Chapter 355 The Dead King

The four oceans surrounding the Yag continent are the Becene Sea in the West. Through the northern wastelands, they travel thousands of miles to the North Sea. They were once occupied by the Holy See, and have continued the South Sea, which has continued the entire coastline of the Sacre Empire, and the East Sea that spans the Neru Liberty Alliance and the Kingdom of Sotre.

More and more skeletons in the four oceans were imprisoned by the sea water. The supreme power produced by the divine nature and the heart of the ocean was far beyond ancient expectations. Vanlun truly became the god of the ocean. During the thirty-three days, dozens of undead summoners attempted to regain control of the ocean, but they failed. Dozens of white shadows finally rushed from the ocean to the inland, and the ocean restored its original purity.

Countless undead cities appearing at the bottom of the ocean, shattering in the tyrannical sea water, and the mud and sand brought by powerful currents buried the fragments of countless cities again. No one will believe that at the bottom of the ocean, countless cities representing a strange civilization have appeared.

"This...is... the power of God?" On a remote beach, a summoner of the undead looked at the calm sea. The awkward human language seemed to declare that the undead had lost control of the sea.

The undead summoner's eyes did not linger on the sea for a long time, and low spells resounded throughout the coast.

The earth trembled slightly in the sound of the spells of the undead summoner. Skeletons covered with mud and sand dug up the surface of the earth and slowly climbed out from the ground. No one knew how long these skeletons had slept under the ground. Whether in the ocean or on the land, the undead summoner never lacked his own army.

The original passage to the Dead Bone Tower had already collapsed when the Dead Seal was broken. There was only one of the twelve undead guard seals left. The twelve stars of the Imperial Path confined this space with the power of the twelve stars.

The outer wall of the dark space is wrapped with a light curtain composed of twelve colors. It is this thin light curtain that prevents the ghosts in the space from evolved into new undead. In the middle of the space, with Xueer as the center, eleven broad halos form a colorful zone, which is like a colorful nebula that rotates continuously in the dark.

Since Sikong Haoxuan left, Xue'er has not changed her prayer-like posture. Circles of ripples like moonlight guide the entire nebula.

The nebula in the dark space has been circulating for countless hours, and the ripples like moonlight have slightly fluctuated slightly. A faint shadow slowly appeared on Xue'er's body, and she walked out of her body like another Xue'er.

The shadow became clearer and clearer. When she completely condensed into a physical body, the twelve stars of the Imperial Dao who had been silent for many years could not believe their eyes. One Xueer was still slightly closed and her hands were solid, while the other Xueer stood in the middle of the nebula with a cold expression. There was a golden mark on her eyebrows, and the second corresponding mark appeared on the nine-color soul bell in the secret room of the brothel.

Xue'er, who had a cold expression, opened her palm slightly, and a scepter condensed like a light blue crystal appeared in Xue'er's hand under the moonlight. At the top of the scepter, it seemed to be a crescent moon floating in the hazy blue fog.

"Maple Feather, leave the Polaris Armor, and you will stop another sword soul under the throne of the Dead Spirit."

The fat man was somewhat unfamiliar with his name "Fengyu". After he was slightly stunned, he bowed to Xueer and said, "Yes, I'll go now."

After the fat man left, his Polaris Armor replaced him and continued to maintain the Polaris in the nebula. A light blue moonlight penetrated directly into the dark space, and it took away Xueer holding a scepter.

The space has returned to calm, the colored nebula is still running in its center, and Xueer is still in the center of the nebula, and everything seems to have not changed much.

The former Nilu Free Alliance, located in the eastern part of the Yag Continent, has now become the Nilu Region belonging to the Chinese Empire and autonomously governed by the Sidna Commercial Alliance.

The Mali Mountains are a branch of the Kakel Mountains. In the calm Mali jungle, a group of strange "creatures" stand. The dark golden armor shows endless vicissitudes. As long as people see these armors, they will not doubt that it contains a long history.

In front of these dark gold armors, an old man with long braids stood. His thin body stood up like a sharp sword, and the sturdy sword energy lingered in the surrounding space.

A rich purple with Nanxing's figure slowly walked out of the jungle. Although Nanxing was still closing his eyes, he had accurately judged the number of these dark gold armors, 1,500.

As soon as Nanxing appeared, the old man with long braids bounced his fingers, and a sharp sword energy rushed straight to Nanxing. The sword energy penetrated dozens of trees in succession. When it appeared in front of Nanxing, the sharpness in it did not decay at all.

When the sword energy was only an inch away from Nanxing's eyebrows, it disappeared in vain.

"Huh..." The old man with long braids seemed to feel a little surprised and confused. As the sword soul under the throne of the Dead, he knew very well the power contained in his sword energy. Even if this human being is very powerful, it would not be possible for his sword energy to dissipate silently.

