Chapter 381 Bone Legion (1)
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Chapter 381 Bone Legion ([-])
("White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestor of the Wraith, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to express your worship to me!")
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The Bone Path is winding and winding, with the end faintly visible, but it seems to have no end.
I don't know how many turns I have turned, I don't know how many bones I have broken, and everyone's minds gradually relax.
Just when everyone began to feel irritated by the endless bone path, the hazy fog on both sides of the path suddenly reflected a series of pictures.
The picture is like cloth, undulating with the wind, hidden in the mist and emerging from time to time, somewhat illusory, but also seems extremely real, as if it is a story that happened in this land, through time and space, and is being performed around everyone.
On the screen, there are indescribable years and unknown years. On a land filled with wind and sand, under a gloomy sky, countless people are fighting.The horses were neighing, the spears were shining with sharp light, and countless sharp crossbow arrows pierced the sky, piercing bloody flowers on the cold armor, dyeing the sky red...
The people in front fell, and the people behind quickly caught up, without the slightest hesitation, without a trace of retreat; the soldier was cut into the arm by a sharp iron knife, and then used his other hand to draw the next blow; The spinning crossbow pierced through the chest and flew off the horse. Before dying, the spear in his hand was thrown out, piercing through the enemy in front...
The shadows of swords, swords, and flesh and blood turned this place into a hell, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and broken arms and limbs everywhere.What filled the air was pungent blood; what flowed on the ground was dark red.
The war continues, I don't know how many years have passed, I don't know how many springs and autumns have changed, the resentment of the dead soldiers is constantly accumulating in the sky, slowly condensing a yellow river, separating the sky and the earth.
The ground in the picture could no longer tell whether it was mud or blood. Xiao Yan and the others seemed to smell the bloody smell from ancient times, which was so thick and disgusting.
The picture continued and changed until the day and night came.
It was a night without wind and moon. Amidst the sounds of fighting, a crack in the sky cracked silently, and a vague figure descended from the sky, stirring up the resentment that filled the sky.
The endless resentment seemed to have found an outlet, and it suddenly became crazy. From the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, and from the resentment of both sides of the war, it all poured into that blurred figure.
The fuzzy figure seemed to enjoy the endless resentment very much. Among the countless air currents, only a pair of blood-colored eyes hung very conspicuously in the night sky, faintly revealing extreme madness.
The resentment all over the sky rotated and collected at an extremely fast speed, forming a huge tornado between the sky and the earth, with a blurry figure in the center, laughing wantonly, and the laughter seemed particularly strange in the dark night.
The sudden change caught the attention of the two warring parties. Everyone was shocked the moment they looked up. It seemed that all this was beyond their cognition. Everyone forgot about the ongoing fight. The war horses were all trembling, their front hooves pawing the ground restlessly, appearing extremely frightened.
After the blurred figure absorbed a lot of resentment, it turned into a ferocious face, which enlarged infinitely, covered the entire sky, and roared downward.
The roar was like thunder, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment reversed direction and swept the entire earth.
Bloody eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment was like a ghost possessed, and quickly turned into a resentful spirit, overwhelming everyone on both sides of the war, whether it was former comrades-in-arms or enemies.Suddenly, there was a wail on the empty land.
Countless souls became hideous and terrifying in the mist, as if they were struggling in pain, but they couldn't get rid of being driven, and rushed to the ground involuntarily.
Countless resentful spirits without fear of swords and swords rushed into the battlefield without any suspense. I saw that each and every soldier was soon dried up, leaving only bones. The Legion of Resentment grows rapidly at the speed of snowballing, and despair pervades the entire land.
A peerless warrior recognized by the army watched all this with sadness in his eyes, but he still drew his sword to meet him, expecting a miracle to happen.But countless grievances met his blade and penetrated into his body. The warrior's body suddenly became wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and completely lost its luster. The young face under the helmet instantly became wrinkled and white-haired. Gray, his body hunched up, his vitality dropped sharply, and he died tragically on the spot.
Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, and the confidence of countless soldiers was completely destroyed, they couldn't understand why they didn't die in the blood of the sword, but fell humiliatingly on the body of the wraith.
No one could explain all of this. Wraiths whizzed past, and the soldiers became hunched and trembling one by one, and the look in their eyes gradually dimmed.
They aged rapidly one by one, until their lives were exhausted, and then fell off their mounts with a "plop", completely dying of old age, and their unwilling resentment flew into the air.
The same is true for their mounts, they are no longer strong and powerful, they are all skinny, and they left with their masters after a while.
Not long after, there were only countless corpses left on the battlefield, which was horrible.
This scene is really frightening, such a strange way of death, so many fresh lives turned into dust in the blink of an eye, and completely disappeared, making Xiao Yan and others feel chills running down their spines.
In mid-air, that ferocious face seemed to be satisfied. He opened his mouth and sucked in all the continuous resentment, but his figure did not shrink but slowly condensed into an illusory figure. The powerful strength shook the space. stand up.
Disdainful to look at the countless dead bones below, the phantom figure looked at the sky and waved its hands casually. Under the shocking eyes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together and piled up into a huge throne of bones. Drop by drop became a stream.
The phantom figure raised its foot at will, stepped down with one step, and ripples echoed under its feet, and it had already reached the throne of bones.The phantom figure sat down, turned around slowly, a pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to travel through time and space, and the divine light stabbed in the direction of Xiao Yan and others.
The divine light in the blood-colored eyes seemed to be real, and everyone felt oppressed in their chests, and they were shocked in their hearts. When they came back to their senses, they found that the bone path had come to an end, and all the illusory images on both sides had disappeared, and everything returned to normal. See, a huge throne of bones stands in the distance.
On the throne of bones, a figure turned its back to Xiao Yan and the others, and was looking up at the sky. The moon-white clothes fluttered in the wind, but both his clothes and his body seemed illusory and unreal.
The black-haired and shawl-shaven figure has a calm and elegant demeanor, which makes people unable to connect with the horror and madness seen in the picture before. Everyone even has an illusion that they are completely two people!But the Bone Throne with blood flowing in front of him clearly told everyone that this person was definitely the one with the hideous face in the picture.
The phantom figure didn't respond to Xiao Yan's arrival, but still stared into the distance, as if waiting for something...
Everyone held their weapons tightly, sweat dripped from their palms, and couldn't decide what to do next for a moment.
Above the night sky, an afterimage suddenly appeared, gradually coming from the sky, cutting through the chaotic eternal night.
The afterimage passed by, the void was chaotic, and a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky.
The blood moon was silent, and the ground was like frost.Under the light of the blood moon, thousands of miles of Gobi, thousands of miles of yellow sand, on the lonely wasteland, the gray sky and the lead-yellow desert line up, showing desolation.
The phantom figure looked at Blood Moon and sighed slightly.The cold moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, but it seemed that it couldn't shine through the thousand layers of veil, and couldn't drive away the loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.
"Is that the solitude and endless emptiness left over from the endless life?" Xiao Yan thought to himself.
"The moon has its ups and downs, and people have their joys and sorrows." The illusory figure stretched out his slender fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and wrote a line of words on the night sky, just like a lonely scholar, and then he turned around slowly .
When the eyes came into contact with everyone, the phantom figure changed!The blood-colored pupils were suddenly indifferent and ruthless, and the cold light flickered, and that kind of incomparable arrogance suddenly burst out from his body, making everyone breathless.
Completely different temperaments, such a quick change in the same person, shocked everyone, dumbfounded, from ear to ear.
The phantom figure sits firmly on the throne of bones, as if the king is in the world. With a wave of hands, countless resentful spirits appear and kneel around them. It became clearer and distorted to the point where it was chilling all over.
The illusory figure at this time is truly worthy of the throne of bones, the real master of the wraith army, and the ruthless character in the picture that destroys the sky with anger!
As for the loneliness before, maybe it was the loneliness of a thousand years, maybe it was the loneliness of ten thousand years, who knows?
