Undead legions, immortal and immortal, ordinary slashing axes or spiritual attacks have no effect on them at all.

Although this thing is fragile, it cannot be completely destroyed. When the undead soldiers gathered more and more, the crowd surrounding Ye Lingyu was gradually pushed out.

"You...... Is it a human or a demon?" Huang Er pointed at Ye Lingyu and shouted.

When Ye Lingyu summoned these undead soldiers, his pupils had completely transformed into purple, which was so conspicuous in this moonlight.

Purple pupils, this is a characteristic of the demon race, could it be that he is a demon?

The demons disappeared thousands of years ago, is it possible that the demons have reappeared in the world now?

Ye Lingyu didn't reply, turned around and took a step, slowly floating towards the air, the speed was very slow. And behind him, those terrifying undead soldiers also slowly rose into the air.

They gathered around Ye Lingyu like loyal subjects surrounding their monarch.

Huang Er and the others also slowly rose into the air, they were eyeing Ye Lingyu, gathering around Ye Lingyu, waiting for the opportunity to strike, at this time Huang Er only needed a signal, and these people would all pounce. Not even these undead skeletons could stop them.

The winds get wilder, the colder they get.

As he ascended, everything below became clearer, and he could see the broken city, and he could see the people gathered around.

The past no longer exists, and all that remains is that trace of sadness.

He could see that in the middle of the clearing below, those who were mediocre and powerless to resist were slaughtered, and the people of the wind cut off the heads of those who resisted with steel knives, taking everything for themselves. There were already mountains of corpses piled up next to him, and rivers of blood were flowing. In those tents, you can hear the cries of women, and in the crowd, there are angry scolding of men.

The ground, the lights are bright, the sky, the moon is in the sky. Below is burning, killing and looting, and in the air is a forest of bones.

In that fog, Ye Lingyu seemed to hear the singing. The voice was soft, but audible.

He looked down and saw that in a corner of the crowd, a woman was looking up at the sky, and in the midst of the boundless chaos, she seemed so peaceful, humming softly in her mouth.

The woman looks beautiful, and her voice is ethereal and moving, like a heavenly sound.

The song tells a story set in Loulan, in which a powerful enemy is about to invade Loulan, and the soldiers of Loulan sharpen their swords, wear their armor, and unite to resist the disaster.

The enemy came, and they were like the sand of the Ganges, like the tide of the sea, and Loulan raised the city to resist the enemy bravely, and held one side with a small city. However, there were too many enemies, and the soldiers were killed and wounded. So the men of the city put on the armor of the soldiers, picked up the swords of the soldiers, and went into battle for the sake of their homeland. The men took turns wielding their already mutilated weapons, while the women cut their hair and sewed up their torn armor.

It is a tragic story, and the song is desolate, telling the tragic battle, telling the majesty of the soldiers who shed their blood.

Later, the singing voice changed and became light. Because in that story, a hero appeared, a hero from a distant place, he turned the tide, killed the enemy, and saved Loulan

In dire straits. After that, the hero married the most beautiful girl in the city and stayed in Loulan City forever.

The singing came to an abrupt end, for a fierce thief had knocked the woman down. His eyes were like those of a tiger and a wolf, and he tore at the woman's clothes with all his might. But without two tears, the woman did not move again, and a short sword was stuck in her chest, and the crimson blood stained her clothes.

She had been hiding a dagger in order to save her life in the most desperate moment. In the face of the dignity of living, perhaps death is not so terrible.

Ye Lingyu looked at her, the woman was less than twenty years old, it should be the best time in her life.

How many others are like her? How many people are trapped in this spiral of despair?

He rose higher in the night sky, as high as he could reach out and touch the moon. The cold light illuminated the side of his face, and hundreds of dry bones floated silently beside him.

Huang Er and the rest of the Xuan Rank surrounded him and those unknown skeletons in the center, and they had no way to hide, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Boy, I'll ask you one last time, do you give or don't give what I want?"

This is an ultimatum, Ye Lingyu's answer will determine whether this battle will start like this.

I don't know if it was affected by this atmosphere, some scenes kept coming to Ye Lingyu's mind, including the scene of the poem and the butterfly crying, the scene of the soldier shouting "Save Loulan", and the scene of the woman humming softly, every scene is vivid.

"I can't save Loulan, and I can't save these thousands of people. He whispered, helpless, but relieved, "All I can do is bear all these sins." ”

The cold wind was blowing, his clothes were hunting, he looked so sad and so tough, like a long sword full of tooth marks, even if it was on the verge of breaking, but it was impartial. Under the vast night sky, his body looked so thin, but at the same time, his back was straight.

He slowly closed his eyes, felt the cold wind blowing across his face, reached forward as if to grasp something, his hand let go, and a spark slipped from his palm, so slowly and softly, like a starlight falling.

It's just that in this abyss of despair, the starlight is powerless to illuminate everything.

Seeing this, Huang Er knew that persuasion was useless, so he waved his hand. The surrounding Xuan Steps swarmed up, quickly approaching Ye Lingyu, and on the way, they kept tearing apart the skeleton that was blocking the way. These skeletons are only of mortal level, only three hundred, and even if they don't die, they don't pose any threat to them.

