Wang Lang saw that these dozens of zombies were not moving, and he was a little impatient to wait, and was ready to rush up with gluttonous fangs in his hand to kill these beasts. At this moment, there was a monstrous roar in the jungle, and with this roar, the dozens of zombies all trembled and crawled to the ground.

This roar passed through the eardrum and directly acted on Wang Lang's soul, causing his spirit to fluctuate. secretly screamed that it was dangerous, and quickly stabilized his mind, but saw Xiao Hei covering his ears in pain.

There was a loud bang, and the whole jungle shook, and the flying earth shot into the air and fell to the ground. Wang Lang shook off the soil on his body and looked at the figure that was slowly floating in the sky above the jungle with a gloomy face. This is a guy who exudes monstrous blood all over his body, and there is a thick blood mist around him, making it difficult to see his appearance.

The speed of this figure seemed to be slow, but it instantly crossed the space and came to a hundred meters in front of Wang Lang. 'Flying Corpse Thousand Nights, Level 117, 3456321 strength, 5321223 physique, agility 2343332, 2123321 spirit, 123333221 blood, hint, the flying corpse is an advanced variant of the corpse clan, and it has long been beyond the state of the ordinary corpse walking corpse, and has extremely high intelligence. ’

Wang Lang clenched the gluttonous fangs in his hands with both hands, and looked at the flying corpse in front of him vigilantly, he already had his own name, which meant that he already had a very high status in the underworld, and he must not be treated like an ordinary zombie. It seems that it is also an achievement to kill such a thing, Wang Lang thought.

Qianye looked at Wang Lang, his heart was already full of anger at this moment, this human race, which in his opinion was not much stronger than grasshoppers, actually burned away months of hard work with one fire. This made him have to start from scratch again, and he didn't know how much cultivation time he would waste. In the low-level world of the Xuanhuang Realm, there are countless human races with low cultivation waiting to provide him with blood and qi, and it is unforgivable to waste time.

The hundreds of thousands of subordinates who had cultivated were waiting to move the city in front of him in one fell swoop, and the hundreds of thousands of walking corpses that had stored blood and qi for him were gone, which made him not annoyed. What's even more odious is that the clan gave him an order to cultivate some walking corpses as much as possible, provide blood and qi to raise these walking corpses to jumping corpses, and then bring them into the underworld to supplement the shortage of soldiers.

Wang Lang could feel the anger of the flying corpse in front of him, but as the saying goes, the more angry the enemy, the happier I am, and Wang Lang is very happy. He looked at the blood and qi in front of him, and wondered in his heart how much strength he could improve if he killed it with the Gluttonous Fang, according to the current three-percent counter-replenishment of the Gluttonous Fang.

Holding his gluttonous fangs high, he looked at the blood qi rolling with a defiant expression, and the night before hiding in the blood mist, he knew that Qianye could understand what he meant.

Xiao Hei saw that Wang Lang had the intention of going crazy, so he hurriedly dodged, he didn't want to be accidentally injured by the boss's might. I didn't want to laugh Xiao Hei left less than 100 meters, and was subdued by a figure falling from the sky. Xiao Hei looked at the figure that controlled him, and saw this extremely handsome man, pressing his shoulder, and said, "Wait a minute, things are not so simple." ”

Xiao Hei was terrified, as a celestial black dragon who had not grown up, what he was most worried about was how to avoid those pretenders to his bloodline. And the strong man in front of him, who controlled him, but didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, made him stare nervously, but he didn't know what to do, as a dragon, Xiao Hei's actual age was only about seven or eight years old. A child's first reaction in the face of a threat is to find their parents, and Xiao Hei is no exception, shouting, "Boss, help." ”

The first to react was not Wang Lang, but Qianye, a famous young master of the corpse clan, looked at this strong man who shot halfway with a vigilant face, and said slowly, "At the end of the rain, you still made a move, originally I thought that you would only come out if you had to break through this city." Now I know that your Yu clan is not as arrogant as the legend, as long as there is sweetness to occupy, you so-called arrogance can be thrown aside in an instant. ”

"A thousand nights. I warned you that this area is the territory of our Yu Clan, and since you have the idea of robbing, I'm sorry, so it's better to exchange your life. Yumo stared at the tumbling blood of Qianye and said.

"The end of the rain. At this time, if you Yu Clan withdraws, I can still act as if nothing happened, if you insist on doing so, I can only offend. The blood qi in front of Qianye's body instantly expanded dozens of times, and the dense blood qi instantly absorbed the life of the grass and trees, and the front of him withered.

"The corpse clan has already crossed the realm, and if you unify the underworld, I will seriously consider your opinion. But until then, any provocative actions of yours will not be tolerated by our Feather Clan. Yumo's handsome face appeared angry, stared at Qianye and said, "Are you corpses ready to bear our wrath?" ”

"Haha!" Qianye burst into laughter, looked at Yumo and said, "I can see it, no matter what, a battle between the corpse clan and your Yu clan is inevitable, since this is the case, why bother talking about it, take it." In an instant, a nearly hundred-foot-tall corpse god phantom appeared behind Qianye, and the blood and qi of that body swept towards everyone in front of him.

"Heaven and earth are blood." Qianye's mouth slowly read out four words, and in an instant, the blood and qi in his body expanded countless times, like a dragon and blood, spreading thousands of feet.

Yumo looked at Qianye, and didn't look at Qianye's movements, and between them, his white wings instantly unfolded behind him, pair after pair, and eight wings were opened in an instant. Those wings, countless feathers surrounded, and when the momentum of the thousand nights reached its peak, these feathers turned into flying swords, wrapped around the body, and ran at high speed.

Wang Lang, who was already preparing to start the rage, suddenly found that his biggest opponent had been beaten over, and he had become a passerby. This feeling of loneliness made him very uncomfortable, and his eyes were fixed on the end of the rain and a thousand nights.

"Blood is everywhere, life is scattered." A dazzling blood light flashed on Qianye's body, and he said slowly.

In an instant, an indescribable blood qi emanated from Qianye's body, which quickly spread in this space, whether it was an animal or a plant, as long as it was submerged by this blood qi, it would instantly wither and turn into rumbling blood qi, increasing Qianye's attack.

Yumo looked at Qianye's movements, his expression was extremely solemn, as one of the guards sent to the Xuanhuang Realm by the Yu Clan, Yumo had his own pride, and would never allow anyone to encroach on his territory, no matter who it was.

In an instant, eight pairs of wings unfurled behind Yumo's back, and the feathers on these wings turned into sharp swords that wound around his body.

"Feather blade, strike everything." Yu Mo said slowly, and the feather blades around him were like anti-aircraft cannons, attacking Qianye with unparalleled momentum.

"Corpse War." Qianye instantly turned into a corpse god with fangs dozens of meters in size, emitting countless radiations around it, resisting the impact of the feather blades like anti-aircraft guns.