The first time he was face to face with a Yin corpse, he didn't know where to start, and in front of him was a Yin corpse that was no different from normal people, they didn't even know how to use weapons, they used their teeth to tear and scratch their fingertips, like humans who had goat epilepsy.

In the face of defenseless human beings, as a god, he naturally wants to save if he can, so he is not a killer, he tried to use pain to awaken their sanity, but soon he found that pain not only can not awaken their sanity, but will make them more irritable, and when the whites of their eyes all turn red, they will die of violence, and their blood is like poison with plague, as long as it is contaminated a little, it will become the same yin corpse as them.

Therefore, as long as it becomes a yin corpse, there is no possibility of survival.

Thousands of years ago, he saw the dead of soldiers who had followed him for many years, and he wanted to end their lives with his own hands.

Cannibalism and powerlessness.

It's all because of that person......

Since that person disappeared without a trace, the Yin corpse also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared, and disappeared into this world forever.

If it weren't for the appearance of the yin corpse in front of him, he would even think that the people of a thousand years ago, that great war, was a dream.

The dark green figure was like a green bamboo, shuttling through the raging Yin corpse. Emperor Bihuang did not use any weapons, every time he struck, he was elegantly like walking in the sea of flowers to pick a fragrant flower, with the most precise technique, the most leisurely posture, where his fingers passed, leaving bright red and beautiful flowers, and he passed in the ten thousand flowers, those bloody gases, floating red petals, did not stain his dark green robe at all.

In the eyes of others, it is not so much that he is fighting, but that he is playing.

The Yin corpse was forced to retreat again and again, even though their whole bodies were already soaked with blood, they were still rushing forward without pain, like puppets with strings, only knowing how to fight, and completely emotionless.

Emperor Bihuang's face became more and more ugly.

Every blood flower is the most brilliant life in the world, as a god, he has no way to save them, but to send them in the least painful and most dignified way.

The extremely cold aura surrounded him, and this meaningless fight made his face extremely black.

The rotting bloody breath made him gag, the feeling of powerlessness made him uncomfortable, and in the chaos of the fight, he remembered inappropriately the sword he had pierced the man's heart.

At that time, the war had already lasted for three days and three nights, and the corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood was disgusting. On the battlefield, waves of blood with the smell of decay gushed out, shooting into the air, crossing a black and red arc, the blood seemed to stain the sky red, stained the earth black, and made people's eyes bloodthirsty red.

The Yin corpses exploded one after another, killing themselves and injuring the heavenly soldiers. Celestial soldiers with enchantment protectors can resist the blood of the Yin Corps, but most of the Celestial Soldiers are still forced to turn into Yin Corpses.

In the scene of defeat and defeat, everyone was red-eyed, and he stood opposite the man, seeing his embarrassed appearance in the eyes of the other party.

He held the blood-stained sword, and his fingertips rubbed the two words on the hilt: "Snow Blade"

is the name of this longsword.

Snow Blade Snow Blade, what a sarcastic name, a sword that does not want to be bladed, after all, it is stained red by blood, or the blood of its own soldiers.

Both sides had reached the extreme, neither of them moved, their eyes staring straight at each other, like cheetahs watching in the shadows, waiting to bite each other's throats at some moment.

He saw the man smile, opening his mouth as if to say something, and at that moment, he moved.

The blood-colored sword and snow-white shadow turned into the fastest lightning in the world, and blood flew everywhere it went, and not a single one of them landed on his clothes.

He used all his life's learning to rush at the man with the fastest and most ferocious technique!

He saw the man smile on his lips, then raised his hand and made a gesture to summon the Yin corpse.

No matter how fast the Yin Corpse is, it can't be as fast as the gods!

Puff –

"Hmm!" A cry of pain.

The blood-stained sword pierced the man's heart impartially, and the entire sword did not retract, but passed directly through the heart, revealing only a small section of the blade outside.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the hilt of his sword. It was nothing short of an expected surprise.

He thought it would be nice to be able to stab that person, but he didn't expect to stab him in the heart!

The heart is the weakest point of that man, and no third person in the world knows about it.

The red liquid spurted onto his face, a lukewarm temperature that didn't belong to the man.

"Why don't you hide ......," he asked, hearing himself.

"Heh......" The man snorted coldly, his voice weak as if he was sighing softly. As the chest cavity shook, large strands of blood gushed out again.

The man lowered his head, looked at his terrible injuries, grinned, and whispered, "It hurts." ”

is like a little animal that is injured and wronged, but stubbornly refuses to bow his head.

The sword in his hand was about to lose his grip, and at that moment, he suddenly felt that the blood in front of him was so red, as if it could pierce the heart. Obviously, it was the most heinous person who was stabbed, but why did he feel so uncomfortable in his heart.

The blade in his hand moved backwards with a thrust, and he looked at the man in disbelief, passing the long sword through his chest inch by inch, and finally only the hilt was exposed.

Blood covered the temperature of the earth and fell on his hands, leaching with blood-colored fear.

