Such a well-trained team, once put into battle, can definitely play a greater than two effects.

After they ran out of the gate of the corpse clan's imperial city, they quickly spread, trapping Wu Zhenfeng and the glasses man in a circular encirclement.

They were like a group of half-orcs covered in blood, wielding the strangely shaped weapons in their hands while shouting in unison, the shouts were like ancient spells, weird, twisted, and full of blood.

"Boss. ”

The glasses man's eyes flashed with excitement, he turned his head to glance at Wu Zhenfeng, and asked with interest, "Do you remember this scene?"

When Wu Zhenfeng heard this question, his brows furrowed tightly. He shook his head and said coldly, "I don't remember." ”

The man with glasses pursed his lips and said, "That's a pity." Otherwise......"

Speaking of this, the man with glasses quickly closed his mouth as if he suddenly remembered something.

Wu Zhenfeng stared at the man with glasses sharply, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to ask something, but after all, he only smashed his mouth twice, and did not ask.

Some memories, the reason why they will be lost, have been his own choice from the beginning.

He believed he had made the right choice in the first place.

So, since you have forgotten it, there is no need to remember it again.

As long as he still remembers the monstrous hatred, as long as he can keep a vengeful heart, it is enough.

The man with glasses secretly glanced at Wu Zhenfeng several times with his peripheral eyes, expecting to hear the question from his mouth, but, unfortunately, Wu Zhenfeng never asked any questions.

"Hey......" The man in glasses sighed a little frustrated.

This sigh was heard in Wu Zhenfeng's ears, but it was the left ear in and out of the right ear, and it did not go straight to the bottom of his heart at all.

At this moment, the man with glasses was dead.

He knew that it was obviously impossible for the boss, who was full of hatred, to take the initiative to think of other memories and feelings that he had discarded with his own hands.

Since this is the case, then, he, Da Xiong, Old Man Weng, and his sister must help the boss seal the memories that originally belonged to the boss alone, until the boss takes the initiative to take back these memories.

As he thought about this, a relieved smile suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man with glasses.

He didn't turn his head to look at Wu Zhenfeng, but looked intently at the gate of the imperial city in front of him, and said with a smile: "Boss, thank you for letting us appear." ”

Wu Zhenfeng's brows, which had just been stretched, were twisted together again because of the words of the man with glasses.

And at this moment, the man with glasses stretched out his arms, his head raised, and his body assumed an extremely pious posture, worshipping heaven and earth, like a believer.

Immediately afterwards, the man with glasses jumped up, his body curled up, like a compressed spring, until the spring was compressed to the extreme, and then, it bounced away!

Bang!

With the body of the man with glasses as the center, there was a burst of anger, and with a tongue of fire, he licked in all directions!

The strength of the man with glasses is terrifying!

He was able to control the flames with his bare hands, so that the flames in the sky burned with the momentum of burning the eight desolations!

Huhuhu......

The flames moved with the wind, like demons with fangs and claws.

Tongues of fire, sometimes gathered together, sometimes scattered, licking indiscriminately, like a demonic army, invincible!

The surrounding circle of corpse king team that surrounded Wu Zhenfeng and the glasses man, half of them were afraid of fire, and before the tongue of fire could roll them up, they fled one after another, but the other half was not afraid of fire, and a layer of black scabs formed on the surface of their bodies, as if they were tightly wrapped in a layer of iron sheets!

Facing this half of the corpse king who was not afraid of fire, the man with glasses suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, and a flash of mockery flashed in his eyes.

He habitually stretched out a finger, held up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, grinned, and said with a presumptuous smile: "Eat a trench and grow wisdom." I'm not going to jump into the same pit again!"

When the sound fell, the ten fingers of the glasses man's hands were spread, and he changed his gestures very flexibly, forming a complex handprint.

This handprint is like an ancient text, and every stroke is soaked in scarlet blood, floating in the air, as if it can drip blood with a light touch.

This ancient character looks a bit like a simplified character for "kill", but traces of the difference from the word "kill" can be found everywhere.

Scarlet unknown characters floated in mid-air, floating and sinking, like a flat boat in the sea.

Gradually, the sound of a stream of water sounded.

The scarlet text had melted into magma, like a stream of water, flowing towards the corpse kings with a scab on their bodies.

Rumble!

Boom Boom Boom ......

Wherever the magma passed, the space was shattered, and dense spatial cracks were all over the place, forming a net that swept away the surrounding circle of corpse kings with scabs on the surface of their bodies.

The corpse kings encountered the spatial crack, and they had no ability to break through the air and escape.

