216. Chapter 216 The corpse king’s generals are strangely resurrected! (Please order)

Author: Sister Huangxing is here

Chapter 216 The generals of the Corpse King are strangely resurrected! (Please order)

After passing through the long and narrow path, the sound of rain falling outside gradually faded away.

This road has not been visited for many years, and the ground is covered with thick dust.

The further you go, the hotter the temperature in the air becomes. It is also mixed with a strong smell of blood, as if you are in a bloody slaughterhouse.

Song Ci carried Song Yanlin's body on his back and followed the clan elder.

I almost couldn't help but retched.

Fortunately, clan elder Song Zang, who was walking at the front, seemed to be aware of it and took the initiative to spread his strength, forming a translucent fluid barrier to isolate the smell of blood from the cave.

It was only then that Song Ci felt better.

Click!

At the end of the corridor is a semicircular arch.

The two gates were pale white, with ancient inscriptions written in blood.

The remaining blood has turned black due to the passage of time, and the twisted fonts still remain. You can imagine how desperate the people who wrote these inscriptions hundreds of years ago must have been.

Gudong!

Song Ci swallowed a gulp of saliva.

His face was pale and he felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The gray-haired clan elder paused briefly, seeming to make up his mind.

After two or three breaths, he raised his head and continued his movements. He bit his finger and wrote a strange symbol on the stone door.

Boom!

The black blood letters on the stone door lit up one after another.

It squirmed like a twisted earthworm, turning into a huge "swastika" character, and then slowly opened toward the inside.

The area inside Shimen is not large.

In the center is a stone bed more than two meters long.

There were iron chains crisscrossing the top, and above the stone bed was a locked box.

There are yellow runes on the box.

The elders of the Song family stepped forward and uncovered the runes on the box. The chains broke one after another and scattered on the ground under the influence of gravity.

Click!

The box shook slightly.

The red light escapes from the gap like water waves.

Song Ci heard the beating of his heart, which was so strong that it was like the roaring of war drums on the battlefield between two armies.

His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and the dull and uncomfortable feeling became more obvious.

Song Ci placed Song Yanlin's body on the stone bed.

Looks pale.

He felt that the atmosphere here was becoming more and more weird, and even the tyrannical master's cultivation could not make him feel at ease. He could only keep praying, hoping that this matter would end quickly and that he could return to the clan safely.

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"Old Song Tibetan, do we really want to do this?"

A gray-haired old man behind him had a look of fear on his face. Finally he couldn't hold it back and spoke proactively:

"Our ancestors spent a huge price on sealing that monster, and countless people sacrificed their lives to seal it. But even so, we couldn't completely kill it. We could only dismantle its body parts, disperse them and suppress them. I hope it can be

Use the power of time to slowly erase it."

"You are right."

Song Zang turned his head and said coldly, "But more than seven hundred years have passed now. Even the legendary true demon would have died long ago after such a long time."

"and…"

He softened his tone and continued,

"Nowadays, the world is in a time of great strife. Our Song family seems to be infinitely majestic, but all of this is based on the strength of the returning master. I thought that Song Zhongjin would become the second returning master of our Song family.

But I never thought that Liu Qingqing’s evil dragon could be so vicious and vicious.”

Song Zang gritted his teeth, his tone full of hatred.

"If the news gets out, everything our Song family has now will become a castle in the air, and we will be liquidated by our opponents in less than half a month."

"so--

We must do this.

As long as I have other choices, how can I violate the teachings left by my ancestors?"

"But if that ferocious demon is released, I'm afraid all the people in the world will suffer catastrophe. Today's Dayue Dynasty is not comparable to the Great Zhao at its peak in the past." The clan elder in the team spoke again.

"If my Song family dies, what use will all the people in this world have?" Song Zang sneered.

"After I die, I won't care about the floods.

I have made up my mind!

You don’t need to say more about this matter.”

Seeing Song Zang's resolute attitude, several elders in the team could only sigh and remain silent.

This conversation made Song Zang make up his mind.

He no longer hesitated and stretched out his hand to tear the yellow talisman paper away from the box.

The sealed 10,000-year-old black mahogany box could no longer suppress the terrifying blood energy. It opened completely with a click, and the blood-colored light flowed in the cave like thick and hot glue, so rich that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Song Ci was shocked.

It's just a heart.

After being sealed for more than seven hundred years, he could still feel such a terrifying sense of oppression.

How powerful was this legendary monster named "General" when he was alive? Perhaps only the legendary immortals from the upper world could suppress and dismember it.

Bang!

The powerful blood spurts out.

With just a slight shock, the wooden box in his hand was torn apart inch by inch.

A heart as big as a baby's head was placed in Song Zang's hand.

After hundreds of years, this heart has obviously shriveled up, but it is still vibrating slightly, and a decaying vitality is still shrouded in it, retaining a certain degree of activity.

"call--"

Song Zang took a deep breath and forced himself to focus.

He held the heart in his hand and came to Song Yanlin's body, and carefully placed the heart on the wound where Song Yanlin had been penetrated front and back.

Stab!

After feeling the smell of blood.

The heart seemed to be activated instantly and rushed into the wound at an extremely fast speed.

Filled the vacancy above it.

That's so fast.

Not even the few grandmasters present made any reaction.

"This..." Song Ci instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and a sense of danger made him restless like a tarsus.

But things have already reached this stage. Even if he feels uncomfortable, he has no other choice but to stay here and wait for the result to appear.

Densely packed blood-colored threads like spider webs.

Continuously growing and spreading outward.

Layers upon layers of wounds covered the wound, and in just a few breaths, Song Yanlin's transparent wounds on the front and back miraculously healed and completely disappeared from his body.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of a strong heart beating.

It comes from the chest steadily and has a sense of rhythm.
To be continued...