Tian Ze held Liu Suqing's slightly cold little hand and moved closer to her.

Liu Suqing nodded like honey in her heart, "It's much better now." ”

The crowd marched cautiously towards the unknown ahead, walking a distance of about a few hundred steps. Suddenly, a thick and bloody smell came from the front, not like a pure fishy smell, but more like a product combined with the foul smell emanating from the beetle.

"What kind of smell is this? it stinks worse than a pit!" Zhao Er said as he sealed his sense of smell, but this rich breath still made him involuntarily hide his face and frown.

Pang Wenxuan said softly and cautiously: "Everyone be careful, since Ji Yuqi has not subdued the Holy Lin Heavenly Rider so far, it means that there must be an existence in this that makes him jealous." ”

Everyone cautiously advanced more than a hundred steps, and the smell of blood in front of them disappeared instantly, as if they were isolated by an invisible wall of qi, and their eyes suddenly brightened.

In the light, I was surprised to see a group of soldiers wearing platinum holy armor, each of whom had a tall horse on his side, but all the people and horses had turned into dried corpses, and their faces were slightly bowed, as if they were sighing, and they seemed to be unwilling, as if they were interrogating the earth.

"It turns out that this is the Shenglin Heavenly Horse! It is really the army of the gods! The white armor of the heavenly robe is the heart of the general, and the sword is falling to the heroic soul! This is exactly the scene!" Pang Wenxuan couldn't stop being excited, after all, it was the legendary divine army, and seeing each other through thousands of years of history can always amaze future generations.

The three brothers of the Zhao family were also full of curiosity, walking around and looking at everything.

However, Tianze was holding Liu Suqing tightly, his palms were already sweating, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.

Liu Suqing felt Tianze's abnormality and said worriedly: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Tian Ze shook his head slowly, as if he had seen the hell in the Nine Shadows with his own eyes, his hair stood up, and he said tremblingly: "Qing'er, I'...... I see death!"

If Tian Ze hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that time had such a thick aura of resentment.

Through Tianze's eyes, he was shocked to see that in the space in front of him, there was no innocent color, and as far as the eye could see, it was an eternal purple and red scene. Countless evil spirits roamed it, screaming and shouting, as if they wanted to be the enemy of all living beings in the world.

If you say that there is a hell in the world, you should come here!

"Let's go...... Let's go!"

Tian Ze exclaimed, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and everyone's back road was blocked by countless rocks, and now they were cornered.

Boom!

Hearing only a horse bark, the previous corpse in battle armor actually rushed out of the ground on a white bone war horse, and according to the direction it went, the rocks behind him should have been shot down by him.

The corpse of the battle armor said coldly, like a hellish ghost: "Whoever commits the Holy Lin Heavenly Rider!

Tian Ze took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Senior, we have no intention of bothering, so we will leave, you don't have to send it." ”

However, the man's armor and corpse were unheard, still repeating the previous words.

Seeing that there would be a battle today, Tian Ze stopped playing tricks, pulled out the Demon Heaven Weapon in his arm bones, and said to Xiao Qian: "Protect Su Qing!"

Xiao Qian controlled the Demon Heaven Weapon and drew a graceful arc in the air, "Don't worry!

Liu Suqing instructed: "Husband, you should be careful!"

Tian Ze nodded and hummed softly.

At this moment, among the white skulls of the white bone war horses under the corpses of the battle armor, a bloody light suddenly appeared, and then it collapsed from the eyes, as if it turned into a bright firework in the sky, falling on nearly 10,000 people and horses.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......"

In astonishment, I only listened to the originally silent stone cave, and gradually remembered the sound of heavy breathing, and in just a few blinks of an eye, the sound of breathing has changed from weak to sensational thunder, earth-shattering, and the power of shocking people's hearts is constantly wandering here.

"The corpses are alive!" Zhao Da screamed, his mouth wide open as if he could stuff a small watermelon.

In front of everyone's eyes, countless dried corpses slowly stood up from the ground, and drew swords or spears from their horses, and roared in their throats, just like the evil ghosts who had just crawled out of the ghost gate.

Only then did Tian Ze understand that they were not dead sealed, nor alive sealed, but more powerful magic seals.

The magic seal is a certain spell as a sustenance, the monk's three souls and seven spirits are sealed in it, and the person who receives this spell is not considered dead in the real sense, and there is an essential difference between it and the living, which is equivalent to the existence of the living dead. As for the function of the seal, it is also different depending on the technique.

At this time, Tian Ze finally understood why Ji Yuqi didn't dare to come here with so much powerful help, and what he was afraid of in his heart was this magic seal.

In the mysterious stone cave, the dried corpses that have been re-resurrected after thousands of years have stepped on their war horses, carrying war knives and spears, wanting to kill the invading enemy.

"Kill!"

With a wave of the sword, a gray 'tide' came to the front, and the sword was pointed at the head of the enemy in front of him.

The people of Tianze are now incomparable, and they can only rise up to fight.

"Everyone be careful!"

Tian Ze shouted, and then controlled the Dark Coffin and rushed forward.

