Necromancer Doomsday Walk

112 Ritual in the Demon's Cave

Going down one level at a time, I became more and more familiar with the control of the body of the Demonic Rat Man Skeleton Warrior.

Maybe it's dozens of meters underground, Tang Fan guessed, because he kept walking down and walked out for quite some time.

Although Tang Fan was very surprised in his heart, how could an underground staircase leading to such a deep place appear here in just a month or so, but now is not the time to think about it, because the Demon Rat Man Skeleton Warrior has already walked down the final step.

A ladder.

His eyes were red. Although it was not his own body, Tang Fan was still shocked by the sight in front of him.

In a daze, he felt like he was watching a magical movie. It was very wide here. He didn't know how many square meters it was, but it seemed like there was no end in sight. Looking up, it was very high, like a sky.

The most shocking thing is that the pillars stand tall, each one is tens of meters high and goes straight to the top.

Each of these pillars is about five or six meters in diameter, and none of them is flat and smooth. They are all covered with twisted purple-black arm-thick rattans, like long snakes entangled.

As if entangled on it.

It is as dense as a spider web, and also like the countless drooping branches of an old pine tree.

Shock, a feeling of shock from deep within, swept through his whole body, making Tang Fan feel a little unbelievable to be in this place. It was really unbelievable, this mysterious power that could not be explained clearly by science.

Each pillar is like a big tree, with countless vines either entwined or spreading over each other, as if forming a sky covering everything.

And from among the entangled vines, many weird vines extend out. They are like grape fruits growing on a grape trellis, all drooping.

Every sagging is a bag, either big or small.

The big one is larger than a person, while the small one is only as big as a fist.

These bags are all in the shape of rugby balls. Their appearance is made of purple-black rattan braided and twisted with finger-thickness. They are unusually mysterious and ferocious, and they are still wet, as if they have been soaked in something.

This turbid and viscous liquid looks like it has just been taken out, and it looks quite disgusting.

Plop... Plop...

Slight sounds came out intermittently and regularly from those big bags, just like the beating of human hearts. You can also see that the big bags expanded and contracted obviously with the beating sound, giving

Tang Fan felt as if there was some kind of mysterious life gestating inside.

Those small, fist-sized bags were like flowers and bones, motionless, making no sound, and not expanding or contracting.

Controlling the Demon Rat Man Skeleton Warrior, Tang Fan quickly flashed and turned into a white shadow, which flashed like lightning and appeared behind a thick rattan pillar. In his feeling, he was not discovered.

Stretching out his bone claws and touching the cane, Tang Fan could still feel a moist feeling, like the wet ground of a primeval forest. It was sticky. Fortunately, it was not the palm of his own body, otherwise this feeling would be...

It's really uncomfortable.

Standing under this huge pillar, looking up at the large bag hanging in the sky, I felt that inside the bag, there was a fluctuating aura belonging to living things, which was completely different from undead like skeletons.

Tang Fan discovered another wonderful way to replace the body. It was quite accurate to use the undead breath of the skeleton body to feel the breath fluctuations of living beings.

"What exactly is inside?"

Tang Fan thought to himself, and his interest was suddenly aroused. He wanted to know immediately what was beating like a heart in those big bags.

At this time, Tang Fan really wanted to get a big bag and see what was inside.

But he didn't dare to move casually, for fear of causing a big noise and exposing his whereabouts, which was inconsistent with Tang Fan's original intention.

After cautiously looking around, Tang Fan felt that the surrounding aura was fluctuating. He was sure that there was nothing else behind him, so he set off again. Another white shadow flashed past, and he appeared at another pillar to hide.

Time after time, continuous flickering and hiding, finally, Tang Fan relied on the undead characteristics of the skeleton and felt a lot of faint aura fluctuations coming from a distance that were unique to living beings.

neglect.

He set off again and appeared behind a pillar again. Finally, the fluctuations of the aura belonging to living creatures became clearer.

The undead are different from humans or other demons, etc.

Like Tang Fan and others, they sense the breath of the body, that is, whether it is the breath of a human being, a demon, a mutated creature, etc., while the undead seems simple and direct, there are only two types of undead or living beings.

A strange sound came from time to time, along with the mixed aura of creatures. The Demon Rat Man Skeleton Warrior secretly poked his head out and looked ahead with infrared vision, and a scene immediately came into view.

I saw a tall pillar dozens of meters away in front of me. Next to the pillar, stood a group of mysterious figures wearing black robes with no visible heads, no bodies, no hands and feet. They were all shrouded in

Light black mist.

There are eight in total, tightly surrounded by a circle, and in the middle of the circle is a stone bed.

At this time, a figure was lying on the stone bed. Through the vision of the Demon Rat Man Skeleton Warrior, we could see that the figure on the stone bed was still wrapped in a black cloth and was struggling constantly.

Astonishingly, it was the thing that had been brought behind the steel gate just now.

Only those eight mysterious black shadows were heard, raising their hands in unison. Their claws were covered in black robes and could not be seen. Then, strange sounds were heard one after another.

This sound is like chanting, with a mysterious rhythm, as if calling for something to appear.

At this time, a strange scene occurred.

I saw a fist-sized bag in the sky moving, as if it had gained life, and slowly extended downwards, aiming directly at the head of the struggling humanoid on the stone bed below.

Immediately afterwards, the end of the bag opened like a piranha, and something like a bloody mouth swallowed the humanoid head in one gulp, swallowing it up instantly.

You have all seen pythons devouring their prey, just like that, squirming bite by bite, swallowing the human figure, along with the black cloth.