The corpses of four generals finally appeared, deep in the darkness, and the dark aura pinned Lu Fan's body to the spot, cutting off any thoughts of his escape.
"They are all dead bodies."
In his mind, the figure of the young ghost king faintly echoed.
"Fu corpse?" Lu Fan was stunned.
"Yes, after all things are cultivated and become refined, they all have realms."
"And Fu Zhi is a state cultivated by the transformed corpse."
"Second only to the King of Zombies, it has no bones, copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable. No spells will have any effect on it."
"But there's one thing, they can't move." The girl ghost king explained.
"Can't move?"
Lu Fan looked confused: "In other words, these four corpses have always been here, but I accidentally broke into their territory?"
Now he suddenly realized why he couldn't see anyone in this wilderness.
Why did the corpses of these generals still not appear when they were almost killed by the golden lightning attack and killed themselves with one move?
It turned out that they were all stuck in their original positions, unable to move.
"Although they cannot move, the cultivation of these corpses is extremely terrifying, no less than the innate realm of your cultivation."
"And once they break through to the next level and become truly immortal, they can go to heaven or earth, and are omnipotent."
The girl ghost king sounded a little emotional.
"Xiantian realm?"
Lu Fan frowned slightly. Four Xiantian-level corpses were blocking him in all directions. It was obvious that he was trapped here and there was no way to stop Miyamoto Ichiro from resurrecting the Twelve Golden Man.
"So even if I don't move, they won't attack me?" he asked doubtfully.
"That's right, but can you really stay here forever?"
The girl ghost king said: "Outside, Song Jianqiu is in seclusion. Lu Wushuang's strength is average. Only my descendant Zhao Lian'er can fight in front of him, but he still has to protect Song Jianqiu. If you don't go out, I guess the people outside won't be able to support him.
"
Lu Fan nodded, and a golden light flashed out of his eyes: "Then let's try, which one is stronger, their copper skin and iron bones, or my tempered body?"
…
Devil's Cave Plain.
After Lu Wushuang exhausted his last breath of vitality, under the protection of Zhao Lian'er, he retreated from the tide of countless corpses and stood beside Zhao Lian'er, sweating like rain and breathing heavily.
The overdraft of her true energy made her feel like she was powerless at the moment and unable to fight anymore.
"Isn't he out of seclusion yet?"
Lu Wushuang glanced at the zombie Qin army rushing up from all directions, and looked back at Song Jianqiu, who was standing there with his eyes closed. He could clearly feel that waves of terrifying sword intent were brewing in his body.
Controlled release outside the body.
This sword intent was something she had never felt before.
Essence, sharpness.
It seems like it can tear apart everything in the world.
"He is now in the most critical period of breakthrough and cannot be subject to any interference from the outside world."
Zhao Lian'er let out a breath. Hundreds of thousands of corpses were turned into Qin's siege. Even she felt some pressure.
The most important thing is that she knows that if Song Jianqiu does not end the seclusion, or if Lu Fan and Wenren Muxue appear, she will even exhaust the energy in her body to kill all the hundreds of thousands of corpse-turned-Qin troops.
