nbsp; ("White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, listen to the call of my ancestor of the resentful spirits, dedicate your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship to me!"
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The path of bones is winding and winding, and the end is vaguely visible, but it seems to have no end.
I don’t know how many turns I’ve turned and how many bones I’ve trampled, but everyone’s minds gradually relaxed.
Just when everyone began to feel irritable about the endless path of bones, the hazy mist on both sides of the path suddenly revealed a picture.
The picture is like cloth, undulating with the wind, hidden in the mist but emerging from time to time. It is a bit illusory, but also seems to be extremely real, as if it is a story that happened on this land, traveling through time and space, and is being performed around everyone.
Above the picture, in the unclear years and unknown eras, we can see countless people and horses fighting on a land filled with wind and sand, under the gloomy sky. The war horses were neighing, the war spears were flashing with sharp light, and countless sharp crossbow arrows pierced the sky, piercing blood flowers on the cold armor, dyeing the sky red.
The person in front fell, and the people behind quickly made up for it, without any hesitation or retreat; the soldier was cut into his arm by a sharp iron knife, and then used the other one to strike the next blow; the knight was rotated at high speed The crossbow arrow pierced his chest and took the horse off his horse. Before he died, he would throw out the spear and pierce the enemy in front.
The flash of swords and flying flesh turned this place into a hell, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and broken arms and limbs everywhere. The air was filled with pungent blood; the ground was flowing with dark red.
The war continues. I don’t know how many years have passed, and I don’t know how many springs and autumns have passed. The resentment of the dead soldiers continues to accumulate in the sky, and slowly condenses into a yellow river, separating the sky and the earth.
It was impossible to tell whether the ground in the picture was mud or blood. Xiao Yan and others seemed to smell the smell of blood from ancient times, which was so strong that it was nauseating.
The picture continues and changes until night falls.
It was a windless and moonless night. Amidst the sounds of fighting, a gap quietly opened in the sky, and a vague figure fell from the sky, stirring up the resentment in the sky.
The endless resentment seemed to have found an outlet, and it suddenly went crazy. From the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, from the resentment of both sides of the war, it was all poured into the vague figure.
The blurred figure seemed to be enjoying the endless resentment. Amidst the countless air currents, only a pair of bloody eyes hung prominently in the night sky, faintly revealing extreme madness.
The resentment all over the sky gathered at extremely high speeds, forming a huge tornado between the sky and the earth. A blurry figure was in the center of it, laughing wildly. The laughter looked particularly weird in the dark night.
The sudden change attracted the attention of both warring parties. The moment they raised their heads, everyone was shocked. It seemed that all this was beyond their understanding. Everyone forgot about the ongoing fighting, and the weapons they were holding fell inadvertently. The war horses were all trembling, their front hooves scratching the ground uneasily, looking extremely frightened.
After the blurry figure absorbed a large amount of resentment, it turned into a ferocious face. The face magnified infinitely, covering the entire sky, and roared downwards.
The roar was like thunder, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment reversed its direction and swept across the entire earth.
Bloody eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment was like a ghost possessing it, quickly turning into a spirit of resentment, overwhelming everyone on both sides of the war, whether they were former comrades or enemies. Suddenly, there was a howl in the empty land.
Countless souls became vaguely hideous and terrifying in the mist, seeming to be struggling in pain, but they could not escape being driven and rushed to the ground involuntarily.
Countless resentful spirits who were not afraid of swords rushed into the battlefield without any suspense. They saw that each soldier's flesh and blood quickly dried up, leaving only bones. The unwillingness before death turned into rising resentment and merged into the resentment army. The army of resentment grew rapidly at a snowball speed, and despair permeated the entire land.
A peerless warrior recognized by the military was watching all this with sad eyes, but he still drew his sword and faced it, expecting a miracle to happen. But countless grievances faced his blade and penetrated into his body. The warrior's body suddenly became wrinkled and completely lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye. The young face under the helmet instantly became full of wrinkles and white hair. Cang Cang, his body became rickety, his vitality dropped sharply, and he died tragically on the spot.
Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, the confidence of countless soldiers was completely destroyed. They could not understand why they did not die in the blood of the sword, but fell in humiliation on the body of the resentful spirit.
