Chapter 73 He died, and died in a cold and miserable way
The army of the undead is so vast that it can be described as overwhelming.
The Sword Tomb was so crowded that it was filled with water.
Some of the little rabbit demons raised by Xu Changan were frightened to death.
However, among this army of undead, Xu Changan was alone, fighting vertically and horizontally.
Not only did he not die from exhausting his spiritual power as imagined, but he became stronger the more he killed.
The experience points gained are difficult to calculate, and the level increases crazily.
So far, only a few of the last big guys are left.
Xu Changan left them until the end, but now, it's time to solve it.
Holding the Shocking Sword in hand, he killed the last big guy.
"Ordinary Sword Technique!"
There are no unnecessary bells and whistles, just a simple sword light rising into the sky, leaving only a clear sky between heaven and earth!
"Kill the summoned undead, gain insights into the incomplete field, and gain 35,000 cultivation points."
After this sword strike, the voices of thousands of dead souls disappeared, and the setting sun only illuminated the stone house.
Xu Changan lay down casually on some pine boards in front of the stone house. The pine boards had just been split by Zhou Shuyue for him.
Panting heavily, I didn't have the energy to check the system prompts.
A ray of setting sun fell on his eyebrows and temples.
Sweat beads slid down his ears, reflecting a few rays of light.
The Shocking Sword fell at his feet, and Xu Changan no longer had the strength to take it.
More than a dozen flying needles also fell to the side helplessly.
We fought hard for one, two, three, four, five, six hours.
Tens of thousands of summoned undead were all killed by Xu Changan with one sword.
Not a single one is left.
And he didn't ask for anyone's help.
Although the spiritual power is full and sufficient, the mental consumption and physical fatigue are real.
Not to mention killing the undead, even playing the game for six hours is unbearable.
When I was killing undead before, I was so immersed in the joy of harvest that I really didn't feel the passage of time.
But now, after it is over, an indescribable feeling of exhaustion comes over me.
This feeling is like mating.
When doing it, just focus on excitement and exert force.
After finishing it, I only felt soreness in my back and legs, and just wanted to sleep.
That's how Xu Changan feels now.
He looked at the sunset and fell asleep in a daze.
This night, I slept extremely sweetly and had a sweet dream.
Xu Changan dreamed that he had risen to level 100 million, became the master of the world, and created the world.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.
Zhou Shuyue looked at Xu Changan and could feel his fatigue.
Warn a few little soul-calling birds not to make any sound.
In fact, no warning is needed, the little soul-calling birds dare not make a sound at all.
At this moment, he is still in a state where three souls are wandering and seven souls are separated from the body.
Since childhood, I have heard the legend of the demon king of the soul-calling bird clan, saying that although their fighting power is not particularly strong.
However, their summoning skills are unrivaled in the world!
It can be one against a hundred, one against a thousand, or even one against ten thousand. It is not a problem.
They are a race of soul-calling birds, a race born to create miracles.
No one can survive their undead army.
Therefore, they all dream of one day conquering the world with their undead army.
However, after seeing Xu Changan, they were stunned.
Their world view seems to have collapsed!
They really created a miracle, but they were the ones who were struck by the miracle, and Xu Changan was the real protagonist who dominated this miracle!
It turns out that one can really fight against ten thousand, or even tens of thousands!
They failed to conquer the world, or even a single person, and were already conquered by Xu Changan.
Seeing that the little soul-calling birds didn't respond, Zhou Shuyue took them as their acquiescence.
He gently set up a fire not far away, then returned to the stone house and took out the pickled flying bird.
No, it's a big pheasant, slowly roasting.
Thinking that when Xu Changan wakes up, it will be ready to eat.
Xu Changan fell asleep, staring at the flying sword of the soul-calling bird clan leader, which also lost control and fell to the ground.
But the soul-calling bird chief didn't run away.
His eyes were dull, staring stiffly at the sleeping Xu Changan over there. His eyes were unbelievable, indescribable, and endlessly complicated.
