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The breath of the dead is a very mysterious gas, neither dead gas, nor living gas, nor spiritual qi, it is a gas condensed after the death of countless people.

"It's a pity that those storage rings have been eroded, otherwise you can make a windfall!"

Lynch smiled bitterly and shook his head, there is a Nine Heavens Sword Sect below that needs to be taken care of, and the resources he left behind are estimated to last for a year.

Years have passed, and more resources are needed to grow in, but Lynch still feels lacking.

The yin wind gusted, and suddenly a strange cold wind blew, Lynch shrunk his neck, and entered the sainthood, he had already reached the point where the cold and heat were not invaded, how could he feel cold.

Stopped, a dense layer of white sweat emerged, and a strong crisis was approaching him.

Over the years, I don't know how many times I have crawled on the edge of life and death, and this time is no exception, as if I was stared at by something mysterious.

This feeling is very bad, except for the cold cool breeze around, he is the only one alone, there is a thick fog everywhere, and he can't see far.

No one has ever entered the Valley of the Dead, and what it looks like inside is estimated that only the dead know.

The yin wind became thicker and thicker, and the dragon slaying sword appeared, and that strong killing intent was rapidly approaching.

His right hand held the Dragon Slayer Sword tightly, and he had never been so nervous.

Whether it is a gambling conference or being trapped in the four sides of Thundering Island, Lynch faces it calmly.

It was uncomfortable, as if he was left here naked, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Stepping on ......"

The ground shook suddenly, as if countless armies were approaching, and from the clouds, rows of figures appeared, as if the army was walking.

Bursts of drums were beating, this is the marching drum that the two armies will only go to when they fight, how could it appear here.

Countless soldiers, armed with swords and halberds, rushed towards Lynch, already thinking of him as an enemy on the battlefield.

A ghost head knife slashed down at Lynch's head, the ghost wind was sluggish, where did Lynch dare to be careless, and he stopped it with a wave of the dragon slaying sword.

With a sweep of the sword, the ghost soldier was slashed, turned into a cloud of undead qi, and headed straight for Lynch.

Killed one, more soldiers rushed up, densely packed, and Lynch saw that his scalp was exploding.

You can't see the edge at a glance, you want to kill them all, even if it's a martial god, the strength of these soldiers is not low, and the lowest is the level of martial arts, what a strong army this is.

Surrounded by soldiers, Lynch had no other way but to fight, and only then was he promoted to a second-grade martial saint and released himself here.

The sword and sword shadows, one by one the soldiers fell, and the war drums in the distance became louder, as if the horn of the charge was blown, and Lynch's clothes were already soaked.

Before he knew it, he fought for an hour, killed thousands of soldiers, and turned into pure undead qi and burrowed into Lynch's body.

The Tree of Death, which grew rapidly, and more Deathvines appeared, covering the entire Death Root.

The arm began to go numb, Lynch was not a god, three hours had passed, the killing was still continuing, and if he was an ordinary person, he would have died of exhaustion.

The strength of the soldiers is also increasing, from the first-grade martial arts, gradually to the ninth-grade martial arts, and even some martial saints appear.

This made Lynch's pressure bigger and bigger, and there was actually a wound on his body, which was extremely weird.

Strangely, the wounds hadn't healed yet, which made Lynch's brow furrow.

The killing was going on, Lynch was tired, he just wanted to lie down and sleep well, from morning to afternoon, the soldiers around him were constantly coming, as if endless.

If Lynch doesn't die, the killing will continue until he is drained.

As time passed, the realm of the soldier became higher and higher, and the five-rank martial saint that actually appeared, Lynch couldn't hold it anymore, and the soul of the Nine Absolute Sword was wilting, and after being cast twice, it became like this.

In this way, the undead qi did not erode him, and he died at the hands of the strange soldiers.

"Wait!"

Lynch's mind was racing as he fought, things were never so simple, he always felt that he had overlooked something.

"That's right, it's the breath of the undead!"

He ignored the most essential thing, Lynch looked up to the sky and laughed, tears of laughter flowed out, the long sword in his hand, one waved, and the three soldiers who rushed over were cut off by the waist.

An incredible idea was born in Lynch's mind, these soldiers did exist, and even existed for a long time, so long that Lynch did not dare to imagine.

Maybe 10,000 years ago, maybe 100,000 years ago, this must have been a battlefield.

After the death of those soldiers, an endless aura of undead was formed, which evolved into the Valley of the Dead, binding the last scene of their lives here.

As soon as a living person approaches, the undead qi is automatically activated, and the image of the living life is revealed by itself, and Lynch becomes their enemy.

This is Lynch's speculation, which is very well-founded, and the depths of the Valley of the Dead, as far as the eye can see, are like a grassland with endless horizons, which is just right for handing over troops and marching to fight.

It's just that Lynch doesn't understand how strong this army must be as a soldier at the level of a martial saint.

