Looking at Fang Heng's actions, Tan Shuo's heart was completely confused.
He couldn't help but whisper to his federal companions on the side, "Hey, what's going on with Fang Heng?"
"I'm not sure exactly, but I suspect he has special props on him."
Fellow Federation player Li Shaoqiang squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully: "In my judgment, it is probably the final reward that Fang Heng received 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, "Look, 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, so how could it be possible if he doesn't have any special props or skills?"
Tan Shuo swallowed, and there was 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 looks like a novice. He is using today's opportunity to level up in the Book of the Dead."
Li Shaoqiang gritted his teeth as he spoke, looking very unhappy, "We are unlucky when we meet him this time. Anyway, let's ignore him and continue to practice our skills."
"Um."
Tan Shuo nodded again after hearing this.
His heart was very confused.
This world is really unfair.
He worked hard to practice basic necromancy for six or seven years before he made some progress.
Where are they?
A few short months were worth his years of hard work.
Tan Shuo took a deep breath, tried again to throw away the confusing emotions in his mind, sat down again, and continued to control 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, making it much more difficult to capture red souls than before.
trouble!
Tan Shuo could only admit that he was unlucky.
He decided not to look at Fang Heng anymore, and just pretended that Fang Heng didn't exist, and concentrated on absorbing his soul again.
Time passes minute by second.
Tan Shuo found that high-level souls were becoming increasingly difficult to capture.
From the first minute, to the next two minutes, three minutes...
With great difficulty, it took him nearly 10 minutes this time to gradually guide a high-level soul into the Book of the Dead.
Seeing that the soul is about to be sucked in...
what's the situation?!
Tan Shuo frowned.
The soul that had been sucked into the Book of the Dead with half its foot was suddenly pulled out of the Book of the Dead and flew back.
Could it be Fang Heng again?
Are you not letting anyone play anymore?!
Tan Shuo's mentality suddenly exploded.
He stopped controlling the Book of the Dead and looked back at Fang Heng's location.
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 him were wildly involved in the whirlpool!
White, blue, red...
Even half of the red soul that Tan Shuo had just absorbed was affected by the soul vortex formed in Fang Heng's hand, and was forcibly taken away by the soul vortex controlled by Fang Heng!
What made Tan Shuo feel even more horrified was that the soul vortex in Fang Heng's hand was still accelerating and expanding!
Tan Shuo opened his mouth, but was speechless for a long time.
He looked around and suddenly realized that he was not the worst off.
The two necromancy scholars sitting closest to Fang Heng were the most miserable. They had been affected by Fang Heng a few hours ago, and the souls surrounding them were all sucked into the soul vortex created by Fang Heng.
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.
Among them was 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 admitted his fear.
"Yeah, you're awesome, I'll get out of the way."
Saying helplessly and angrily, Tan Shuo picked up the Book of the Dead on the ground, fled Fang Heng far away, and ran to gather 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 was greatly reduced, and he opened his eyes suddenly.
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 consecutive hours of grinding, coupled with the heavy mental blow from Fang Heng, the mental state of the other necromancy scholars was not very good. They shrugged their heads one by one and dragged their heavy footsteps out of the wailing hall.
.
Different from the cheers 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.
He had been suffering for 72 consecutive hours, but Fang Heng was still in good spirits.
"Pity……"
Fang Heng murmured to himself.
It would be great if he could be given another 72 hours. Then he could absorb souls even faster, and the level of the Book of the Dead could continue to increase. By then, it is estimated that he would have a chance to gain 10,000 talent points.
Arrived.
What a pity! What a pity!
Anyway, a small wailing hall has been set up in the prison, and you can continue to earn talent points.
Now that the basic level of necromancy has reached LV:10, it is better to quickly ask how spiritualism is played 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 now in the reception room on the fourth floor with Mr. Mo Yunxiao. If it is convenient for you
, I will take you to see them now, okay?"
"Um?"
Important guest?
Fang Heng frowned, feeling confused.
He knows too few people in this world.
"Okay, please take me there, thank you."
"Please come with me."
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