"Fellow Daoist Li, he must have lost his strength due to the excessive loss of his true energy. The heretic demon that used the magic of Shenguang just now must have been used by the Shenguang Cult's heretic demon to suppress countless heroes. It seems like it was yesterday!" Gongshu! Wei and Gu Yuan, another holy realm master and deputy headmaster of Zifu Holy Land, came over. He asked eagerly. He had just heard about what happened in that tomb.
"Master Gongshu, what do you want to express?" Guan Buyi stared at Gongshu Wei warily.
"Haha, fellow Daoist Daoist, we were acquainted with each other back then. I just care about fellow Daoist Li!" Gongshuwei was not angry either, and said with a meaningful smile, holding his hands behind his back.
"Yes, it's the result of a blood feud!" Tantai Ming was impatient, with sparks in his eyes, and he clenched his fists. The opponent was a master of the Holy Realm. If he made a move, all four of them in the Shence Mansion would probably die on the spot.
A burst of cold laughter interrupted the conversation between them. A wave of resentment rose and fell like a tide, and finally came overwhelmingly, making people feel chilled all over.
A figure loomed in the hall of the ancient palace.
Looking from a distance outside the palace, the figure is gloomy and strange. He is dressed in a yellow robe, his face is covered with spots of penicillium, there is no trace of life, only a pair of sinister eyes can be seen.
His white hair was flying like the most ferocious devil, giving people an extremely vicious and resentful feeling, as if he wanted to kill all the people.
Everyone's scalps were numb, and Gongshu Wei said: "You are not a living person, who are you, a ghost, wandering here!"
The dark wind was blowing on the ground, mixed with whining sounds, the whole space was gloomy, and it was getting darker and darker. What is the underworld, it is here, there is no difference.
All the fierce ghosts roared and stepped forward together, intending to enter this forbidden area and tear him alive.
There was a cold laughter, like metal plates rubbing against each other, making people feel uncomfortable all over, and the hairs stood on end. In the eternal darkness, there was a pair of eyes that were ruthless and forbidding, staring at this place coldly.
"...How long has it been..." A ghastly and penetrating voice came, as terrifying as a devil escaping from hell, making a horrifying sound.
"...Who am I...I think about it...I haven't seen a stranger for a long time..." The gloomy voice was like an evil ghost crying, intermittently, and it was extremely difficult to pronounce words.
Everyone felt cold from head to toe, and felt chills rising up their spines. The ghostly sound sounded like a judgment of fate.
The gloomy and cold air suddenly rose, and the ghostly shadows became more and more strange.
"Hahaha, I remembered. I have won a great victory over the Emperor Ying Wu Nian. You have broken the Requiem Formation of the traitors of the Suppressing Demon Division for me. Now that you have entered my mausoleum, I will reward you as me to rule the world. Be a hero!" The void of laughter echoed in this world.
"It is recorded in ancient books that Prince Wu Nian won a great victory, and the country was lost in the East China Sea. Since ancient times, human emperors have ruled the world. Prince Wu Nian, now you recognize people or ghosts, and refine your body into an evil corpse, and your soul If you refine it into an evil ghost, I'm afraid you won't be able to become an emperor!" Gongshu Wei shook his head and sighed.
"Here, a mere ant in the Holy Realm dares to talk about me. Where is the Imperial Guard? Capture this ant!"
I saw that the bluestone bricks in front of the ancient palace collapsed, and along with the strange wisps of fog, they instantly condensed into a silhouette. These silhouettes condensed by the strange fog formed long military formations.
When everyone took a closer look, they realized that the figures formed by the mist were actually soldiers wearing armor. However, their faces were pale, as if they had not seen the sun for a long time. Ghosts living in the dark.
What is even more chilling is that in this long military formation, there are not living people, but in this long military formation, there are undead, all wandering souls.
This is an army of the undead.
After this army of wandering souls, groups of withered black-armored corpses lined up, just like what Li Huanzhen and the others saw in the tomb.
These corpse soldiers wore cold armor. Although they were dead, the armor on their bodies was not tattered at all. In other words, the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands were all magic weapons blessed by the true method.
The armor on their bodies is made of the finest black refined iron, and their weapons are made of the finest black wood divine gold.
Anyone can tell at a glance that such an army is the standard equipment of a hegemon. It can be said that if an ordinary sect wants to build such an army, they may not be able to afford it. Just forge armor and weapons. Materials can exhaust the inventory of a medium-sized sect.
Although these soldiers were dead, their eyes were still flashing with will-o'-the-wisps, and their withered faces were still very cold and determined, as if they thought they were still alive.
"What the hell is this -" Seeing such an undead army, it seems that even if they are dead, they will still carry out their own purposes, which makes some monks scared.
"Are these ghost soldiers?" Gu Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into light, and the divine light candle shone on these soldiers.
"These are not ordinary ghost soldiers. Ordinary ghost soldiers summon their souls after death. These are hungry ghost soldiers who refine the souls of these soldiers alive in their bodies. The corpses and souls are separated, the souls are refined into hungry ghosts, and the corpses are refined into hungry ghosts. Transformed into corpse soldiers, only by constantly devouring their souls can they soothe their pain." After watching for a while, the well-informed Duke Shuwei shook his head and said in surprise.
The so-called hungry ghost soldiers use extreme and evil methods to transform a living soldier into a soldier like a hungry ghost, that is, to transform a living person into a dead person. These ghost soldiers go through the pain of refining their souls every day. The means are for one purpose. These ghost soldiers are immortal and their purpose is to devour living beings and satisfy Ying Wu Nian's ambition to restore the country.
"I boast that I have read many ancient books on secret arts throughout my life." Gongshu Wei said slowly: "I have never seen such an evil, weird and cruel technique. The soul and the corpse fight together to remain immortal."
"How did Ying Wu Nian do this?" Gu Yuan couldn't help but be surprised.
Just imagine, death is the end. Even if you are a true immortal, you cannot let a group of people still exist after death. Death still has no impact on such a legion. This is very terrifying and very counterproductive. God's means.
At this time, behind many withered black-armored corpses, a tall figure wearing black dragon armor walked out, holding an ancient sword with flowing black light in his hand. He walked heavily towards the ancient palace. The temperature in the ancient palace dropped sharply. Like falling into an ice cellar.
This tall figure finally stood side by side with the Ghost Emperor Ying Wu Nian in the ancient palace.