In the Seven Heavens, it is impossible for the Martial Saint to be like locusts, everywhere, the soldiers here are endless, and it is estimated that a Martial God soldier will emerge, which is not surprising.

The Martial God is in the Seven Heavens, almost a top-level existence, and here he is actually a soldier, how can Lynch not be surprised, how not afraid.

If anyone had such an army, wouldn't they be able to sweep through the Nine Heavens?

There is only one possibility, this kind of army comes from ancient times, or even longer, and it is rumored that at that time, it was a paradise for cultivators.

After countless changes, how many exercise cheats have disappeared into the dust of history, as well as countless heavenly and earthly treasures, have disappeared since then.

Cultivation has become more perfect, but it has become more and more difficult.

Killing a person can release a faint breath of death.

If you die a hundred people, you can release a thick corpse qi.

If you die a thousand people, you can release a trace of the spirit of the dead.

That 10,000 people, 100,000 people, or even a million people, Lynch didn't dare to continue to think about it, because a more powerful army appeared, stepping on auspicious clouds, and the breath of an emperor actually appeared.

No wonder in the Valley of the Dead, burying the dead corpses, even if the peak martial god comes in, he doesn't want to get out alive, unless he ignores the qi of the undead.

It seems unreal, but it is real, and everything alternates between the unreal.

The overwhelming army can quickly overwhelm Lynch, and in the face of such a team, Lynch has almost no hope of winning.

"The monsters that have been dead for tens of thousands of years are just a phantom, and I am ridiculously fighting them!"

Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly, from the beginning, he was wrong, and only then did he wake up at this moment, fortunately in time, otherwise his physical strength would be exhausted. "Extinguishing the Blood Sacrifice!"

The Tree of Death suddenly appeared, took root in the ground, and unscrupulously sucked the undead qi around it, and those soldiers suddenly exploded, turning into a mass of undead qi, which became the nourishment of the Tree of Death.

They have been dead for I don't know how many years, and they don't even have their minds, they just retain the consciousness before they die, and they keep attacking.

The Tree of Death is growing wildly, getting taller and taller, and has covered the sky and the sun, like an ancient sacred tree.

Standing under the sacred tree, feeling the changes brought about by the qi of the undead, after those powers were fed back to the body, Lynch's power was rising steadily.

It's a pity that it can't bring about a change in the realm, which doesn't prevent Lynch from improving his strength, and there are more and more laws.

There are so many soldiers who have died, and there are many high-level martial saints among them, and the laws contained in them, even if there is not one, so many martial saints are enough to make Lynch feast.

The speed of the growth of the physical body and the yuan force made Lynch shocked for a while, and now in the face of the five-rank martial saint, I am afraid that a simple punch can blow it up.

This is the effect of the increase in strength, absorbing it for a full hour, and all the lost power is back, but the whole body is filled with more powerful energy fluctuations.

The stout Martial Saint Laws, even if they are seventh-rank Martial Saints, cannot be compared.

Like an iron cable, Lynch's flesh and bones are firmly locked together, building an unbreakable body.

With a punch, there was a faint fluctuation in the space in front of him, like a tide, shaking countless soldiers out.

"It's so strong!"

Feeling the changes brought about by his body, Lynch's face showed a look of horror, this punch can hit the Sixth Rank Martial Saint hard.

Coupled with the hole cards, it should not be a big problem to kill the six-rank martial saint.

It wasn't until dusk that the flesh was finally saturated, and the Tree of Death stopped absorbing, reaching a critical value, and if it was absorbed, Lynch's flesh would explode unless it broke through the realm.

There is a limit to what the human body can accommodate, and exceeding this limit is counterproductive.

Retract the Tree of Death, entrenched in the spiritual root, with just one thought, the Death Vine can extend to every corner of the void, a terrifying mess.

Walking in the Valley of the Dead, he was no longer afraid of those soldiers, the war drums were beating, and he was actually collecting troops in Mingjin.

The battle came and went faster, and the Valley of the Dead instantly returned to calm, and the yin wind around it was gradually disappearing.

"The legendary Yin Soldier, I actually saw it. ”

In an ancient book, a lot of things about the Yin Soldier were recorded.

Especially on some battlefields, countless soldiers have died, and whenever it is night, some people can even hear the sound of horns when they see the scene of soldiers fighting.

Mortals call it a Yin soldier passing by, and some people call it an illusion, no matter which one it is, it all means the same thing.

After death, there is really a trace of the soul, but tens of thousands of years have passed, and the soul has become the qi of the undead, and it cannot be formed in a solid state, so it has become like this.

At night, the aura of the undead gathers together, and some people can see it with the naked eye, while others can't see it, and they can feel the gusts of yin wind.

This is also one of the reasons why many battlefields have become dead places, which cannot be inhabited, and the yin qi there is too heavy.

If you encounter the Yin soldiers to open the way, you will definitely be scared to death, Rao is Lynch has a strong heart, or is he scared into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, there is the Tree of Death, otherwise it would have stayed here forever, just like those predecessors.

(End of chapter)