When the scorching magma formed by the melting of the scarlet words swept over the corpse kings, they realized that the layer of "iron skin" on their body could not resist the gnawing of the ultra-high temperature magma at all.

And at this moment, they are deprived of their freedom of movement by the spatial crack, and there is no second way to choose other than to stay where they are, struggling and melting into a part of the magma.

Sneer......

One by one, the corpse kings turned into a puff of water vapor in the magma and disappeared without a trace.

And those corpse kings who fled early because they were afraid of fire instead picked up a life in vain.

finally survived, and no corpse king dared to take the initiative to find trouble with the glasses man and Wu Zhenfeng.

Seeing that the corpse kings in front of him avoided him, the man with glasses turned his head and looked at Wu Zhenfeng with a smile, with a long-lost look of pride on his face.

It seemed to be asking, "Boss, how's it going?"

Wu Zhenfeng didn't say anything, just nodded at the man with glasses with a calm face, as a response.

There was such a big movement at this moment, and it attracted a lot of attention both inside and outside the corpse clan imperial city.

There are corpse kings at all levels, princes and princesses, and naturally there are also people who drive corpses.

In the south of the Imperial City of the Corpse Clan, in a black pepper forest about fifteen kilometers away from the gate of the Imperial City, a man who was as strong as a bear and whose naked upper body was covered with all kinds of scars, after tearing open an SS-class corpse king with his bare hands, turned his head suddenly, his eyes were shining with golden light, and looked in the direction where the imperial city was located.

Around him, there were several other corpse chasers with wounds on their bodies.

One of the corpse chasers noticed the strong man's strong reaction and asked curiously, "Big Bear, what's wrong?"

The strong man called the Great Bear suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and roared at the sky.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

As soon as the roar sounded, several corpse chasers around the bear all raised their hands and covered their ears with force.

At the same time, they ran as soon as possible, trying to distance themselves from the bear as quickly as possible.

"Run! Big Bear is going crazy again!"

"Cover your ears!

Even so, they were bleeding from the sound waves that came out of the bear's mouth, and the blood flowed out of their eye sockets, from their nostrils, and from between the fingers of their ears that were tightly covered.

But Da Xiong didn't care about the miserable appearance of these corpse chasers who were originally staying with him, but after roaring wildly, he closed his mouth and ran in the direction of the corpse royal city like crazy.

At the same time.

Northeast of the Imperial City of the Corpse Clan.

A swamp shrouded in miasma is ruthlessly devouring dozens of S-class corpse kings, three SS-class corpse kings, and five corpse chasers.

Both the Corpse King and the Corpse Chaser are struggling in the swamp.

But the more they struggled, the faster their bodies sank.

In a short time, the most struggling corpse kings had already sunk into the swamp, leaving only one head, floating on the surface of the silt, floating and sinking.

The swamp has been cursed by an unknown name, devouring only the torso, but not the head of any living being.

In other words, any life that falls into this swamp, as long as it is not saved, will have to starve to death in this swamp, and in the end, only a head remains, floating on the surface of the silt for a long time, until it becomes a skeleton.

Like any of the thousands of skeletons floating in this swamp.

"Weng Lao, help, Weng Lao!"

"Help me! I don't want to die! Weng Lao, please, save me......"

"Weng Lao, help......"

......

Unlike the corpse kings whose entire bodies had fallen into the swamp, the five corpse chasers whose bodies were also sinking a little bit in the swamp were all calling for help. And the object of their help is a skinny old man and a beautiful girl with a soft and cute appearance.

The old man's age must be more than ninety years old, and his body is already old, giving people a feeling that he may die at any time.

The cute girl is still young and small, looking like she will be twelve or thirteen years old, less than one meter five tall, and her body is very thin, as if a breeze can blow her down.

The cute girl took the old man's arm and stood together, standing on the swamp, but there was no sign that she was about to fall.

Both of them were expressionless, as if they couldn't hear the cries for help from the corpse chasers in the swamp in front of them.

"Grandpa Weng, do you feel it?"

The cute girl asked, "The heat wave fluctuation just now, it should be Brother Glasses, right?"

"Hmm. ”

The old man, who was called Grandpa Weng by the cute girl, nodded and said, "That's right, my sister, it's a glasses boy." ”

"Great. ”

The younger sister finally smiled happily and danced with her hands, "Brother glasses must be using this way to attract our attention." He's here, so that means the boss is back!"

Saying this, the younger sister couldn't wait to grow a pair of wings, and immediately flew to the side of the boss and the man with glasses.