"Kill me."

"Take my heart if you want it."

"I love you, it hurts so much."

The bloody mouth opened in front of his eyes, and the Bihuang Emperor returned to his senses violently, his heart was pounding, and he was distracted in danger, which was a taboo for the martial god.

He cursed himself in a low voice, the movements of his hands were not as light as just now, and he was fierce between opening and closing, obviously he couldn't see anything in his hands, but it seemed to have an invisible blade, and everywhere he went, the move was fatal.

He only saw three places to attack quickly, from the throat, heart, and temples of the Yin Corpse, stabbing out, the wound was flowing with dark red liquid, and the Yin Corpse's hands were scratching in front of him, as if he wanted to grasp the last straw, but no one could save him.

"Close!"

Emperor Bihuang let out a loud shout, and his fingers pulled back violently.

There was an invisible silk thread in the air that ran through the heart of the Yin Corpse, and as the silk thread was withdrawn, I saw a piece bulge out of the Yin Corpse's chest, and then, with a bang, a mass of flesh and blood that was still beating was dragged out.

"Cluck, squeak...... Yes!!! ”

The Yin Corpse hurriedly got up and roared to find his heart, and as soon as the Bihuang Emperor's fingers were closed, the beating heart was squeezed in the air.

"Ah...... Yes! What's going on...... What's going on...... Gross, my heart, my heart, ah!!! ”

The Celestial Soldier regained his senses before he died, and he roared, groping his already empty heart in disbelief, tears streaming down his eyes.

The Bihuang Emperor took a few steps back, turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it again.

"Emperor, Emperor, save me, Emperor...... I don't want to die, I'm still young and my son hasn't been born yet...... I don't want to die, Emperor, please, save me, Emperor! ”

The soldier cried and ran towards the Emperor of the Blue Phoenix, but he could not walk after taking two steps, because his legs had rapidly rotted to his knees, and in his terror, the lower half of his body disappeared.

Even his fingers began to rot, and in just two steps, he went from a whole person to a monster without limbs.

The final picture is the soldier's eyes wide, looking up at the sky in pain. It was his hometown, his glorious past, and a place he could never go back to.

The corpse transformation of the heavenly soldiers fell one by one, and when he looked up at the sky for the last time, the Bihuang Emperor raised his hand and swiped it lightly at the corner of his eye.

The remaining Heavenly Soldiers quickly turned their heads, and the corners of everyone's eyes were a little red.

The row of men who looked up at the sky with their arms raised in the air, who had been their companions a quarter of an hour ago, were still standing beside them, facing difficulties together.

Some of them are even brothers of their own.

Emperor Bihuang looked at the row of Yin corpses, tried to control his voice, and said calmly: "Come on, carry them to the cave and burn them." ”

This time, no one stepped forward.

"Come on, burn them all!" Emperor Bihuang repeated it again, his tone clearly on the verge of anger.

The heavenly soldiers looked at their companions, and they all saw incomprehension and intolerance in each other's eyes, but they couldn't disobey the Divine Monarch. A celestial soldier hesitated, stepped forward, and stopped three steps in front of the Yin corpse.

His hands trembled with exertion, and suddenly, he turned around violently and knelt in front of the Bihuang Emperor with a puff.

"Emperor, they have changed back, why can't you take them back to the Heavenly Realm......" Heavenly Soldier whispered, he quietly glanced at Emperor Bihuang's face, and was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head.

The Bihuang Emperor was expressionless, and lowered his eyes to look at the young heavenly soldier kneeling on the ground.

Today seems to be a special day, and the few rebellions that have taken place today have taken place. One is a heavenly soldier who tries to be the eye of the battle, and the other is a heavenly soldier who is unwilling to burn the corpse.

The powerful pressure from the Divine Monarch fell on the thin shoulders of the Heavenly Soldier, forcing him to bow his head, but he stiffened his back and silently resisted the Lord's orders with his weak shoulders.

The expected rebuke and punishment did not come, and the voice of the Bihuang Emperor was full of tiredness that had never been seen before.

"They were able to regain their senses before they died, because the Yin Corpse Worm first gnawed at the limbs, and finally completely invaded the brain, and when it finished eating the brain, they would still cause the host to be violent. Did you bring them back to the Heavenly Realm to turn the entire Heavenly Realm into a Yin Corpse? ”

The heavenly soldiers slammed into the air.

"Go ahead, burn it." Emperor Bihuang waved his hand, pinching his sore eyebrows very tiredly.

Every time I met that person, there was nothing good, I thought that his methods were cruel enough, but I didn't expect that thousands of years later, the methods became even more cruel.

Huang Yu this time, I'm afraid it's more than lucky......

Time did not allow him to sigh at the past, and the Bihuang Emperor, who opened his eyes again, returned to his original decisive appearance.

"All the soldiers obey the order! The moment the black smoke rose up, everyone rushed into the beast pupil as fast as they could! ”

"Yes!"