Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 824: The weakness of the corpse puppet?

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Ye Qing lowered her eyebrows slightly, her eyes were covered with frost, and she sternly shouted: "Shut up! Now is not the time to fight, cheer me up and line up defense!"

The mercenaries of the Tianxia Regiment gathered the thoughts in their eyes, quickly lined up, and obeyed Ye Qingluo's instructions.

Nangong grabbed Nangonglin's arm and pushed her into Ye Fengru's arms, before sternly commanding: "The God Killing Mercenary Corps fully cooperate with the World Mercenary Corps!"

With an order, although the mercenaries had dissatisfaction in their hearts, they did not express their dissatisfaction.

The first condition of being a mercenary is to obey all orders.

The two groups of people have already prepared for the battle.

Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, squinted at the side of the thief who stood on one side and looked happy: "Come here."

The Thief Saint was still stretching his waist, hearing Ye Qingluo's words, flashed in front of her in the blink of an eye.

For such a gloomy place, the Pirate Capital has become accustomed to it.

Not to mention that he spent ten years in the dungeon, and he lived a dark and gloomy life.

He didn't go to the Castle of Death. Before being imprisoned, he had visited places like graves.

At this time, the Thief Saint, his face calmly walked towards Ye Qing.

Standing on the edge of the five trails, Saint Thief took out his ears: "Little girl, do you want me to 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.

Sacred Thief scratched his head again, his face was still sloppy and disapproving, but when he spoke, he was extremely serious.

"These five corpse puppets were made by the masters of the four major sects thousands of years ago. During the production process, they were made by absorbing the yin of heaven and earth and the grievances of the graves. They belong to high-level corpse puppets."

At this point, Ye Qingluo knew clearly, she nodded and didn't 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 the creatures. After the creatures are integrated with themselves, they can form the appearance of fused creatures."

For this reason, once these corpse puppets change.

They will do their best to compete for creatures and merge with themselves.

"The corpse puppet has weaknesses. The high-level corpse puppets that can be refined by the four masters have no weaknesses..."

The thief stroked the white flower's beard, sighed lightly, shook his head and said: "Ordinary corpse puppets, if they don’t absorb the yin qi or the ghost, they can’t continue to survive with the body of the corpse puppet. To deal with ordinary corpse puppets, it is enough to break them to absorb Yin Qi and Yin Soul."

"But... these five high-level corpse puppets have been guarding the graves of the mausoleum for thousands of years, plus the ghosts sent by the mysterious tomb robbers that have been coming from thousands of years. They have long been nourished to a point where they can continue to survive even after a thousand years."

The voice of Saint Thief was not loud, but in the silent and deep tomb, it was clearly heard by everyone.

Nangong's brilliant expression became darker and darker.

Zi Qianqian and Wei Beixun, who have been transmitted in the medal of the mercenary group, had the idea of ​​retreating quickly.

It’s just that this idea has just been spoken.

Ye Fengru, who originally held Nangonglin's waist, suddenly turned pale, his body convulsed, and he collapsed immediately.

He pressed his back against the rock wall behind him, and his five fingers clasped the direction of his heart.

"Ah..."

The sharp pain that began to swell after the heart was pierced and hit again.

An hour has come.

The poison in Ye Fengru's body reappeared in no time.

"Confucianism!" Zi Qianqian's beautiful eyebrows were frowned, and he squatted down to support Ye Fengru.

A trace of hatred flashed through her eyes.

They...have no option to retreat!

Damn the world group!