Although there are constantly zombies being chopped down and smashed, they are still not afraid of death, fearless, the domineering and bright sword ring is compressed step by step, the cold front trembles, and the clanging sound sounds, as if it is overwhelmed, and the Tianlin sword that has no place is slowly pulling out. August 1st?中文网? ?? (1) .?8?1?Z (8)?.COM

Every time the sword ring shrinks by one foot, the Tianlin Sword rises by one inch!

Looking at the zombies who are not afraid of death below, their expressions are cold, stepping on the sword light, people have carried Tianlin flying down, the sword light is brilliant, wanton vertical and horizontal, the hall is empty, the four Tianlin Gang swords dance and shuttle, back and forth, every time they pass by, they can hit and kill a zombie.

Clusters of sword light exploded and poured in the fierce corpses, the gods fell, the starlight shot and killed, and the heavenly river poured into the ice, and the fire dragon roared and raged.

Among them, there is the sound of fist-to-flesh fighting, the evolution of martial arts, the immortal wind and cloud body hunting robes, the heavenly phoenix law fluttering its wings and roaring to the sky, and the destruction fist intent of breaking the sky and breaking the law is struck, destroying and killing everything.

The zombies are as fast as the wind and thunder, and the body of the sorrow is even faster than them!

The claws of zombies are indestructible, and the blades of sorrow are sharper than them!

The body of the zombie is as hard as gold, and the sword body of the broken sorrow is even more domineering than them!

The power of zombies destroys mountains and mountains, breaks sorrow and martial arts, and kills everything!

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, three hours had passed, and there were very few zombies in the temple at this time.

During this time, these zombies are like wheat waves in the fields and weeds in the mountains, constantly falling and rising, never tireless, fearless of life and death, with perverted defenses, and terrifying healing and recovery abilities.

Relying on the support of a large number of Shenmu Dan and the spiritual power of Spirit Monkey Wine, it took more than three hours to break the sorrow, and finally ended this tragic protracted war of attrition.

It wasn't until the last zombie fell down and the corpse was separated, that he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and secretly called perverted, and now he was a little nervous, and his spirit was highly nervous, for fear that in the next moment, the zombie would suddenly resume his outburst.

This is him, strong combat power, rich combat experience, sword body, supernatural powers, magic weapons, and Taoism are all good, and he has a solid family background to support him, not that he brags, change the monk of the Origin Realm here, even if he is at the peak of perfection, if the foundation is not enough, he will be eaten alive by these zombies in the end.

After breathing for a moment, his sorrowful gaze swept across the hall, and when he saw the ten-zhang high bronze giant door behind the White Bone Throne, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he pushed the door and stepped in.

Behind the door is a wide corridor of dark twists and turns, breaking sorrow all the way through, every time you walk through a section, the bronze lamp hanging high on the top will give birth to a blue flame out of thin air, illuminating it.

The fire is swaying faintly, illuminating several square circles, and each fang beam is under this sparkling ghost fire, and the epic picture scroll painted and carved on it is revealed, which is magnificent and lifelike.

From the primeval conquest, the birth of the generals, the preaching of the drought, to the hundred clans being joined by the four clans and banished to the outside of the Zhongtian Domain, the origin, rise and fall of the primeval corpse clan are all painted on this tortuous and gloomy corridor.

Broken sorrow's eyes flashed, and his heart couldn't help but give birth to a shock, peeping at the leopard, the strength of the primeval race is undoubted, if it weren't for the ancient sages, joining hands to seal and banish, now in the middle of the sky, the hundred races are still there, what kind of situation is it, is the human race still the protagonist of heaven and earth?

Ask yourself, and be silent for a while.

It is true that in this vast and ancient epic picture, the corpse clan is one of the primeval hundred tribes, deeply calculated and persecuted, and until now, it is still shouted and beaten and killed, and has become the existence of the world's spittle, disgust, and fear, but the role played by the human race is not so glorious, and even ugly and treacherous as a demon.

Among them, how much is true, how much is false, and there is no way to know the sorrow, but in the face of the fact that the human race now dominates the heavens, is the protagonist of heaven and earth, and enjoys the result of boundless luck, in addition to being happy, it is calm.

I can't say right or wrong, I can't talk about good or bad, in the last life, he was a human race, and in this life, he entered the immortal road, and he was still a human race.

The human race is the protagonist, has the most extensive land resources, is favored and favored by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and has no reason to be unhappy, such an encounter as the primeval corpse clan, although it is very tragic and pitiful, but what does this have to do with him?

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, if the primeval corpse clan dominates Zhongtian, or any of the hundred clans dominates, what should be the current situation of the human race?

Being enslaved, or even used as food or furnace, is very likely to be born!

The alien race is not friendly, there are so many resources, there are still disputes within the race, how the foreign race will be treated, you can imagine!

Breaking sorrow is not a, so it is naturally impossible to hold grievances for other races, let alone denounce the despicable cruelty of the ancestors as a human race now, and charge forward for the rise and revival of all races.

Therefore, although he was shocked by the ancient strength of the ancient corpse clan, from the perspective of the human race, he looked indifferent and hard-hearted from beginning to end, and did not touch the waves.

But it's a pity that Broken Sorrow didn't find it, this ancient epic picture, all the way to the end of the corridor, only recorded the last scene of the corpse clan being sealed and banished, but it was not involved in the rise of the medieval corpse king, and the chapter of the future.

With a hint of regret and gloom, I crossed the corridor and approached a huge palace around the corner.

This is a dormitory, to be precise, this is the dormitory where the corpse king will leave, and it is also the ultimate goal of this trip.

Wu Yue and Jiang Li are all in it!

"Huh?!"

Stopping outside the hall, he looked at the closed door of the temple with sorrow, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At this time, there was a whimpering sound from the hall, like crying and complaining, extremely sad, so that Xuan Chou couldn't help frowning, feeling a little strange.

"Jiangli has not yet been resurrected, the real body is dead, only the original god remains, with his identity and current state, it is impossible to have leisure and ease to blow the flute, such a sad music, and it is definitely not the work of a generation of heroes. ”

"Wu Yue was imprisoned, life and death are not up to anyone, and it is even more impossible to be in danger. In particular, he had never heard him play the flute and fiddle with the instruments, and it was clear that he was not good at it. ”

"To be able to blow such a flute sound, it shouldn't be a big evildoer, but, could it be that weird purple-eyed zombie?"

In my mind, I inexplicably thought of the wasteland of bones, the purple-eyed zombie that was destroyed and reborn, and I felt a little unbelievable.

The fourth-order zombie in the Huading Realm, his wisdom has not been opened, and he only knows that Ru Mao drinks blood, how can he blow such a flute sound, if not, could it be that there are other people in this corpse king's dormitory?

"Go in and see!"

A sharp edge flashed in his sorrowful eyes, and he thought about it in his heart, and he didn't think about it anymore.

(End of chapter)