As the cold night walk activated the spirit button on the spirit tower, the song of the requiem had sounded, and the soul-attracting lamp suspended above the large array had also been lit.

On the top of the spiritual pagoda, the cold night looked at the flickering soul-attracting lamp, and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Unlike the requiem ceremony in Xunyang City that changed his fate, he could only see those white soul fires rising from ten thousand souls, but at this moment, through the blessing of the requiem array, he saw faces one after another.

It was the face of He Biling, who was also his teacher and friend, the face of the captain Xun Tianchang, the face of the alien Lao Yi of the Cold Mountain, and the face of the Purple Lotus Sect Jin Lun'er......

At this moment, they all left behind the life-and-death rivalry in their lives, and all joined hands, staring up at the soul-attracting lamp on the endless wasteland, quietly waiting for the arrival of the will of the plane. No more strife, no more killing, everything reconciled. Some are just calm, returning to the serenity of the will of the plane.

All things come and all things go;

The lightness of existence, eternal reincarnation......

As the requiem's singing became louder and louder, the heart of the cold night walk finally had a trace of relief. Yes, everything is equal in the face of death. In this world where the gods have disappeared and the demon gods have descended, what will be there that is worth clinging to?

Everything in this world, whether beautiful or sublime, despicable or terrifying, will eventually return to the embrace of the will of the plane. But all they can see for those who are still alive is the killing that will continue, the never-ending desires, and the void that even these deaths cannot fill.

In a trance, the cold night walk even had such thoughts: living or dying, which one is better?

There is no answer to all this!

As an incomparably vast will descended on the soul-attracting lamp, Cold Night Walk finally retracted the cranky thoughts in his mind. Since stepping into this path of spirit refining, although this is the first time he has presided over this requiem ceremony. However, this was not the first time he had participated in this requiem ritual.

He knew that when the will of the plane came, this requiem ritual was truly on the right track.

In the past, the requiem ceremonies that followed each major war were usually presided over by Ho Biling, who was just one of many helpers. When this face will come, he can only faintly feel its presence. But this time, the feeling was crystal clear.

In the face of this vast and boundless force of will, the only thing that Cold Night Walk could do was to worship it sincerely, dedicate his whole soul to it without reservation, and prostrate himself at its feet.

Just wait, just as he was about to let go of all his defenses and prepare for the arrival of this face. A dangerous feeling that made his heart palpitate suddenly surged, and the sunset above his spiritual sea also screamed at almost the same time.

He looked up at the soul-attracting lamp, and as a familiar black gas suddenly gushed out, Cold Night walked to find that a blood-colored full moon appeared in it. And behind this full moon is the vast will.

Cold Night Xing found that this was simply the will of the Purple Xuan Plane, but the Spirit Hunter!

It's the Demon God of the Stygian Sea—

Because it was different from the gentle and tolerant aura of Zi Xuan's Facial Will, this will was cold, manic, and chilling! Although Han Yexing could not look directly at this unsurpassed will, he could clearly feel that it was looking at these souls in the great array, and let out a bloodthirsty hunger.

Frightened, Han Yexing held the broken knife in his hand and carried the spiritual power in the fragments, wanting to resist with Feng Xiluo. But his body seemed to be wrapped in a transparent but pervasive, bottomless quagmire, and the more he struggled, the faster he sank.

He couldn't even open the spiritual eye on his forehead! He felt his soul being suffocated, strangled! But as long as he was willing to cooperate, the feeling of suffocation would be relieved.

But Han Yexing was unwilling to give in, and neither was the sealing sunset above his spiritual sea!!

These two weak but unyielding souls were thus tightly connected, summoning all their strength to resist. There were two of them, one soul in the altar and one soul in the fragment. When they were still interrogating Shuofeng Lingzun in Xunyang City, they had established a soul connection under great pressure, opening up the passage between the Lingtai and the fragment.

Later, in order to simulate this spiritual exercise, the two of them strengthened and widened this passage. But they tried their best, and the passage was still only a string. As a result, the spiritual aura contained in the spirit array in his fragment was limited, and his eleven forms of broken knives could only be used once.

And now in the face of this sudden and unparalleled pressure, even this passage has become precarious. The heartstrings between the two seem to break at any moment, and if this connection is broken, it will be the time of their death!!

Just in this cold night, the hundreds of thousands of souls who were still quietly waiting in the big array suddenly discovered that something was wrong. They burst like water into a pan of oil, and the souls tried to flee in all directions, but there was no way out of the blood moon.

