Although the rigor mortis group is terrifying, and their cultivation levels are all at the Sanyuan level, their shortcomings are too obvious, especially the restraining effect of the Suzaku fire and the blazing sun on them, which is simply unparalleled.
Moreover, their desire to attack did not seem to be strong. Under the various flames opened by Tang Yuan and others, they only retreated step by step and did not attack forcefully.
Wang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "What exactly happened here? Xingjun fell like rain, like weeds. This is too scary!"
"Fortunately, they are just a group of zombies now and have no intelligence. Otherwise, if we just swarm them, how can we survive?"
Tang Yuan glanced at him and chuckled, "How do you know they have no intelligence!
Before he finished speaking, a group of corpses were seen moving in unison, roaring upwards to the sky. The screams were low and hoarse, revealing an inexhaustible hatred that could not be washed away even if all the water from nine heavens and ten earths were poured out.
At the same time, the cold air of the corpses gathered together to form a monstrous force. The cold waves were higher than the other, continuous, and the momentum was higher than the last, as heavy as a mountain.
The cold wave will suppress the fires in all directions, almost extinguishing them, and the coldness will invade. Even the great monks of the Four Spirit level will feel that their movements are stagnant and their thinking is slow.
Looking around, the corpses gathered into a river, spreading all around, running through all directions, and flowing endlessly. The flames that Tang Yuan and the other four had painstakingly maintained were like a small boat in a violent storm, a lonely lighthouse that would be extinguished at any time.
Lord Huoyaoxing's expression changed. He was the weakest among the four. Facing the cold wave, he could no longer hold up, and the wall of fire was crumbling.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, all the star power in his body spurted out, and the intensity of the fire suddenly increased several times. However, he was immediately hit by a fierce counterattack from the cold wave, and all the firelight due north was extinguished.
An unknown star king transformed into rigor mortis and rushed straight into the crowd, followed closely by... countless waves of corpses.
If they were rushed in by this group of zombies, even if there were ten times more Miyuan Daixiu, everyone would just be drowned under this mountain of corpses and river of corpses.
At this most critical moment, You Lao moved. He took a long breath, his chest swelled, and there was a muffled sound of thunder.
Then it spit out toward the north, an extremely dazzling ball that even took away the sun. The thunder of Suzaku's light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire sky so brightly that it was impossible to see!
The thunderbolts flickered and collided continuously, sparking out and instantly turning the zombie in front into a ball of flying ash.
The violent thunder method actually stopped the influx of the river of corpses.
Tang Yuan, Mi Tian and Li Lin also drew out their hands, and three balls of fire struck the north, once again surrounding the cultivators. At the same time, many ordinary fire cultivators also tried their best to fill the gap.
Although the fire in all directions was swaying, it could be regarded as protecting the cultivators again. However, the situation was extremely serious and not optimistic.
Under the cold air of the corpse tide and the continuous rush, it was only a matter of time before this small fortress was breached.
"Roar!"
The screams of the zombie tide became more and more crazy, and the true meaning contained in them seemed to inspire the deepest fear in the hearts of living beings.
The roaring sounds were mixed together to form a strange frequency. As the cultivators carefully identified them, the sounds became clearer and clearer.
"Doom, Doum!"
Two words revealed overwhelming hatred.
"Who is this Doumu?" Even Situ Haoran's tone was filled with unconscious tremors, "Did she alone kill all the star kings here?"
Ever since they saw this palace that was so majestic that it cannot be described in words, the cultivators have experienced repeated shocks, but in fact they have no time to calm down and think seriously.
At this moment, when I suddenly heard Situ Haoran's clear and clear words, a great fear surged into my heart. This place is Ziwei Emperor Star, the palace of Emperor Ziwei!
So the amount of rigor mortis in front of me is enough to form a river, could it be said...
Wang Xiaoliu's face was full of horror, as if his world view had collapsed, and he murmured to himself: "Could...could it be that all the star kings in the sky died here?"
Everyone suddenly felt that their faith had collapsed and their myths were shattered.
Situ Haoran frowned and said: "The star power of the rigor mortis in front of me is relatively weak, and there is no sense of connection with the main star. They should be a group of auxiliary star kings."
The auxiliary star is not even in the ninth level, so its status is naturally quite limited.
After hearing this, Wang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "So that's it? Why do they look dull and dull? It turns out that there are no one or two famous star kings at their head. Otherwise, the probability of our survival would be very low." …”
Before he finished speaking, the group of rigor mortis suddenly moved. After a while of shaking, an extremely abnormal rigor mortis slowly walked out from the north.
She was three feet tall and stood proudly. The death aura around her was much stronger than other rigor mortis, and the dark light seemed to be real, bursting out and penetrating the sky.
Seeing that Wang Xiaoliu wanted to speak, all the cultivators shouted angrily: "Please don't speak again!"
Feeling the faint fluctuations coming from the rigor mortis opposite, all the cultivators felt bad. The feeling it gave people was very different from the one in the river of corpses.
Under the cautious treatment of the cultivators, she finally moved, and her mountain-like palms came down, without any fancy, just pressing down in an ordinary way.
The coldness of corpses fell along with the handprints, and the wind from the palms alone made the cultivators breathless.
"The peak of Sanyuan...or even higher!" Situ Haoran said with a solemn expression.
Mi Tian gritted her teeth, and a soft cry resounded throughout the world. The redbird spread its wings and hundreds of birds bowed their heads.
Suzaku carried the real fire and faced him with unmatched momentum. The coldness was burned by the real fire, and most of it was eliminated in an instant.
But before the expressions of joy on the faces of the cultivators were finished, the palm suddenly burst out with an extremely brilliant light, overflowing with colors like clouds.
As soon as Suzaku and his palm came into contact, the dazzling fire was as if it was destroyed by dust, disappearing and falling apart at the touch.
The majestic spirit of the south is like a chicken in that giant hand, with no power to fight back. It can only dissipate in vain under those sad cries.
Poof!
Mi Tian revealed her original body and fell to the ground from mid-air, creating a big crater. The injury from this blow actually made her vomit blood and unable to move.
Tang Yuan waved his finger, and the sun bloomed, blocking the falling giant hand for a moment, while Situ Haoran saw the opportunity and rescued Mi Tian back into the formation.
But without the fire of Suzaku, the tide of corpses suddenly started to surge again, surging like the sea and rushing like fire, as if they were about to rush into the crowd in the next second.
Seeing the crisis of the situation, Situ Haoran no longer held back, and the endless water light condensed and turned into nine ferocious water dragons.
Even though he was hit by the cold wave and condensed into ice, he still couldn't break free from Situ Haoran's control.
The lifelike ice dragon looked up to the sky and roared wildly. Its aura was violent and terrifying, and they all bit at the leader of the rigor mortis.
And in the pure white eyes of the rigor mortis, a trace of starlight actually bloomed, and then, as if there was a response from the sky, wisps of starlight fell down, bringing the ultimate light. In this immeasurable starlight, the ice dragon It shattered into pieces and turned into powder.
Situ Haoran's voice was low.
"Tianxiang Palace, Prime Minister Si Lu Zhenyue Xingjun!"
