"Remember, I haven't contacted you for a while since I left last time?" Yan Luo didn't answer Shi Mu's question, and asked rhetorically. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You said you had something to deal with, and then you said it was already done...... What's the matter, has something happened again?" Shi Mu frowned slightly and asked.

"The day when we will go head-to-head with the emperor will not be too far away. In the last battle of Wuyan Star, I wanted to send the hundreds of thousands of necromantic armies that I had accumulated here to help you. During that time, some of the Divine Necromancers who were supposed to be sleeping underground began to haunt and snipe my army. Yan Luo spoke, his tone fluctuating slightly.

"These Divine Realm Necromancers shouldn't be your opponents. Shi Mu said.

"The underworld has the rules of the underworld, the appearance of these god realm necromantic creatures is not accidental, there must be something to provoke, if I don't figure out the reason and kill it, then from now on, the necromantic interface will not allow me. Yan Luo said.

"Then did you figure out the reason later?" Shi Mu's eyes flashed and he asked.

"It's Wu Ye's ghost. Yan Luo suddenly turned around and spoke.

"What?" Shi Mu said in surprise when he heard this.

In Shi Mu's impression, Wu Ye seemed to have been created by Yan Luo himself, how could he rebel against Yan Luo?

Moreover, Wu Ye's soul should still be controlled by Yan Luo's bondage.

"Wu Ye has been hiding his cultivation all along, he has already cultivated to the divine realm unconsciously, and he can get rid of the shackles of my soul at any time, but he has been lurking beside me by my side by the advantage of my trust in him. Those Divine Realm Necromancers were deliberately provoked by him. Yan Luo said.

"Could it be that you called me here this time, and it has something to do with this martial night?" Shi Mu's expression became a little solemn when he heard this.

"Not bad. When I left this time, in order to prevent changes, I handed over the fallen Sendai to him and the dagger spirit for temporary safekeeping. As a result, he struck the dagger spirit to pieces, took away the Falling Sendai, and took away a large army of necromancy. Yan Luo said something in a calm tone that surprised Shi Mu.

"Say, what do you need me to do?" Shi Mu took a deep breath and asked directly.

"Help me hold off the army of necrons it has taken with me, and I will kill this traitor with my own hands. Yan Luo said in a cold tone.

"Where is Wu Ye now?" Shi Mu asked.

"The Abyss. Yan Luo Zhen raised his head slightly, looked at the north, and said in his mouth.

......

At the necromantic interface, at the end of a brown mountain peak stretching for more than a thousand miles to the north, is a white ice field, the originally desolate and barren land, under the infection of the endless years of cold corpse qi, forming a light black frozen soil that does not melt all year round.

The terrain of this ice field is flat, with high and low undulations, and layers of light white, like cold grass grow on it, but if you look closely, you will find that these are not cold grass, but a layer of fine white broken bones.

In addition to this layer of white broken bones, every few hundred zhang on the ice field, you can see a pair of tall white skeletons, which are also covered by a thick layer of frost.

Occasionally, there would be a few sparkling turquoise phosphorus fires on top of these bones, but they would only flicker for a few breaths before disappearing, and this frozen wasteland still looked like a starry patch, with patches of green starlight from time to time, one after another, adding a bit of darkness and eerie atmosphere to the place.

Other than that, there is no sound in the whole wasteland, it is as quiet as a black and white ink painting, but there is no beauty at all, and there is always a suffocating sense of death.

Yin Qi accumulated over the ice field, forming a large thick lead-colored cumulus cloud that stretched for thousands of miles, pressing the canopy extremely low, and also blocking the light of the half of the blood moon from looming.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

The sound of the yin wind roaring sounded from time to time, like a ghost crying wolf, echoing on the sparse ice field for a long time.

The abyss, right in the deepest part of this white ice field.

It was a long, narrow ditch that was extremely secluded, like a great axe falling from the sky, splitting the frozen wasteland, and the area around this ditch was shrouded in a gray mist that was almost impossible to see.

At this moment, at the edge of the gray mist, two dazzling rays of light flew rapidly from the distant sky, and as they approached the gray mist, they flew down rapidly.

The figures of Shi Mu and Yan Luo appeared.

I only heard a "click", but when Shi Mu landed, he stepped on several white broken bones.

This inaudible crisp cracking sound was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky on this terrifyingly silent ice field.

In the gray mist ahead, there was a flicker, and two green flames lit up.

Then, like an infection, the green light flickered in the gray mist, and the flames continued to light up, covering the entire area covered by the fog in the blink of an eye.

The flames are big and small, high and low, and the night is not the same, the big one is dozens of zhang in circumference, the small one is not more than an inch, the high one hangs in the air at a height of thousands of zhang, and the low one does not exceed nine feet on the ground.

Seeing this, Shi Mu's pupils shrank slightly, but there was no surprise.

These are all the soul fires of undead creatures, and according to rough estimates, there are hundreds of thousands.