"Young Master Xiao, do you think this guy has been in this harsh environment for a long time and has lost his mind?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.
Xiao Yan looked sideways at Xiao Zhan, speechless for a while.
This place was originally extremely weird, everyone was sweating, their hearts were clenched, and their expressions were extremely solemn. Hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Zi Ying laughed out loud, and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.
At this moment, the phantom figure on the throne of bones sank
, pointing at everyone obliquely from a distance, the deep voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears.
"After 5 years of loneliness, someone has finally come. Welcome to the land of resentment."
"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful, I don't know if it's your luck or misfortune."
The phantom figure's tone suddenly became hasty, lost its previous calmness, and became a little excited.
"Madman!" Xiao Zhan gave another unceremonious comment.
"Tonight and even in the cloudy night, the blood moon hangs in the sky. As the saying goes, everything must be reversed, and it just suppresses the Yin body of this seat, making this seat's strength much worse than usual. This is your good opportunity." The voice of the phantom figure became a little hysterical stand up.
"However, the blessing of the blood moon is also a night of immortality for 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 present this gift to me? Come and taste the banquet of my undead army!" The phantom figure The pupils of his eyes became blood red, with a mad desire for blood.
"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestor of the Wraith, offer your loyalty to me, and show your worship to me with the blood of the enemy!"
The excited voice suddenly turned into a very serious one, without anger and majesty, with the demeanor of a king.
"Your evaluation is really pertinent." Xiao Yan turned his head and said to Xiao Zhan, this ancestor of the Wraith Spirit is a madman.
"Thank you for the compliment." Xiao Zhan accepted all Xiao Yan's compliments.
Everyone has never discovered that Xiao Zhan's face is not thin, and it tends to become thicker as his strength rises.
"Why does your face look more and more like a shield?" Zi Ying wanted to pinch Xiao Zhan's face, but found that his feet seemed to be pulled by something.
Looking down, Ziying's hairs stood on end, her whole body was terrified, and she jumped up screaming.
Countless white skeletons struggled to crawl out from the ground, and the bony hands pulled unconsciously beside the crowd. The jaws of the skulls opened and closed, and phosphorescence rose faintly from the skeletons. The whole scene looked extremely strange and terrifying.
"Leap up into the air." Xiao Yan reminded, then lowered his waist and raised his knees, his bones and wings trembled violently, drawing countless incomparably sharp light blades, where the light blades touched, the bones flew like shredded paper, brushing in unison A large piece fell down.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yan flashed past another group of skeletons stretching out their skeletal hands on the ground. With a flap of his wings, he was already in mid-air. Looking down, he saw densely packed, countless bones crawling up from the ground.
Ziying's face had already faded, and Zhen Ni also stretched out her slender hand to hold Xiao Yan's arm, trembling slightly, and everyone's brows were tightly furrowed.
A whirlwind blew up in the desert, and the yellow sand was rolled up high. Countless white bones kept gushing out from the ground, like folds of countless sand and stones, and like solidified waves, extending to the black horizon in the distance. The connection to the ground is still not terminated.
Under the darkened night, pale skeletons dressed in broken armor, holding ancient weapons, looked up at the crowd in the sky.Without any life fluctuations, a round of blood moon shone down coldly, making the skeleton seem to be covered with wet blood, which was shocking.
Xiao Yan and the others watched all this in mid-air, and couldn't help but look at each other. They felt that all this was too unreal, and while they were dumbfounded, they showed expressions of anxiety and worry.
"Damn, there are so many, the brothel sells meat, you sell bones." Xiao Zhan couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out a swear word, which immediately turned everyone into petrification.
"Fortunately, although there are a lot of skeletons below, they are not conscious, nor do they feel the fluctuation of life. It shouldn't be difficult for us to capture the thief first." Le Shaolong is the most careful, and always puts forward timely suggestions at the right time.
Judging from the Dou Qi fluctuations of the ancestor of the wraith spirit, it should be the strength of a six-star peak Doudi. If he can get close, it may not be too difficult to win.