Although, he had already speculated that Xu Changan might really be able to kill all the undead.
But when this scene really happened in front of him, he still couldn't accept it.
He is different from those little soul-calling birds.
The little soul-calling birds have not formed a solid belief. Although they are also shocked, they can still accept it!
But he is the leader of the Soul-Calling Bird Clan and a first-level earth-level demon general.
Xu Changan's actions not only killed his summoned undead, but also killed the faith he had believed in for hundreds of years.
His worldview is collapsing.
His soul is also collapsing!
The leader of the Soul-Calling Bird clan stared at Xu Changan who was sleeping soundly.
His eyes slowly closed again.
Breathing also stopped.
he died.
Death is silent, death is inexplicable, death is worthless.
He was mad to death by Xu Changan and scared to death by Xu Changan.
Before he died, he had only one wish:
In my next life, I want to be a human being! I will never be a monster again!
Xu Changan, the culprit who caused all this, had no idea. He even turned over because he was sleeping comfortably, and a drop of crystal liquid flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Shuyue paid attention to Xu Changan, took out a handkerchief, quietly wiped Xu Changan's saliva clean, and while grilling meat, stared at Xu Changan's face.
I don't know what I was thinking of, and my eyes were a little wandering from time to time.
A hint of blush occasionally flashed across his face.
They didn't pay attention to the situation of the Soul-Calling Bird Clan Leader at all, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't care.
The little soul-calling birds were tied into rice dumplings and thrown aside. They were still immersed in shock and did not react.
I haven’t seen the leader of the soul-calling bird either!
He died like this.
Death is so cold and miserable!
At the same time, at the foot of Sword Tomb Mountain, Sword Burial Village.
That is the village where Li Dagou and the others are located.
It is said that it is a village left by the descendants of the tomb keeper of Jianzhong.
They relied on the tombkeepers of the Sword Tomb to survive, and they made offerings from time to time. Occasionally, the tombkeepers would come down the mountain to help them clean up some little monsters.
I usually get along pretty well.
But today, they encountered an unprecedented crisis.
A group of hen-sized cicadas flew over from the sky. Their faces were ugly, and their huge mouthparts were exposed, shining with a cold light.
Occasionally there is blood dripping.
It’s the September Demonic Cicada!
The defensive formation of Buried Sword Village is as weak as a piece of paper.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and it had been punctured.
Countless September cicadas rushed into this small village, biting people and eating blood whenever they saw them.
Everywhere he went, everything was in ruins.
It is said that the September Demonic Cicada at the beginning was also called the September Autumn Cicada.
Juvenile September cicadas hide deep underground until they emerge as adults. After emerging, they only have a lifespan of nine months, so they are named after them.
But later, a September cicada unexpectedly discovered that killing and devouring flesh and blood can extend their lifespan.
From then on, the endless killing, devouring, and growth of the September Demonic Cicada began.
Because they are not afraid of anyone who comes, they eat everything, humans, demons, demons, immortals, ghosts and gods without any scruples.
Even their own people eat it.
All eggs laid are eaten.
So much so that the September Demon Chan almost exterminated his own clan.
Later, a demon king took a fancy to the abilities of the September demon cicada, suppressed and raised it, and became a good weapon in the hands of the demon king.
The September demon cicada has become synonymous with killing and death.
Wherever they passed, all life disappeared.
And now, they appear in Buried Sword Village, bringing endless fear and uneasiness!
"Run quickly, run to the ancestral hall! There is a formation in the ancestral hall! Everyone, run to the ancestral hall."
The village chief greeted the panicked villagers and asked them to go to the ancestral hall to take shelter.
In the ancestral hall, there is a higher-level formation.
But before he could finish his words, a huge September Demonic Cicada smashed his head open and sucked out his brain.
The corpse was also eaten by other demonic cicadas!
The remaining people ran to the ancestral hall like crazy. Those who were slower became food!