As if nothing had happened, Nanxing walked step by step towards the old man with long braids and a group of dark gold armors, and wisps of rich purple light lingered in the jungle. Fear, the old man with long braids actually felt a little fear in his heart. Although he had some nostalgia for this long-lost human emotion, the pressure brought to him by Nanxing's pace made him not care about savoring the emotions in his heart.

"Kill him." Seeing Nan Xing getting closer, the old man subconsciously issued an order to the 1,500 dark gold armors.

Although these dark gold armors are filled with vicissitudes of history, with a little rust and old age, their speed is not slow at all. Moreover, I don’t know what kind of undead are, they can wear such heavy armor and make extremely flexible movements.

Nan Xing paused slightly and still walked forward, but his body had already turned into a series of afterimages in the rich purple. No one saw how Nan Xing attacked. When dozens of purple afterimages gathered again, purple lights burst out from the gaps of the 1,500 dark gold armors. "When..." With the sound of metal falling to the ground, the dark gold armors disintegrated in vain, and the sound of metal hitting the ground was endless. There was nothing in these armors, and it was actually empty?

"You... can you kill the dead spirit?" The old man with long braids could not believe that the dead spirit was actually killed again. Nanxing, whose red hair fluttered in the wind, was like a terrible devil in the old man's eyes.

As Nanxing approached, the old man with long braids retreated for a while. Before he could speak, a starlight suddenly fell from the sky, and the fat man appeared in the jungle with the starlight. At this time, Nanxing finally stopped.

"Boss Nanxing, I'll play with this Jianpo, you can continue on the way." As soon as the fat man appeared, he shouted to Nanxing with a smile.

Nan Xing nodded slightly, and in a step, the rich purple color instantly disappeared into the jungle behind Jian Po.

"I said, old man, how many sword spirits do you undead have? Why have the ancient sword saints turned into undead?"

Jianpo, who had long white braids, didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually replied subconsciously as the fat man said, "Two."

A red light flashed in Jianpo's eyes, as if he had recovered from his awakening. He stared at the fat man coldly and said, "Who are you and what purpose are you?"

The fat man was stunned and smiled in vain, "I should ask you these things. What kind of undead are you? What purpose are you?"

"Under the throne of the Necromancer, the Golden Armored Dead."

"Purpose? Not to mention it? When did the Dead King take a fancy to Di Yi's body? He really has vision." The fat man's words obviously shocked Jian Po, which made him silent for a moment.

In a cave near the main peak of the Mali Mountains, Di Yi quietly gathered the abundant spiritual power among the mountains. He had been practicing here for nearly thirty years. Di Yi did not know that his thought of his secret whereabouts were not only not leaving the sight of the brothel, but also being attracted by an evil spirit.

The cave is very dark and quiet. The sound of water drops breaking is the only movement in the cave.

A faint green mist slowly flowed between the cracks of the rocks at the top of the cave. Inadvertently, you would definitely think that it was the moss in the cracks of the rocks. Only by careful observation can you find that this wisp of green mist seems to have its own life, and its goal is Di Yi sitting cross-legged in the center of the cave.

Di Yi, who practiced with concentration, had no idea about this.

In the past thirty years, Di Yi's progress has been extremely amazing. Not only has he cultivated his own soul, condensed huge spiritual power, but he has also gained a further understanding of killing. The Tianji Department of the brothel has issued warnings several times, hoping to kill him as soon as possible. Tarr also knew about Di Yi's danger, but Sikong Haoxuan had already ordered this, and Tarr had to reject the several warnings from Tianji Department one by one.

A drop of water slowly condensed at the top of the cave. When it could not bear its own weight, it fell from the top of the cave in vain. Everything was so natural, under the water drop, there was Di Yi sitting cross-legged.

The sharp and pure murderous intent suddenly rose from Di Yi's body. When the water droplets were still falling in the air, they were evaporated by Di Yi's murderous intent, and there was no trace of existence. However, although the water droplets were evaporated by Di Yi's murderous intent, a small ball of green mist hidden in the water droplets continued to fall like water droplets.

When the small green mist fell on Di Yi's head, Di Yi's arm suddenly raised, and his fingers accurately pointed it on the green mist. The wanton murderous intent scraped a thick layer of stone powder off the surface of the stone wall of the entire cave.

"Who are you?" Di Yi's face turned pale, and a trace of fear appeared in his dark eyes. In his meridians, a trace of green mist was slowly growing, and the huge spiritual power in Di Yi's body seemed to be the best food for the mist.

The growth rate of green fog seemed to have escaped the constraints of time. Just as Di Yi just asked a question, strange green silk appeared on the surface of his pupils.
Chapter completed!