(End of this chapter)
("White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestor of the Wraith, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to express your worship to me!")
ps: Brothers who read in Yisou can’t come to the starting point, so, in Yisou, brush up the comments and ratings with Wenling! ! !
The Bone Path is winding and winding, with the end faintly visible, but it seems to have no end.
I don't know how many turns I have turned, I don't know how many bones I have broken, and everyone's minds gradually relax.
Just when everyone began to feel irritated by the endless bone path, the hazy fog on both sides of the path suddenly reflected a series of pictures.
The picture is like cloth, undulating with the wind, hidden in the mist and emerging from time to time, somewhat illusory, but also seems extremely real, as if it is a story that happened in this land, through time and space, and is being performed around everyone.
On the screen, there are indescribable years and unknown years. On a land filled with wind and sand, under a gloomy sky, countless people are fighting.The horses were neighing, the spears were shining with sharp light, and countless sharp crossbow arrows pierced the sky, piercing bloody flowers on the cold armor, dyeing the sky red...
The people in front fell, and the people behind quickly caught up, without the slightest hesitation, without a trace of retreat; the soldier was cut into the arm by a sharp iron knife, and then used his other hand to draw the next blow; The spinning crossbow pierced through the chest and flew off the horse. Before dying, the spear in his hand was thrown out, piercing through the enemy in front...
The shadows of swords, swords, and flesh and blood turned this place into a hell, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and broken arms and limbs everywhere.What filled the air was pungent blood; what flowed on the ground was dark red.
The war continues, I don't know how many years have passed, I don't know how many springs and autumns have changed, the resentment of the dead soldiers is constantly accumulating in the sky, slowly condensing a yellow river, separating the sky and the earth.
The ground in the picture could no longer tell whether it was mud or blood. Xiao Yan and the others seemed to smell the bloody smell from ancient times, which was so thick and disgusting.
The picture continued and changed until the day and night came.
It was a night without wind and moon. Amidst the sounds of fighting, a crack in the sky cracked silently, and a vague figure descended from the sky, stirring up the resentment that filled the sky.
The endless resentment seemed to have found an outlet, and it suddenly became crazy. From the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, and from the resentment of both sides of the war, it all poured into that blurred figure.
The fuzzy figure seemed to enjoy the endless resentment very much. Among the countless air currents, only a pair of blood-colored eyes hung very conspicuously in the night sky, faintly revealing extreme madness.
The resentment all over the sky rotated and collected at an extremely fast speed, forming a huge tornado between the sky and the earth, with a blurry figure in the center, laughing wantonly, and the laughter seemed particularly strange in the dark night.
The sudden change caught the attention of the two warring parties. Everyone was shocked the moment they looked up. It seemed that all this was beyond their cognition. Everyone forgot about the ongoing fight. The war horses were all trembling, their front hooves pawing the ground restlessly, appearing extremely frightened.
After the blurred figure absorbed a lot of resentment, it turned into a ferocious face, which enlarged infinitely, covered the entire sky, and roared downward.
The roar was like thunder, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment reversed direction and swept the entire earth.
Bloody eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment was like a ghost possessed, and quickly turned into a resentful spirit, overwhelming everyone on both sides of the war, whether it was former comrades-in-arms or enemies.Suddenly, there was a wail on the empty land.
Countless souls became hideous and terrifying in the mist, as if they were struggling in pain, but they couldn't get rid of being driven, and rushed to the ground involuntarily.
Countless resentful spirits without fear of swords and swords rushed into the battlefield without any suspense. I saw that each and every soldier was soon dried up, leaving only bones. The Legion of Resentment grows rapidly at the speed of snowballing, and despair pervades the entire land.
A peerless warrior recognized by the army watched all this with sadness in his eyes, but he still drew his sword to meet him, expecting a miracle to happen.But countless grievances met his blade and penetrated into his body. The warrior's body suddenly became wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and completely lost its luster. The young face under the helmet instantly became wrinkled and white-haired. Gray, his body hunched up, his vitality dropped sharply, and he died tragically on the spot.
Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, and the confidence of countless soldiers was completely destroyed, they couldn't understand why they didn't die in the blood of the sword, but fell humiliatingly on the body of the wraith.
No one could explain all of this. Wraiths whizzed past, and the soldiers became hunched and trembling one by one, and the look in their eyes gradually dimmed.
They aged rapidly one by one, until their lives were exhausted, and then fell off their mounts with a "plop", completely dying of old age, and their unwilling resentment flew into the air.
The same is true for their mounts, they are no longer strong and powerful, they are all skinny, and they left with their masters after a while.
Not long after, there were only countless corpses left on the battlefield, which was horrible.
This scene is really frightening, such a strange way of death, so many fresh lives turned into dust in the blink of an eye, and completely disappeared, making Xiao Yan and others feel chills running down their spines.
In mid-air, that ferocious face seemed to be satisfied. He opened his mouth and sucked in all the continuous resentment, but his figure did not shrink but slowly condensed into an illusory figure. The powerful strength shook the space. stand up.
Disdainful to look at the countless dead bones below, the phantom figure looked at the sky and waved its hands casually. Under the shocking eyes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together and piled up into a huge throne of bones. Drop by drop became a stream.
The phantom figure raised its foot at will, stepped down with one step, and ripples echoed under its feet, and it had already reached the throne of bones.The phantom figure sat down, turned around slowly, a pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to travel through time and space, and the divine light stabbed in the direction of Xiao Yan and others.
The divine light in the blood-colored eyes seemed to be real, and everyone felt oppressed in their chests, and they were shocked in their hearts. When they came back to their senses, they found that the bone path had come to an end, and all the illusory images on both sides had disappeared, and everything returned to normal. See, a huge throne of bones stands in the distance.
On the throne of bones, a figure turned its back to Xiao Yan and the others, and was looking up at the sky. The moon-white clothes fluttered in the wind, but both his clothes and his body seemed illusory and unreal.
The black-haired and shawl-shaven figure has a calm and elegant demeanor, which makes people unable to connect with the horror and madness seen in the picture before. Everyone even has an illusion that they are completely two people!But the Bone Throne with blood flowing in front of him clearly told everyone that this person was definitely the one with the hideous face in the picture.
The phantom figure didn't respond to Xiao Yan's arrival, but still stared into the distance, as if waiting for something...
Everyone held their weapons tightly, sweat dripped from their palms, and couldn't decide what to do next for a moment.
Above the night sky, an afterimage suddenly appeared, gradually coming from the sky, cutting through the chaotic eternal night.
The afterimage passed by, the void was chaotic, and a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky.
The blood moon was silent, and the ground was like frost.Under the light of the blood moon, thousands of miles of Gobi, thousands of miles of yellow sand, on the lonely wasteland, the gray sky and the lead-yellow desert line up, showing desolation.
The phantom figure looked at Blood Moon and sighed slightly.The cold moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, but it seemed that it couldn't shine through the thousand layers of veil, and couldn't drive away the loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.
"Is that the solitude and endless emptiness left over from the endless life?" Xiao Yan thought to himself.
"The moon has its ups and downs, and people have their joys and sorrows." The illusory figure stretched out his slender fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and wrote a line of words on the night sky, just like a lonely scholar, and then he turned around slowly .
When the eyes came into contact with everyone, the phantom figure changed!The blood-colored pupils were suddenly indifferent and ruthless, and the cold light flickered, and that kind of incomparable arrogance suddenly burst out from his body, making everyone breathless.
Completely different temperaments, such a quick change in the same person, shocked everyone, dumbfounded, from ear to ear.
The phantom figure sits firmly on the throne of bones, as if the king is in the world. With a wave of hands, countless resentful spirits appear and kneel around them. It became clearer and distorted to the point where it was chilling all over.
The illusory figure at this time is truly worthy of the throne of bones, the real master of the wraith army, and the ruthless character in the picture that destroys the sky with anger!
As for the loneliness before, maybe it was the loneliness of a thousand years, maybe it was the loneliness of ten thousand years, who knows?