Why did they bother Ling and Xun Changtian when they found out that something was wrong, gathered the undead after death, and wanted to resist. But before they could start acting, they were targeted by the incomparable will behind this blood-colored full moon, and in an instant, they exploded into colorful fireworks, and then turned into nothingness.

In the entire requiem array, I don't know who was the first to bow down!

In just a moment, the hundreds of thousands of undead in this great array all knelt on the ground in black and oppression, accepting the advent of this incomparable will and the presence of this blood-colored full moon.

Then, Han Yexing then felt this incomparable will, and poured the immeasurable spirit into the full moon of this blood moon. As this blood moon continued to throb and pump out its spiritual power, the undead in this large array began to slowly move like dead grass infused with rain.

First the soul trembled, then the dead corpses on the ground began to stand up, and then the mutilated corpses were replenished, and the combat power was constantly being improved.

At the same time, the tens of thousands of troops of the Great Xunzi Battalion around this spirit array also began to be affected.

They were neatly arrayed around this requiem array, originally only thinking of sending their comrades-in-arms and these people who died like mustard in the troubled times. But when the round of moon blood in the sky suddenly appeared, and many people had not had time to scream, the incomparable will had already descended.

It all happened so quickly, so fast that before these battle-hardened warriors could react, they were enveloped by the light of this blood moon, and then their souls were captured, and a stupid smirk appeared on their faces.

Cold Night Xing had seen this kind of giggle on the school field in Xunyang City, which was the giggle controlled by the spectrum of the undead. Once this kind of smirk appeared on his face, then he was not far from the undead.

And there are some powerful warriors who have cultivated to protect their souls in time and maintain a trace of clarity, but these undead have already begun to act, and they are all rushing towards them-

A silent slaughter begins!

It was a killing of the dead against the living, a killing without shouts, without the clashing of weapons—

Those smirking warriors stood stunned in place, waiting for the undead to harvest, waiting to join them. And those warriors who still maintained a trace of clarity could only look at this strange image like Shura Diyu in horror, unable to make a sound, and unable to move at all.

The cold night walk and the sunset persisted hard, trying their best to maintain the last trace of clarity of the soul. However, among the countless undead, a familiar figure slowly rose up and came to the body of the cold night walker.

He saw clearly that the person who came was the old man Zhang, the patriarch of the tribe here, and the old man Zhang who called himself Zhang Lexing!

The old man's face was sad, and his tone was full of temptation: "Give up resistance, join the ranks of the undead, and you will be redeemed." ”

The cold night was speechless, the bones on his body had been pressed to the point that his limbs rattled, and the soft armor on his body had glowed with bright purple aura. The soul connection between him and Feng Xiluo has also been pulled to the extreme, and it is also making a noise, as if it is also persuading him to compromise.

As long as he compromises, he will be out of danger immediately and blessed by the Divine Will. In this way, all the pressure caused by the underworld qi is absorbed into the spiritual sea, and he becomes a powerful undead warrior. But his soul still persists, desperately rejecting this temptation between life and death.

His soul was still crying, roaring: "Don't you think !!"

Old man Zhang showed a strange smirk on his face, and continued to tempt: "Alas, a pity and humble soul, give up these senseless resistance, you see this life and death, look at the reincarnation of all things, they are just nothing, and they will all return to the endless void." All perseverance is just a joke in the end, and all attachment is nothing more than a hindrance before death......"

As Old Man Zhang spoke, his thin fingers followed, and a trace of spiritual power suddenly turned into a trace of black qi, slowly drifting towards the invisible soul connection between him and Feng Xiluo. Han Yexing knew that as soon as this trace of black qi touched here, it would be the end of his and Feng Xiluo's spiritual life.

But between this flint and lightning, Feng Xiluo finally got rid of the coercion of this unsurpassed will and let out a soul cry. A sigh of compassion with all five strings fully open finally turned into a soul shock wave, hitting this trace of black qi!

They collided violently in front of the eyes of the cold night walkers, and launched a silent roar-

As the shock wave from this roar rolled over like a wave, the soul that had been suppressed in the fragment and could not move finally felt lighter, and the soul connection between him and Feng Xiluo finally became stronger. 1st string, 2nd string, 3rd string, 4th string......

When all the five strings were opened and the connection was established, the spirit eyes in the forehead of the cold night suddenly opened, and the broken knife in his hand had already slashed out with all his might.

Broken Knife Eleven Style!

Eleven knives in a row have all been greeted on the patriarch Zhang.