The white-bone spirit Diao Chan walked outside, the anger blooming from her beautiful eyes burning like a blazing flame.
"Who is that man?"
Diao Chan, the white-bone spirit, was so angry that she clenched her teeth.
She turned white bones into essence, practiced for thousands of years, and swallowed the essence of countless men.
Even powerful ascetics cannot escape her clutches, and they all have the fate of being squeezed dry.
But she never expected that she would be squeezed out by others in turn.
He almost lost his soul.
If not for a wisp of remnant soul that escaped, there would have been no possibility of resurrection.
And her current strength is even less than one in ten.
Already fallen from the altar.
"Damn stinky man, you wait for me."
Diao Chan, the white-bone spirit, gritted her teeth, "I have countless subordinates, and there are as many strong men as clouds. You can never hope to leave Shennong Mountain alive. I will lock you up and ravage you day and night until I squeeze you into a mummy."
Speaking of which, her delicate and pretty face showed an evil smile.
She didn't wait long before she left the mausoleum.
It is late at night, the moon is hanging high outside, and the moonlight is falling in wisps. The vegetation in Shennong Mountain seems to be covered with a layer of silver sand.
"I'm back!"
The white-bone spirit Diao Chan stretched out her arms to embrace nature, her eyes were slightly closed, and she looked extremely excited.
After being suppressed for five hundred years, he almost died.
Now it has finally seen the light of day again.
She is tall and tall, with long and slender legs. She is dressed in a fluttering red dress and has waterfall-like hair dancing wildly behind her.
She is extremely beautiful, with a pretty face like an oval, long willow-leaf eyebrows, bright eyes like black gems, a high nose, and delicate cherry-like lips.
Diao Chan, the white-bone spirit, is one of the four great beauties. She really has the grace to sink a fish into a swan and make the sun and moon eclipse, and bewitch the men in this world.
And she is also very good at using her own advantages to seduce with her beauty. I don’t know how many men have died under her pomegranate skirt.
soon.
She came to the dark abyss.
"The seal has really been broken. Who has the ability to break the seal of that old man Chen Sanqian?"
"It must be that stinky man."
Standing on the edge of the abyss, the white-bone spirit Diao Chan was extremely excited.
Then he swooped down into the abyss.
"Ha ha--"
The white-bone spirit Diao Chan laughed, ecstatically, her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the abyss, "I'm back. I've been suppressed for five hundred years and I'm back. Where are my three thousand generals and ten thousand undead army?" , why don’t you come quickly to see this king!”
Her voice was as passionate as thunder.
Standing in the dark abyss, wearing a fluttering red dress, with waterfall-like hair flying, his whole body is full of popularity, like an emperor lording over the world.
And she is indeed a king.
He is the king of the undead.
It was a demon that terrified the world five hundred years ago.
It was a glorious history.
Now that she has seen the light of day again, she has vowed to create greater glory and make every inch of the world the home of her white-bone spirit Diaochan.
"Damn it, why haven't any of your subordinates come to see me yet?"
After waiting for a moment with great momentum, she didn't see any undead people coming to see her, which made the white-bone spirit Diao Chan a little dumbfounded for a moment.
"Are you all still sleeping?"
Looking at the tombs all over the place, the white-bone spirit Diao Chan raised his eyes and noticed that there were many undead people lying motionless in front of the tombs.
"Everyone get over here!"
She shouted angrily again, wanting to wake up the sleeping undead. She even walked up to a nearby undead, raised her leg and kicked him.
Click.
With a kick, the undead man shattered into countless bones.
"Why did it break?"
The white-bone spirit Diao Chan was dumbfounded, "I didn't use any force."
Then she made a shocking discovery. This fragmented undead tribesman was as thin as a withered body, and there was no life in it.
Has turned into a real withered skeleton.
"He's actually dead?"
Diao Chan, the white-bone spirit, was shocked. She looked around at the undead people lying motionless on the ground, and felt a bad premonition in her heart.
When she walked over to check, the faces of the undead people became increasingly ugly.
By the end, his face was ashen.
died.
Her three thousand generals and ten thousand undead army, which once galloped across the battlefield and frightened the world, died neatly, with no one left to breathe.
"What on earth happened?"
The white-bone spirit Diao Chan is about to collapse, her delicate body is trembling with convexity, and her eyes are full of sorrow, "My king's undead army is difficult to bury in heaven and earth. No one can really kill it, not even that old man Chen Sanqian. It can only be suppressed.
Now that they have been suppressed for five hundred years, why are they all dead?
even,
Even their death energy has completely dissipated..."
This was a nightmare for her. She never thought that five hundred years later, she would become a polished commander.
"Who, exactly, destroyed my king's undead army?"
to the end.
The white-bone spirit Diao Chan was roaring in anger.
At the same time, in a barren tomb in another area, Sun Laizi and a female ghost were enjoying themselves.
Sun Laizi's beauty is not shallow.
The female ghost has an alluring appearance, a graceful figure, a waist like a water snake, and long and slender legs.
The skin is white and rosy, as smooth and attractive as jade fat, and can be squeezed out of water.
Such beautiful female ghosts are rare.
Her identity is not simple either. She was the silent princess of the Ming Dynasty.
Logically speaking, such a beautiful female ghost should be something Sun Laizi could only dream of.
He has been a bachelor all his life.
Normally, if you have a need, you have to spend money to find a girl, but now it’s free.
But the old man couldn't stand it.
You must know that the two of them have been struggling all day and night.
As the old saying goes, there are no bad plowed fields in this world, only exhausted cows. How can a lame man with old arms and legs survive?
At this moment, he felt that his entire body was about to be hollowed out.
"No, princess, I really can't."
Cripple Sun quickly begged and said, "My old waist is about to be broken. You have to let me take a breath and rest for a while."
"Don't let me down."
Princess Mo Ming stared at Cripple Sun, rolled her eyes and said angrily: "You said it yourself, and you didn't breathe for seven days and seven nights. How can you say no now?"
"This is really a crime!"
Cripple Sun wanted to cry but had no tears.
At that time, it fell into the hands of Princess Mo Ai. This ghost king wanted to directly drain his yang energy.
At the time of life and death, Sun Laizi used the method of provoking generals.
He brags in front of the silent princess, saying that even though he has old arms and legs, he is very powerful in that regard.
He has never married, but he has tens of billions of soldiers and generals.
After sixty years of raising her, she has become so ferocious that she can't even breathe for seven days and seven nights.
If Princess Silence doesn't believe it, then try it with him.
But what kind of person Princess Silence is, how could she like an old guy like Sun Laizi?
If you don't want to be eaten by an old cow, you won't look down on it at all.
but.
I can't stand an old bastard like Sun Laizi.
Being provoked by Sun Laizi again, Princess Mo Ming couldn't bear it.
Just give it a try.
Who is afraid of an evil ghost like her?
Anyway, for her, it was just another way to drain Sun Laizi's yang energy.
But how could Cripple Sun resist?
This attempt was going to lead to death, and he was too weak to resist, but he was still alone and no one came to save him.
"Is Changsheng really in dire straits?"
The old man has been using provocation for so long, just hoping that I can find this place to save him.
As for Monk Wuxin, he had no hope.
Not reliable at all.
When these thoughts flashed through his mind, Sun Laizi wailed in pain, "Princess, please be gentle, it's broken, it's about to be broken..."
