"Master, I am an overlord here, but in the dark city that they cherish, there are many strong people, and there are many high-level undead entrenched, which is not something we can easily handle. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】”

The ghost led the way in front of him, sighing, his eyes flashing with envy and jealousy of the dark city.

"There are undead in the city of darkness, and it is said that it is a royal city built by the Dark Council; There are also undead who counter, saying that they lived in the vicinity before the people of the Dark Council came; There is also a legend that the city was built for the undead. The City of Darkness may have been built for the undead, and the only thing I know for sure is that the undead will grow faster in the city. ”

"It should be the intensity of the aura, caused by the effect of the magic circle, right?" Tang Chuan thought about it, explained it according to what he had learned, and told it to himself.

After listening to Tang Chuan's explanation, the ghost was stunned and only amazed, this kind of explanation she had never heard of, but it made sense. The magic circle, the aura she also knows, but she has not really touched it.

"According to what the master said, as long as you know the principle of the magic circle, can you recreate a bigger and larger dark city?" The ghost couldn't help but longing for it, she must not have heard the saying that the soul goes to a high place and the water flows to a low place, but she has an upward heart.

Tang Chuan shook his head, things are not so simple. According to her, there are many undead in the Dark City, and most of the strong ones have given birth to spiritual intelligence, and it is no problem to practice dark spells or study formations, so it is not a big problem to rebuild a dark city for the top undead among them. But is there a second city of the dead? The answer is no.

"It's not that simple." Tang Chuan looked at the black city wall that gradually appeared on the horizon, and the city wall was incomparably small skeletons, zombies, ghosts, black knights, lichs, and so on......

Beneath the city walls, there was a hint of life, endless yellow withered grass trampled by wandering patrols of the undead, who seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"Human!"

The black knight shouted, and came out of the col, riding a bone horse, carrying a black sword, and his cheeks covered by his visor showed a hint of cruelty and excitement.

Since its birth, he has gone out once, and was summoned by a powerful necromancer to fight for him, and that was the beginning of its birth of intelligence, and it was also that time that he tasted R, a person with a delicate temperament.

However, for a hundred years, he had been hunting those skeletons under the blood moon, which was really a bit boring, let alone the zombies, although he had long been accustomed to the rancid smell, he still refused to appear by the zombies beside him, and rarely cut off his head with the great sword in his hand.

"You guys stand back, I'm going to taste his blood!"

The black knight shouted loudly, startling a group of undead behind him to retreat, not daring to approach the bad-tempered leader.

"That's it?"

Easily parrying the heavy sword that was like thunder, Tang Chuan was a little disappointed, maybe the realm was high, and he didn't have any interest in the side dishes that had not yet stepped into the Xuanming Realm.

With his sword in hand, the Black Knight still wields a heavy sword, and his frightened appearance has become the only memory left of the scattered members of the undead patrol.

"That's it?"

The ghost couldn't tell how he was feeling at the moment, he couldn't talk about happiness, he couldn't be sad, he couldn't be sad, he couldn't be related to him. Otherwise, there should be only the rabbit and the fox sad.

"I'll leave the rest to you, I'm too lazy to do it if my strength is not as good as yours." Tang Chuan said, he was really a little disappointed, the strength of this black knight was indeed one point stronger than them, but just that one point did not mean anything to Tang Chuan.

"Me, just me?"

There is no doubt that the ghost was surprised by Tang Chuan's arrangement, to know which undead creatures are high-level, not born weak like himself, and he is desperate to live today.

The world has never used fairness, both in life and after death. Some races are born with demigod-level strength, unlike themselves, who spend hundreds to become demigods.

"You're the only one." He added.

Sure enough, with a sigh in her heart, the ghost had to grit her teeth and move forward, she saw with her own eyes that three strong people who were not weaker than herself were killed by this guy with one blow, and it was like enjoying it.

She walked in front, not like Tang Chuan, living like a lantern, attracting a group of ignorant and bloodthirsty skeletons to send her to death wherever she went.

The ghost came and went like the wind, turning into a human form, simulating a short blade in its hand. This is a little trick given to her by Tang Chuan, it's not difficult, it's just a little remote. Not many people know about it in the East, and even more so in the West.

"Poof"

The short blade stabs into the rot on the back of a zombie with great ease.

She moved quickly, so fast that the zombies couldn't react, so she was cut in two by the short blade, and the soul fire was held in the ghost's hand and devoured.

There are a lot of patrol teams, so many that the ghosts are countless, and the leading captains are uneven, the strongest is the black knight who was killed by Tang Chuan with a sword, and the zombies killed by the ghosts are probably the weakest column in it, and they are weaker than the skeletons that can be seen everywhere.