As one of the inscriptions of the legendary Eight Strange Heavens, the Coffin of Doom is made of nameless gods, and the heavens and the earth are created and reproduced, and the weapons cast by all people in the world cannot be their opponents.

I saw that Tianze's right palm was lightly covered on the lid of the coffin, and the huge coffin of the Doom and the Netherworld seemed to be one with Tianze, and with a wave of his hand, the Doom and Netherworld Coffin carried a majestic and majestic force to sweep the circle, and in the blink of an eye, thirty or fifty dried corpses were smashed into powder, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Turning around again, sixteen or seventeen war horses were swept to the ground, without limbs, and could only keep squirming with their bodies.

This scene is cruel, even if it is a dried corpse as pale as a clay sculpture, it will make people frown.

In addition, the situation of the others is also more optimistic than imagined, the army of dried corpses in front of them is just a weak rotten tree and dead branches, and an attack is launched, which is the momentum of destruction and decay, and the army of dry corpses has no power to fight back.

Although everyone has the advantage at the moment, Tianze is still not happy, because the current army of dry corpses has not yet fused with the rich resentment in the air, which means that the dry corpses at this time are using the most basic strength to fight against everyone, intending to crush everyone with wheel warfare.

At this time, the battle armor on the white bone war horse in the distance waved the corpse battle knife, and countless resentful qi in the sky turned into purple-red meteors and flew into the head of the dry corpse.

Suddenly, a wave of angry aura rushed to the corpse, whether it was a person or a horse, there were bursts of heavy killing aura on the body, as if they had already incarnated nearly 10,000 killing gods, and they were afraid that the lives that died under the Shenglin Heavenly Rider had already exceeded a million.

"Be careful!"

Tian Ze reminded everyone as he used the Coffin of Doom to resist the attack.

Right now!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Tian Ze and the coffin of the Doom were knocked ten feet away by a soldier and smashed heavily on the stone wall.

Fortunately, Tian Ze has the blessing of the dragon bloodline, and the strength of his body is beyond the reach of ordinary people. But even so, Tianze still felt a slight tingling pain in his back.

"What a powerful force!" Tian Ze exclaimed, the strength he had suffered had increased by at least a hundred times compared to the strength of the previous dry corpse.

However, Tian Ze didn't know that Fang Cai's blow, even if a monk from the Yuan Infant Realm struck a blow, he would be seriously injured and vomit blood, but he himself survived with an extremely strong body, only a little pain.

Inheriting this blow is mainly due to the dragon bloodline and the Xuanwu ancestral heart, these two creation forces have raised Tianze's physical strength to the point of metamorphosis.

Others, on the other hand, have been hurt to varying degrees.

Among them, Pang Wenxuan is okay, after all, he is from the Yuanying Realm, and even so, there are several wounds on his body; Liu Suqing has the strength of Yaohua Jiuli, and with the help of the Demon Heaven Weapon and Xiao Qian, it is only the impact of qi and blood, but the situation is no longer optimistic.

The worst is the three brothers of the Zhao family!

I saw hundreds of dried corpses and war horses surrounding the three of them, like lotus petals wrapped in lotus flowers, which can be called a ten-sided killing machine, every few breaths, you have to punch hard, even if there is an orthodox Dao method, but the helpless realm is too low, it is difficult to parry, Zhao Da's ribs have been cracked twice.

"Hold on! I'll slap the leader to death!"

As Tian Ze spoke, countless purple-black hatred powers surged on his body, tightly wrapped in the Coffin of the Underworld, forming a Hongda blade centered on the Coffin of the Underworld, and slashed at the corpse of the battle armor on the white bone war horse.

This resentful power is the resentment contained in the flesh and blood of Xuanwu Ancestor, and after the blessing of the sword spirit transformed by Li Yuling's resentful heart, Tianze's resentment qi has reached an unprecedented strength at this time, compared to the current resentment tide of the Shenglin Tianqi's heart, it is not weak at all.

"Resentment orders a thousand heavy burials in my heart!"

Tian Ze held the coffin of the underworld in his hand, shook it hard, and a Hongdae blade that exuded the power of billowing purple and red resentment suddenly slashed down, and bursts of sadness and burial breath emanated from it.

This move is from the "Heavenly Condensation Meditation Realm" in a personal rank of the martial arts "Resentment Knife", this martial art is said to be a small sect in the Eastern Regions four thousand years ago to understand the heart of the mastery, because the knife is too pathetic, so almost all the disciples are depressed and commit suicide, so that the sect gradually declined, and finally destroyed their own door.

And this trick was created by the last head on his deathbed, and it was the first time he performed it, and it was also the last time he performed it.

To Tianze's surprise, "Heavenly Meditation Realm" unexpectedly recorded a little about this:

A knife down, ten miles silent, sound, color, moving, everything is like a scene of condensing ice, in the end, people die and bury their hearts.

Tian Ze used this trick at this time, which not only contained the power of resentment, but also the power of death in his body.

The black blade formed by the blessing of heavy power seems to be intent on splitting the heavens and the earth and burying one's heart.