No one could explain all this. The resentful spirits roared through their bodies, and the warriors became stooped and trembling one by one, and the look in their eyes gradually dimmed.
They aged rapidly one by one until their lives were exhausted. Then they fell off their mounts with a "plop" and died of old age. Their unwilling resentment rose into the sky.
The same is true for their mounts. They are no longer strong and powerful, and all are skinny. After a while, they follow their masters.
After a while, only countless corpses were left on the battlefield, which was too horrible to look at.
This scene was really frightening. Such a weird way of death, so many living lives turned into dust in the blink of an eye and disappeared completely, sending chills down the spines of Xiao Yan and others.
In mid-air, the ferocious face seemed satisfied. He opened his mouth and sucked in all the endless resentment. However, his body did not grow but shrank. It slowly condensed into an illusory figure. Its powerful strength made the space shake. stand up.
Disdainful of the countless dead bones below, the illusory figure looked at the sky and waved it casually. Under the shocked eyes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together and piled up into a huge bone throne, with not a drop of blood that had not yet dried up. The drops merged into a stream.
The illusory figure raised its feet casually, stepped down with one step, ripples echoed under its feet, and it was already in front of the Bone Throne. The illusory figure sat down and slowly turned around. A pair of bloody eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and the divine light pierced in the direction of Xiao Yan and others.
The glow in the blood-colored eyes seemed to be real, and everyone felt a sense of tightness in their chests. They were extremely shocked. When they came back to their senses, they found that the path of bones had reached the end, and all the illusory scenes on both sides had disappeared. Everything returned to normal. What he saw was a huge bone throne standing in the distance.
On the Bone Throne, a figure turned his back to Xiao Yan and others, looking up at the sky. Moon-white clothes were fluttering in the wind. However, both his clothes and his body seemed a bit illusory and unreal.
The figure has black hair and a shawl, and a calm and elegant temperament. People can't associate it with the ferocious and crazy that they saw in the picture before. Everyone even has the illusion that they are completely two people! But the Bone Throne with blood flowing in front of them clearly told everyone that this person was definitely the person with the ferocious face in the picture.
The illusory figure did not react to the arrival of Xiao Yan and others. It was still staring into the distance, as if waiting for something.
Everyone clenched their weapons, sweating from their hearts, unable to decide what to do next.
Above the night sky, an afterimage suddenly appeared, coming from the sky and cutting through the chaotic night.
Where the afterimage passed, the void became chaotic, and a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky, as red as blood. The moonlight was no longer as gentle as water, but looked down indifferently at the vast world.
The blood moon is silent and the ground is covered with frost. Under the light of the blood moon, thousands of miles of Gobi desert, thousands of miles of yellow sand, and a lonely wasteland, the gray sky and the lead-yellow desert are connected in a line, showing the desolation.
The illusory figure looked at Xue Yue and sighed slightly. The cold moonlight spread all over the earth, but it seemed that it could not shine through the thousands of layers of gauze, and could not drive away the loneliness that belonged to him.
"Is that the single shadow and endless emptiness left behind by the endless life?" Xiao Yan thought secretly in his heart.
"The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows." The illusory figure stretched out his slender fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and dropped a line of words on the night sky, just like a lonely scholar, and then he slowly turned around .
When his eyes came into contact with everyone, the illusory figure changed! The bloody eyes suddenly became cold and ruthless, with a cold light flashing, and that arrogant and arrogant momentum suddenly burst out from his body, making everyone breathless.
The completely different temperaments, so quickly transformed in the same person, shocked everyone and stunned them.
The illusory figure sat firmly on the bone throne, as if it were the king of the world. In the blink of an eye, countless resentful spirits appeared, kneeling around and worshiping. The air within a radius of thousands of feet almost solidified into substance, and the ferocious and terrifying faces of thousands of resentful spirits appeared in the almost substantial air. It became clearer and clearer, and it was so distorted that it made people feel chilled all over.
The illusory figure at this time is truly worthy of the Bone Throne, the real leader of the Wraith Army, and the ruthless horn that destroys the sky in the picture!