Without the exertion imagined by the ghost, she absorbed the soul fire every time she killed an undead creature, even if it was a small part, it was enough to make her gradually stronger, and in the face of a dozen or so undead patrols without worrying about death, she was able to play with ease, and after destroying several undead spirits, the banshee howl finally came from the dark city.

"It's just that they're rallying the army!" The ghost listened carefully and came to the conclusion that there was no panic just now, in addition to the increase in strength, it was more because Tang Chuan gave him confidence.

In her opinion, even a strong man in the Dark City may not be able to kill someone of his level with a single sword, but he can, not with the same means.

Tang Chuan looked into the distance and watched quietly, the undead on the city tower were still lying, leaning on the city wall, without a trace of nervousness.

"Several patrols are hunted, and if they don't care, it only means that they have something more important. But they're gathering an army again, and the Dark City is in big trouble! ”

The only correct guess in Tang Chuan was that the Dark City was in serious trouble, so much so that the Elders of the Dark City ignored the unruly little ghost.

In the realm of the undead, the undead kill each other, and the seizure of soul fire and bones happens every minute, they are weak enough to be born, and strong enough that everyone in the Council of Elders is fighting each other.

In the past, they were able to live in peace because neither of them was sure to kill the other, but now everyone wants to live, and they only need the soul fire of a strong man to break through the false god and become a true god.

Now, maybe the next moment the army of the bright sky will come, and there will be more than a few false gods who ignite the divine fire in it, and maybe the true gods and two-winged angels will appear, as the inquisitors to declare the city of darkness guilty and the land of sin.

Raising his head, the blood moon in the sky was brighter than before, and thousands of years of getting along with him let him know that this was the blood moon using his own power, just to enhance the strength of the undead realm, even for a minute.

"The Blood Moons are all starting to do their part, and I think everyone knows what the situation is now!" The Great Elder Iron Horse Jingo, a P share sat at the top.

He was dressed in a black robe, revealing only a dry face at the moment, and in his hand was the slender staff "Mora's Tears".

Five hundred years ago, he was one of the few people in the Dark Council who chose to stay, and many more members of the Dark Council left and never returned.

Five hundred years is the same time for humans or the undead, and if they can't continue to break through, even gods will slowly age and eventually die.

With his undead friends, he gradually turned into a lich and became the Grand Elder of the Elders of the Dark City for nearly a hundred years.

Five hundred years ago, the army of Bright Sky came and went, suffered heavy losses, and left a few cruel words and left. It is rumored that they are coming again, and the teleportation array to the bright sky is also glowing from time to time, and it is thought that they will come soon.

The Great Elder just didn't expect them to come so quickly.

"It took five hundred years of preparation to come before the whole army came, and you still think we can win?" The powerhouses in the Council of Elders are not only the main battle faction, but also many who are worried about the future and want to send some new talents to other places to avoid the complete destruction of the kingdom of the undead.

The three elders patted the table, he was an alternative in the conference room, a memory of a skeleton's awakening life, known as the sword god, and he was the top former in the conference room.

"I don't care what you want to say, anyway, we have no way back now. Those bastards who think they are light don't cut off your heads with their filthy swords because of how noble and powerful you are. ”

"By the way, most people don't have to cut their heads." He watched coldly, the soul fire in the skull's head beating constantly, looking at every undead in the conference room.

His words fell, and there was a dead silence in the conference room, not only the main battle faction, but also those arrogant brainless guys who wanted to kill the bright sky, and the rest of the people had somewhat awakened some of the memories of the previous life.

"What about that little fly in the east of the city?" Someone casually mentioned it, and was immediately suppressed by the sound of chirping.

To them, the only thing that could hunt the patrol captain was a small fly, and each of them had thousands of them, and the lower undead, they disdained it, and only showed signs when war came.

"Send someone to sign signs, and when the time comes, send to the front line, if he can survive, as long as the Dark City is still there, maybe he can also go to our position." An elder clapped his mind, unwilling to spend more time on a small fly.

At this moment, the ghosts in the east of the city are still hunting the patrols, one after another. Gradually, the patrol of ten undead became dozens, and among them, the undead of the Xuanming Realm began to appear, and the ghosts who were pressed were out of breath.

Tang Chuan didn't make a move, he knew that this ghost was very powerful, and being able to instantly condense a short blade was enough to prove that her talent was good. Later, the hunting patrol was more of a training than a test.

There are no more high-level undead in the entire undead realm than here, and soul fire is a rare commodity, otherwise ghosts would not die like crying zombies of similar strength, not for the sake of strength.

Even though she was on the edge of the realm of the undead, the woman's sixth sense made her feel the difference recently, as if the blood moon was emitting more power than before, and the air could occasionally smell holiness. /p