In the swamp.

Feng Qingyan looked at the sergeant kneeling down in front of him, and he was also a little puzzled, could he really have a past life?

Or ante-ante-ante-ante-past?

At this time, he didn't ask any more if he had recognized the wrong person, but was curious, if he didn't enter reincarnation, he could live forever?

This, even more nonsense, right?

Besides, they are already dead.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was a little frightened, since they were already dead, what were they?

Ghost?

It's not like a ghost.

He is a dignified ghost emperor, will he not be able to distinguish between a human and a ghost?

Since it's not a human and it's not a ghost, what is it?

Corpse?

On the surface, it looks a little similar.

But it's definitely not a zombie.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little confused, what these 100,000 sergeants were, or what state of existence.

Since he is dead and does not die, he will be called a hundred thousand immortal sergeants.

"Why don't you enter reincarnation?"

Sealing Qingyan Road.

"I, there is hatred!"

The black figure suppressed his voice, and his body suddenly burst out with a monstrous murderous aura, as well as a rolling hatred, "Kill my Kyushu hatred!"

Kyushu?

Feng Qingyan frowned slightly, it was not the first time he had heard "Kyushu".

At the foot of Wushan, he entered an indescribable mystery, and saw the deepest part of the north of the earth.

On that mysterious black line, there are immortal monuments.

When a monument is erected, there is an ancient and vicissitudes of burial sounds: "Bury me in the north of the earth, guard my hometown; Bury me on the south of the sky, looking at my continent; Kyushu does not see the sun, only weeps bitterly. The sky is vast, the earth is vast, the heavens are above, and the earth is beneath, there are all deaths—"

The sound of the funeral made him feel unspeakable sadness.

At this moment, hearing the hatred of dying in Kyushu, Feng Qingyan was sad for some reason.

"I, born as a person of Kyushu, and died as a ghost of Kyushu!"

The black figure stood up suddenly, looking up at the dark sky, his cold gaze bursting with a long river of murderous intent.

"I, born as a person of Kyushu, and died as a ghost of Kyushu!"

The 100,000 undead sergeant roared and stood up.

The roar shook the heavens and the earth.

At this time, not only did the swamp shake violently, but even the dark sky was also shaking, causing the heavens and the earth to set off bursts of yin wind, like a god crying and a ghost howling, so that the immortals and Buddhas could not retreat.

"I also ask our emperor to grant us permission not to enter reincarnation, to live forever, and to let us live forever to fight for Kyushu. ”

The black figure asked again.

"I also ask our emperor to grant us permission not to enter reincarnation, to live forever, and to let us live forever to fight for Kyushu. ”

One hundred thousand undead sergeants requested.

In a gloomy sadness, Feng Qingyan looked at Hei Shen Tianyu and said slowly: "Allowed!"

"Thank you, Emperor!"

"Thank you, Emperor!"

100,000 undead soldiers shouted, as if they really didn't enter reincarnation.

"My blood can protect you from reincarnation, and you can protect you from immortality. Feng Qingyan retracted his gaze and said, "Don't forget, you wait for your promise." ”

Bang Bang –

100,000 undead sergeants knelt down and shouted, "We will never forget!"

At this time, a drop of blood gushed out from Feng Qingyan's fingertips, and the blood gushed bigger and bigger, turning into a large blood ball, and then spilling like rain.

100,000 undead sergeants knelt still, letting the blood spill on their bodies.

When they melted into the blood, they seemed to exude an inexplicable aura.

"Thank you, Emperor!"

100,000 undead sergeants bowed.

Feng Qingyan nodded and said, "Don't forget the promise." ”

"How can you forget the hatred of killing me in Kyushu?" said the black figure, and stood up after speaking, and the 100,000 undead sergeants behind him stood up one by one.

At this time, the black figure saluted Feng Qingyan, then turned to stare at the 100,000 immortal sergeants, and shouted: "From now on, follow me to fight the heavens, can you regret it?"

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

100,000 undead soldiers roared in unison.

"Fought before he was born, and he fought after death, can he regret it?"

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

The 100,000 undead sergeants are fighting with monstrous intent.

"Fight with me, never enter reincarnation, regret?"

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

"No regrets!"

100,000 undead sergeants regard death as home.

"Wait—regret?"

The black figure stepped onto the huge chariot, and the roar was like rolling thunder, causing the heavens and the earth to tremble.

"I don't regret it when I die, and I don't regret it after I die!"

"We swear to follow the general to the death and keep Kyushu forever!"

100,000 undead sergeants unyielding to death

"God bless me Kyushu, we bless ourselves!"

The black figure angrily pointed at Hei Shen Tianyu, and a monstrous murderous aura rose into the sky, as if it was killing Tianyu.

"God forbid, we forbid ourselves. ”

100,000 undead sergeants shouted.

"I will defend my homeland again. ”

The black figure said.

"Whatever!"

One hundred thousand undead sergeants knelt.

"My emperor, let's go. ”

The black figure on the huge chariot suddenly turned to Feng Qingyan and saluted.

Feng Qingyan didn't speak, and the black figure didn't wait for Feng Qingyan to speak, then turned to look at the 100,000 undead soldiers who were kneeling, and suddenly pointed forward with a bronze ge.

A black light shot out, and Tianyu suddenly tore open, and a huge crack appeared.

It is suspected to lead to the unknown.

"Kill me to the sky. ”

The black figure pointed ahead and shouted angrily.

"Kill to the sky, defend my Kyushu, we will not die in ten thousand battles; with my blood, guard my Kyushu, cast me without destroying the soul of the army, and I will not regret death!"

100,000 undead soldiers roared angrily, reproducing the oath they had taken before their death.

"Attack!"

The black figure shouted.

One rode in a terrifying chariot and drove towards the torn crack, bursting with unrivaled momentum. The chariot guards followed closely behind, silent at the moment, but murderous.

Death is like home!

When stepping on the crack in the sky, 100,000 immortal soldiers sang-

"Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are with the Son? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Hatred with the Son! How can it be said that there is no clothes, and the same Ze with the Son? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Do you say that you have no clothes, but you are clothed with your son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Let's go with my son!"

The song is ancient and vicissitudes, exuding a wordless tragedy.

Feng Qingyan watched the 100,000 immortal sergeants sing as if they were dead, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

What exactly is Kyushu?

What is it worth their death?

The emperor at the end of the earth is like this, and so are the 100,000 undead soldiers in front of him.

At this moment, he remembered the ancient ballad he had heard at the end of the earth, and sang softly: "Long years, long songs, a drop of bitter wine, a book of history, a drop of blood, a monument, see the smoke of the ages, listen to the people and the centuries of soft singing......"

Alas-

He sighed, looked up at Tianyu and said: "Guardian of Kyushu, I hope that you will not die in a hundred battles and never enter reincarnation......"

Speaking of which, at this point.

Feng Qingyan, who had been gloomy, suddenly came to his senses, wait, there seemed to be something wrong.

How can it be said that there is no clothes, isn't it Qin Feng and no clothes in the "Book of Songs"?

How can they sing?

Aren't they pre-ancient sergeants?

At this time, Feng Qingyan's face was full of doubts, and there was a kind of ghost-like horror, could it be that the Book of Poetry had crossed?

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