The corpse fairy suddenly woke up to the fact that she had been in the midst of deception, and the value of her existence was just a weapon for the corpse family.

It's a pity that a weapon with its own mind is not so easy to control, and there will be a moment of killing the master.

A group of corpse family members, in front of the corpse immortals, did not have the slightest strength to fight back, and in the wail, all the corpse family members present fell.

"You go home first and calm down, and I'll take care of the rest." Fu Yang said calmly.

The corpse fairy stood in a pool of blood, and the edges of her snow-white dress were stained with blood flowers, which looked extremely poignant.

"They are not exhausted, the real core strength has been transferred abroad." The resentment in the corpse fairy's eyes did not weaken at all, as if it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart if he did not kill all the corpse family.

When the corpse family found out that the corpse fairy was born, they wanted to take it away from Huaguo.

It's a pity that the corpse fairy has not agreed, and is waiting for Fu Yang to come back until she learns the truth.

The world was in turmoil, and the Advent family of Huaguo moved out the core power, and the remaining clansmen were just used to confuse the cultivators.

At this point, Fu Yang has long been mentally prepared, all along, Hua has a cultivator in charge, and the Adventist family has not yet penetrated into the core level of the country, even if there is a big move, it is impossible to shake its roots, it can only play a harassing role.

Even so, it should not be taken lightly.

The Adventist is cunning and must not let his guard down.

At the same time, a group of Infant Ancestors were constantly traveling through various provinces and cities, directly heading to the location of the Adventist family to carry out a devastating blow.

The high-level officials of China had been informed in advance, and they agreed to come down and the government would come forward to end the work.

These families of the Adventists, but their heart sickness will not be cured for a day. He lived in fear, for fear of sudden turmoil.

……

The history of China is too long.

Many things that are buried deep in the ground have not been known to the world.

A no-man's land that few people in the world have set foot in is attracting a group of uninvited guests at this time.

They all flew by, and their expressions seemed resolute, as if they were gone, as if they were gone.

Qinglin Province. Dense barren plains, thick sand covers the earth, and the dry climate makes it possible to see cracks in the ground everywhere.

Due to the geomorphological environment, it is not suitable for human habitation, so Huaguo stranded here, but under the barren plain, there is an ancient secret hidden, waiting for future generations to explore.

The comers are the descendants of the Adventists who should have left. But he ventured into the hinterland of China, and there must be an ulterior secret.

Three broken stone pillars are working the loose ground.

The carved lines on it have long been blurred under the erosion of time.

The group paused and took out a parchment drawing, with patterns and words, but the writing was a very old script, even for ancient writers. It is not possible to translate all of them.

"Finally found it, and I hope we won't be disappointed." One said in a deep voice.

Thereinto. A man landed in the middle of three stone pillars, took out a sharp dagger, and slashed it on his wrist.

Blood flowed down in diameter, seeping into the sand.

At the same time, the three stone pillars glowed with a scarlet light, as if they had been activated.

The man wanted to withdraw his hand. But the body couldn't move, and the blood kept flowing, as if it was being withdrawn from the body.

After a while, the last drop of blood fell, and the whole person gradually withered under the light of blood. Like a dead tree trunk.

A wisp of wind blew, and the withered corpses, scattered into fine sand, drifted into the air.

At the same time, the sand in the center of the three stone pillars began to sink and drain, and a passage appeared in front of them.

"Let's go down and have a look."

The group immediately set off, their faces showing excitement, not caring at all about the loss of a companion just now.

Walk up an ancient stone staircase that leads to a dark location underground.

Eventually, when you reach the end, you will be blocked by a stone door, a portal forged from black iron with countless carvings of terrifying beasts.

"The Gate of the Next World, there should be a sleeping ancestor of the underworld inside." Someone said excitedly.

The purpose of this trip is to awaken the first descendant of the underworld.

Of course, that one descended to return to the heavenly plane, but he left a shell to refine, with the help of secret arts, a terrifying creature for future generations.

Now that the real war of troubled times has begun, the descendants of the underworld have come to try to awaken terrible creatures and bring trouble to the world.

"Who went on to give their lives?" The leader asked.

"I'll do it."

A young man stepped forward, and a cut was made in his palm, and blood gushed out.

Immediately, one hand pressed on the door, and the fierce beast on the iron door seemed to come back to life, and there were bursts of beast roars.

The boy ended up in the same fate as the man just now, and finally turned into a fine sand.

Infused with the blood of the underworld, the iron door opened on its own, and the dark and deep interior was like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to see what existed.

Suddenly, an oil lamp lit up, this is a special corpse oil lamp, in a closed environment, it can be kept without breaking.

Among the group, there were eighteen young girls, they looked at the open portal, their eyes were full of fear, and they already knew their fate.

It was a wide underground palace, illuminated by corpse oil lamps, revealing a metal path.

Under the road, there are groups of dried corpses holding Changge armor, presumably warriors who followed the ancestors of the underworld before their deaths, and were buried here together.

At the end of the coffin was a golden coffin.

The four corners of the coffin are carried by four metal beast statues, which are mighty and domineering.

"Hahaha..., Hades still exists, it's worth the trip." An elderly man rejoiced.

The coffin is intact, proving that the exorcism of the ancestors of the underworld has not been moved, that is, the founder of the underworld during the Warring States period, with terrifying combat power.

At this point, it was the turn of the girls to dedicate, and they stepped forward unwillingly, each occupying a position, gathered around the coffin, took out the dagger together, and cut it in the hand.

Then the maidens danced and sang bitter and incomprehensible words, as if they were praying and as if they were making sacrifices.

When a little bit of blood fell, it seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, converging at the feet of the four-headed metal statues, and even more magically going upstream, pouring into the eighteen blood troughs of the coffin.

Waiting for the eighteen girls to run out of blood and collapse to the ground and lay dying, the coffin spat out a mist of blood.

Boom!

The outermost layer fell off, revealing a layer of turquoise jade coffin.

Boom!

Falling back one layer at a time, layer by layer fell off on their own, leaving only the innermost crystal coffin, where a corpse with black armor lying was vaguely visible.

The descendants of the Hades who were standing in the distance saw this scene, and immediately knelt down and reverently waited for the Hades King to wake up.

With a bang, the crystal coffin lid flew out.

A black arm was clutched around the edge of the crystal coffin, accompanied by a low breath, indicating that the Immortal had woken up. (To be continued......)