Nightmare Card House

After hearing this, several high-level mages thought about it and nodded.

Although this is not the most perfect solution, it seems fair at the moment. The first person obviously has a considerable advantage, but judging from this breath, it is not so easy to control the treasure within one minute.

"That's good. If there are several treasures, each person can only take one in turn." The old man thought about it, nodded and added a little, and continued: "If there is no objection, we will sort it out now, don't waste time."

There are not many mages who practice the undead system. These people know each other well. According to their qualifications and abilities, they quickly arranged a ranking. Mr. Gu and another seventh-level mage are naturally ranked at the front.

After deciding the ranking, the two of them took the lead and continued to lead the way forward.

Joyce retreated and guided the team to continue moving forward. Obviously, he was not very satisfied with the arrangement of these people.

They, the younger generation, were ranked in the fourth round, which means that they had to wait for the sixth and seventh-level magicians to grab three rounds before they could get their turn.

Just kidding, there's no way you can find any treasure.

Along the way, Joyce cursed in a low voice.

Fang Tian shook his head and said, "Hey, Joyce, don't be angry, it's useless to be angry, weak strength is a sin in itself."

Joyce glanced at Fang Tian, ​​"You have a good attitude, I feel unhappy when I think that I have wasted so much effort later."

"I'm not in a good mood, in fact, I'm more pessimistic than you."

"What? Pessimistic?" Joyce didn't quite understand what Fang Tian meant.

"I'm just wondering, are you so confident that you can walk to the center of the swamp and find that treasure?"

"Don't underestimate yourself." Joyce curled his lips and said, "With so many high-level necromancers present, and with the help of the Corruption Wave, there are many undead creatures here, but there should be no problem entering the central area."

"I have a hunch that this time it won't be that easy."

Fang Tian shook his head. He had gone deep into the wasteland. In the depths, the dense skeleton creatures were simply astonishing.

As the team went deeper, Joyce finally understood what Fang Tian meant. The dense undead creatures in front blocked the entire team's progress. Although the Corruption Wave could affect the undead creatures, there were too many densely packed undead. They stood there swaying, still blocking the progress of everyone.

"Crow's Mouth." Joyce glanced at Fang Tian and said, "Good things don't work, but bad things do."

Joyce waved his hand, signaling the necromancers behind to move forward and use brute force to get rid of these annoying undead creatures blocking the intersection.

These undead creatures were only affected by the Corruption Spirit Waves, and their movements were temporarily affected. After being attacked, they would still break free from the state of confusion and attack the necromancers.

So, the speed of everyone's progress became slower.

Fang Tian spread his hands, he had expected this scene a long time ago.

In order to preserve his strength, Fang Tian had no intention of taking action and followed the team forward.

However, Fang Tian thought that the Corruption Spirit Waves were a good thing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Tian closed his eyes slightly and felt the mental power fluctuations coming from his body.

After carefully sensing the waves, Fang Tian realized the mystery contained in the waves.

The mental power fluctuations were arranged in an orderly manner, forming a soft and beautiful movement in Fang Tian's sea of ​​consciousness.

Only when he closed his eyes and carefully comprehended and analyzed, Fang Tian discovered that the group of sixth- and seventh-level necromancers in front of him were not simply paddling around.

They were cooperating.

In fact, everyone had their own division of labor, and each person's mental power fluctuations were printed on a note, guided by two seventh-level necromancers, cooperating together to form an ensemble.

If there were any abnormalities or breakpoints in the ensemble, it would affect the effect of the entire movement.

Gorgeous movement.

Two seventh-level necromancers led the movement.

However, Fang Tian clearly heard the sense of disharmony in the movement.

Several notes were deviated, destroying the beauty.

This is the disadvantage of the ensemble. There are dozens of main personnel participating in the performance, not to mention the more than 20 mental fluctuations that were mixed in and added to the chaos. The lack of coordination in the coordination and the uncontrollable rhythm had a significant impact on the overall effect of the entire movement.

Fang Tian shook his head. He realized the imperfection of the movement, but there was no way to make it perfect.

What the hell, what does this have to do with me?

This piece of music is quite useful, I'll write it down for now, maybe it will be useful in the future.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

Through his mental power, Fang Tian tried to remember every note of this piece of music, and finally recorded the entire piece of music in his mind.

Memorizing through the sea of ​​consciousness is like engraving, there is no need to worry about forgetting.

In theory, it is not so easy to distinguish and record the fluctuations of mental power.

But in actual operation, Fang Tian found that doing so did not seem as difficult as he imagined.

Joyce didn't know what Fang Tian was doing. Seeing him being lazy so openly, he couldn't help but curl his lips. He thought, anyway, it was estimated that even if he entered the deep fire of the wasteland, it would not benefit him. Why did he work so hard? Isn't this stupid?

If he knew that Fang Tian would try to reverse the prelude of the dead in this situation, he would be so shocked that his eyes would pop out.

You know, it took him more than a month to learn the prelude of the dead.

After all, for a necromancer, the prelude of the dead is the entry of the entry.

Suddenly, Fang Tian opened his eyes.

In a short moment, he had completed the recording of the entire chapter.

In fact, the entire chapter is not difficult. After all, it is only the most basic movement. Every necromancer's entry has only three paragraphs back and forth, and they are played back and forth.

Looking around, Fang Tian licked his lips and itched for a while.

No one noticed him, so he might as well try to play the movement on the spot.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian stopped controlling the ghouls and closed his eyes again, concentrating on activating his mental power.

The fluctuations of mental power were released along the sea of ​​consciousness and joined the performance of the movement.

Joyce noticed Fang Tian's actions and thought that this guy couldn't tell a word of truth. He just said that they didn't understand the Corruption Spirit Waves, but it hasn't been a day yet, and he turned around and started playing.

Speaking of which, this way of joining the performance and slacking off is not bad. After all, among so many people, no one can tell the ownership of these chaotic forces except the leading forces.