiritual master cannot escape our pursuit.

The movement of consciousness in the space gap is quiet and silent, dodging the ups and downs of the turbulent void, and rushing towards a certain direction with a speed that cannot be detected by the naked eye.

Soon, the consciousness of the crowd caught up with the slow-moving spiritual master.

Before they tried to chase them any closer, they found that the consciousness of those strong people attached to the stream of consciousness of the spiritual master fluctuated violently, as if they had seen something extremely frightening.

Immediately afterwards, they saw ripples in the originally quiet space around them, and a mighty space storm was sweeping towards them, and the stream of consciousness they were tracking suddenly turned around and counterattacked. A shocking laugh: "Leave them here for me!"

Silent and violent shocks surged, and the stream of consciousness of the spiritual master exploded near them. The space folds caused caused everyone's consciousness to be stuck in place, unable to move, and they could only watch helplessly as the space storm rushed towards them.

It took a long time before the space storm moved to the distance, and the place where everyone was was clean and empty.