The ghost-like soul fire that spread all over the mountains lit up, emitting Dao light, not only did not make the surrounding temperature rise a little, but made the surroundings even colder.

Shi Mu looked at the two huge soul fires in the depths of the mist, and suddenly raised his right fist.

I saw that above the end of his fist, the golden red light flashed, and suddenly a raging fire rose, revealing bursts of scorching heat from it, and the frost on the white broken bones under his feet was so steaming that they melted one after another, scattering into a misty vapor.

Shi Mu's eyes flashed with golden light, and he took a step forward and slammed out with a punch.

On the surface of its fist, a raging flame burst into flames, condensing a huge flame fist with a diameter of a hundred zhang and flying out, heading straight for the depths of the mist.

"Boom Boom"

The shadow of the Flaming Fist continued to rub in the air, erupting into loud noises, and the dazzling light of the fire directly split the shrouded mist in two, splitting a huge ravine more than a thousand feet wide.

In the ravine, thousands of white bone skeletons and zombie rotting beasts revealed their bodies.

Directly below the Flame Fist shadow, hundreds of necromantic creatures, as soon as Fang revealed their figures, they turned into flying ashes under the scorching waves of fire, leaving only a black scorch mark more than a hundred feet wide on the ground.

Within a thousand feet, tens of thousands of necromantic creatures retreated, and the shadow of the Flame Fist roared and smashed into the depths of the mist.

As the flames continued to approach, the two huge soul fire bodies in the depths of the mist were finally revealed.

It was a giant ghost king with a bruised body, scaly armor on his belly, and a bull's head and a human body, with two white bone horns on his head, winding like a halberd, stabbing obliquely into the air.

Seeing the shadow of the Flame Fist rushing straight towards him, the Bone Horn Ghost King roared in the sky, holding two huge white bone giant axes in both hands, and jumped forward, taking the initiative to meet them.

But seeing that his two axes staggered and swung violently, he smashed towards the Flame Fist Shadow.

"Boom" was an earth-shattering loud bang.

The place where the flame fist shadow smashed down suddenly burst open, exploding a huge flame.

Immediately after, a thick pillar of flame rushed straight into the Nine Heavens like a dragon, and crashed headlong into the lead cloud in the sky.

"Boom"

Another bang.

The flames exploded in the lead clouds above the abyss, the clouds rolled, and the bursting air waves swirled in all directions, and more than a thousand skeleton soldiers were affected and shattered.

The violent wind kept sweeping, turning into a circle of circular qi walls, rolling in all directions, countless smaller skeleton soldiers were all impacted by this qi wall, flying into the air, their bodies were even more twisted, and their bones were gone.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, the misty fog that had gathered here for endless years was also swept away at once, and even the dark clouds in the sky were dispelled a lot, and the originally hazy red moonlight was able to fall on this area again.

The flames gradually dissipated, and the colossal body of the Bone Horn Ghost King was already like those ordinary dead spirits, shattered into countless pieces, scattered on the ground.

All of this seems complicated, but in fact, it is only two or three breaths of effort, and the ghost king who has cultivated into a strength comparable to that of a saint-rank powerhouse will disappear.

At this time, Shi Mu still maintained the posture of hitting out of his right fist, and he slowly retracted it at this moment, and Yan Luo on the side, from beginning to end, the expression on his pretty face did not change at all.

After the fog in front of us was cleared, the scene ahead was completely revealed.

The black ravine that had just been bombarded by Shi Mu was empty, and there were no more than half necromantic creatures, but there were still countless necromantic armies densely gathered on both sides of it.

Most of them were white-boned soldiers in shabby armor, mixed with a number of high-level skeleton soldiers with gold or silver bodies, and the number of skeleton soldiers was about the same, some huge zombie rotting beasts with festering bodies.

Behind this army, there are more than ten towering figures like mountains, all of which are some powerful ghost king-level necromancers.

The originally menacing necromantic army seemed to be intimidated by the power of Shi Mu's punch, and did not force forward again for a while.

Behind the army of necromancy, the huge horizontal abyss became a little clearer, and billowing gray mist was emerging from it.

"Where is Wu Ye?"

Yan Luo suddenly opened his mouth and let out a low snort, his voice was cold, like a shocking thunderclap, which shook the entire ice field.

Hearing this, countless necromantic creatures couldn't help but tremble with the soul fire in their eyes, and they seemed to be a little frightened, and they took a few steps back.

At this moment, I saw a violent gray mist surging in the abyss, and a huge and incomparable shadow rose from it.

Shi Mu looked intently, but saw that what rushed out of the abyss was actually a cyan griffin more than a hundred feet long.

The griffin had a cyan mane, except for its skull, which was completely white and bone-like, and its two huge eye sockets were lit with pale golden flames.

At the top of its skull, there was a small black shadow, holding a black bone knife in one hand and a falling Sendai in the other.