"Young Master Xiao, do you think this guy has been in this harsh environment for a long time and has lost his mind?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.
Xiao Yan looked sideways at Xiao Zhan, speechless for a while.
This place was originally extremely weird, everyone was sweating, their hearts were clenched, and their expressions were extremely solemn. Hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Zi Ying laughed out loud, and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.
At this moment, the phantom figure on the throne of bones sank
, pointing at everyone obliquely from a distance, the deep voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears.
"After 5 years of loneliness, someone has finally come. Welcome to the land of resentment."
"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful, I don't know if it's your luck or misfortune."
The phantom figure's tone suddenly became hasty, lost its previous calmness, and became a little excited.
"Madman!" Xiao Zhan gave another unceremonious comment.
"Tonight and even in the cloudy night, the blood moon hangs in the sky. As the saying goes, everything must be reversed, and it just suppresses the Yin body of this seat, making this seat's strength much worse than usual. This is your good opportunity." The voice of the phantom figure became a little hysterical stand up.
"However, the blessing of the blood moon is also a night of immortality for 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 present this gift to me? Come and taste the banquet of my undead army!" The phantom figure The pupils of his eyes became blood red, with a mad desire for blood.
"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestor of the Wraith, offer your loyalty to me, and show your worship to me with the blood of the enemy!"
The excited voice suddenly turned into a very serious one, without anger and majesty, with the demeanor of a king.
"Your evaluation is really pertinent." Xiao Yan turned his head and said to Xiao Zhan, this ancestor of the Wraith Spirit is a madman.
"Thank you for the compliment." Xiao Zhan accepted all Xiao Yan's compliments.
Everyone has never discovered that Xiao Zhan's face is not thin, and it tends to become thicker as his strength rises.
"Why does your face look more and more like a shield?" Zi Ying wanted to pinch Xiao Zhan's face, but found that his feet seemed to be pulled by something.
Looking down, Ziying's hairs stood on end, her whole body was terrified, and she jumped up screaming.
Countless white skeletons struggled to crawl out from the ground, and the bony hands pulled unconsciously beside the crowd. The jaws of the skulls opened and closed, and phosphorescence rose faintly from the skeletons. The whole scene looked extremely strange and terrifying.
"Leap up into the air." Xiao Yan reminded, then lowered his waist and raised his knees, his bones and wings trembled violently, drawing countless incomparably sharp light blades, where the light blades touched, the bones flew like shredded paper, brushing in unison A large piece fell down.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yan flashed past another group of skeletons stretching out their skeletal hands on the ground. With a flap of his wings, he was already in mid-air. Looking down, he saw densely packed, countless bones crawling up from the ground.
Ziying's face had already faded, and Zhen Ni also stretched out her slender hand to hold Xiao Yan's arm, trembling slightly, and everyone's brows were tightly furrowed.
A whirlwind blew up in the desert, and the yellow sand was rolled up high. Countless white bones kept gushing out from the ground, like folds of countless sand and stones, and like solidified waves, extending to the black horizon in the distance. The connection to the ground is still not terminated.
Under the darkened night, pale skeletons dressed in broken armor, holding ancient weapons, looked up at the crowd in the sky.Without any life fluctuations, a round of blood moon shone down coldly, making the skeleton seem to be covered with wet blood, which was shocking.
Xiao Yan and the others watched all this in mid-air, and couldn't help but look at each other. They felt that all this was too unreal, and while they were dumbfounded, they showed expressions of anxiety and worry.
"Damn, there are so many, the brothel sells meat, you sell bones." Xiao Zhan couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out a swear word, which immediately turned everyone into petrification.
"Fortunately, although there are a lot of skeletons below, they are not conscious, nor do they feel the fluctuation of life. It shouldn't be difficult for us to capture the thief first." Le Shaolong is the most careful, and always puts forward timely suggestions at the right time.
Judging from the Dou Qi fluctuations of the ancestor of the wraith spirit, it should be the strength of a six-star peak Doudi. If he can get close, it may not be too difficult to win.
(End of this chapter)