Ye Lingyu stood in the center of the undead soldiers, closed his eyes and listened, listening to the sound of the falling sparks.

"The city is broken, the people are ......gone," he muttered.

Everything around him had fallen silent, and the only thing in his ears was the sound of the sparks falling.

Then even the sound of Mars disappeared, and everything seemed to sink into the endless darkness of the night.

Everything was empty, and at this moment, his pupils opened again - "Fire!

The intense firelight tore through the night, and the blazing light and heat turned into a huge fireball in the sky, like a sun in the sky

Appears out of thin air, pushing a heavy wave of air towards the ground.

A small spark can also start a prairie fire.

Huang Er's face changed suddenly, it was too late to stop him, and his roaring voice was drowned out by the oncoming wave of qi.

All things wither and glory and return to dust.

A huge firelight broke through the darkness of the night and fell into the crowd.

All things are sins, so why not bear them alone.

The dragon-like flames swept wildly, drowning the 20,000 people of Loulan.

After the fire, nothing was left behind, only charred dirt.

"Run!" Huang Er's voice only came at this moment, but it was obviously too late.

Huang Er was angry and hateful. Where the flames spread, at least a thousand tempests were drowned. There were only 4,000 people in the tempest, but this one time there were 1,000 less.

However, there is another thing to be thankful for, the Xuan Rank was able to take off, and they all relied on their ability to fly in the air to dodge this blow, and the thousand people who were eliminated were all ordinary Yellow Rank mixed among the civilians.

Is this kid crazy, he actually slaughtered all the creatures in the city in one fell swoop, that is a full 20,000 people, 20,000 lives, not 20,000 straws.

The fire spread to the city wall, only to be blocked by the wall, and the huge impact even caused the wall to collapse in half.

The dazzling fire burned for a long time before it gradually dissipated, and only a mess was left in the eyes, which was shocking to the eyes.

All the survivors watched in amazement, and the night was no longer cold, but scorching and unbearable.

Those who were lucky enough to avoid the fire, as well as those who had stayed in the city before, all ran out at this moment, looking at this scorched black, and secretly rejoicing in their hearts.

They were undoubtedly lucky to be able to save their lives under such circumstances.

Huang Er was stunned for a while, then turned his eyes to Ye Lingyu, and found that Ye Lingyu was no longer in place, at this moment he had come to the center of the scorched earth, tiptoe to the ground, slowly falling.

In the empty place, he is the only one who stands alone. In the night, this man seems so lonely, but in the loneliness, there is a palpitating feeling. It felt inexplicable, invisibly, as if something was brewing in the dark.

Not only those Huang Rank who were lucky not to die, but even the Xuan Rank in the sky, and even Huang Er, there was a feeling of heartbeat.

No one dared to speak, and the whole city was quiet. Not even the sound of insects chirping.

Then the silence was broken by a voice, like something breaking through the ground.

I saw an arm that was white in the moonlight sticking out of the dirt.

Huang Er's heart twitched, he vaguely understood something, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He was two floors on the ground, and he was trembling with fright.

Beneath that arm, a dry skeleton emerged.

This scene seems to be familiar, and those who have seen the previous scene already know what is going on at this moment.

One skeleton was followed by a second, then a third...... More and more, too many to count.

Some are dry bones, some are flesh and blood, but without exception, the pupils of their eyes emit purple light.

These people who should have died were restarted

Given the ability to act, they come from the ground, like the sands of the Ganges, and it makes people's hearts tingle when they see it.

Is this a dream? Maybe it's only in a dream, and if it's a dream, it must be a nightmare.

Here, the gates of hell are opened, and the dead are reborn, an army of the undead.

He ...... He turned all 20,000 people into undead skeletons!" Huang Er's voice trembled.

At first, he thought that those immortal skeletons were nothing remarkable, and that the top of the sky was a few hundred mortals, what could a few hundred mortals do? Three hundred skeletons can't threaten them, but what about twenty thousand?

He couldn't believe how this man did it, could it be that he was really a messenger from hell?

The staggering corpses were all over the mountains and fields. They either crawl on the ground or wander aimlessly with their backs bent. Ye Lingyu is in the center of them, he is their king, this man is the monarch in the bones at this moment, he is the one who really dominates life and death in this night.

He stood majestically on the other side of the corpse, let the night breeze blow all over his body, raised his arm slightly, pointed forward, at this moment, all the undead soldiers moved, they were aimless lonely ghosts one moment ago, but at this moment they turned into a uniform army. It was faltering before, but now it is all like a cunning rabbit. All the corpses rushed forward at the same time, like a sea of undead sweeping towards the people in the wind.

They are the blades in Ye Lingyu's hands, and what Ye Lingyu's heart desires is what the blade points to. The frenzy is over, and not a single grass grows.

This is the second battle of the day, only this time, it is no longer 4,000 bandits against 1,000 Loulan soldiers, but 3,000 bandits against 20,000 undead soldiers!

(End of chapter)