As for the loneliness before, maybe it was a thousand years of loneliness, maybe it was ten thousand years of loneliness, who knows?
"Young Master Xiao, have you lost your mind after being in this harsh environment for so long?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.
Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhan, speechless for a while.
This place was extremely weird. Everyone was sweating, their hearts tightened, and their expressions were extremely solemn. Upon hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Ziying burst out laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.
At this moment, the face of the illusory figure on the Bone Throne darkened.
, pointed at everyone from a distance, and the deep voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears.
"After fifty thousand years of loneliness, someone finally comes. Welcome to the land of resentment."
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky."
The illusory figure's tone suddenly became urgent. He lost his previous calmness and became a little excited.
"Madman!" Xiao Zhan made another unceremonious comment.
"Tonight and even the night of darkness, the blood moon is hanging in the sky. As the saying goes, everything must be reversed at its extreme. It just suppresses my Yin body, making my strength much lower than usual. This is your good opportunity." The voice of the illusory figure became a bit hysterical. stand up.
"However, the blessing of the blood moon is also the eternal night of resentful spirits and bones! This is your sorrow!"
"Flowers blooming with blood in the night sky are always the most beautiful gifts under the night sky. Dear guests, are you ready to dedicate this gift to me? Come on, have a taste of the banquet of my undead army!" The illusory figure His eyes turned blood red, with a mad desire for blood.
"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, listen to the call of my ancestor of the resentful spirits, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship to me!"
The excited voice suddenly turned into a serious one, not angry but full of authority, showing the demeanor of a king.
"Your evaluation is really very pertinent." Xiao Yan turned his head and said to Xiao Zhan. This ancestor of the resentful spirit is absolutely a madman.
"Thank you for the compliment." Xiao Zhan accepted Xiao Yan's praise in full.
Everyone had never noticed that Xiao Zhan's face was actually not thin, and it tended to become thicker and thicker as his strength increased.
"Why does your face look more and more like a shield?" Ziying thought about pinching Xiao Zhan's face, but found that his feet seemed to be pulled by something.
As soon as he lowered his head, Ziying's hair stood on end, his whole body was terrified, and he screamed and jumped up.
I saw countless white skeletons struggling to crawl out from the ground. The bones were unconsciously pulled around everyone. The lower jaw of the skull opened and closed. Dots of phosphorescent light rose from the bones. The whole scene seemed extremely strange and terrifying.
"Leap into the air." Xiao Yan warned, and then he lowered his waist and raised his knees. His bone wings vibrated sharply, drawing countless sharp blades of light. Wherever the blades of light touched, white bones flew like shreds of paper. A large piece fell.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yan dodged another batch of skeletons with bones sticking out on the ground. He flapped his wings and was already in mid-air. Looking down, he saw countless densely packed bones rising staggeringly from the ground.
Ziying's beauty had long since faded, and Zhen Ni stretched out her slender jade hand to hold Xiao Yan's arm, trembling slightly, and everyone's brows were furrowed.
A whirlwind blew up in the desert, rolling up the yellow sand. Countless white bones kept pouring out from the ground, like countless wrinkles of sand and stones, and like solid waves, extending to the black horizon in the distance. The connection between heaven and earth still has no end.
Under the dark night, pale skeletons wearing broken armor, holding ancient weapons, looked up at the people above. Without any fluctuations in life, a round of blood moon shone down coldly, making the skeleton seem to be stained with wet blood, which was shocking.
Xiao Yan and the others were watching all this in mid-air, and couldn't help but look at each other in confusion. They felt that all this was too unreal, and while they were dumbfounded, they showed anxious and worried expressions.
"Damn, there are so many. A brothel sells meat but you sell bones." Xiao Zhan couldn't hold it in any longer and uttered a curse word that turned everyone to stone.
"Fortunately, although there are many skeletons below, they are unconscious and do not feel the fluctuations of life. It should not be difficult for us to capture the thief first." Le Shaolong is the most attentive and always makes timely suggestions at the right time.
Judging from the fluctuations of the fighting spirit of the Ancestor of the Wraith Spirit, it should be the strength of a six-star peak Dou Emperor. If you can get close, winning may not be too difficult.
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