The concubine aimlessly did not know how long she had been walking in this swamp of death.

Compared to most skeletons, her skeletons were as white as jade, and each one was perfect.

Because of this, I don't know how many skeletons and walking corpses have been provoked.

They wanted to kill her and divide the bones in her body.

In the primeval underworld, bones are the most valuable, followed by the essence of the spirits left behind after their deaths.

Bones can be used to make weapons and weapons, but the biggest role is to build one's own body.

Some of the skeleton bones are innate, but most of them are acquired patchwork.

When you meet good bones, you will use them to replace the bad bones, fragile bones in your body.

The concubine walked aimlessly, like a newborn beast walking in the primeval forest.

Beautiful, but also full of danger.

This skeleton, as white as jade, seems to be delicate, but it contains endless explosive power.

Every skeleton that tried to carve up or snatch her bones ended up being broken up by her and crushed into bone powder.

Even the soul energy contained in the skull was absorbed by the concubine.

She has her own weapon, a rusty black scythe.

She doesn't remember where the scythe came from, just as she doesn't remember where she came from.

She wanders through the swamp of death day by day, and all the necromantic creatures that see her are shocked by her beauty, almost instinctively attacking her and snatching her bones, but no one survives.

Because of this, she has never been short of prey. The harmlessness of humans and animals is her label, and it also makes her a moving death trap.

All who saw her were dead, and no one knew of her danger.

As she absorbed more and more soul energy, she began to grow flesh and blood on her body.

Her blood had a strange fragrance that drew even more frantic attacks for her. Although her combat power is strong, she can't withstand the crazy attacks of the walking corpses and skeletons after all, and her perfect jade-like bones begin to crack, and the new flesh and blood are often devoured and hung on her body miserably.

However, no matter how badly injured, she would never collapse.

The skeletons and walking corpses of the Swamp of Death are the lowest creatures in the primeval underworld, and the soul energy of this creature is very weak, as long as the concubine does not die, she will be the one who wins in the end.

In this way, the concubine became plump day by day in the death and killing.

At first, she was only passive in killing, but when she began to realize the benefits of absorbing soul energy, she began to actively hunt and kill the necromantic creatures of the Death Swamp.

The speed at which she kills was slow at first, but little by little it became faster.

It's like a flower, from buds to petals, blooming little by little.

I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower in the dawn.

Finally, one day, the Death Swamp could no longer see the existence of a single undead creature, and all the undead souls were absorbed by the concubine.

And on this day, the sister-in-law finally grew flesh and blood all over her body, hair, nails, and facial features. The only fly in the ointment is her eyes, which have no eyes in them, just two black holes.

Her skin was pale, her lips were black as ink, and her hair was snow-white.

With a complete human form, the concubine also opened her spiritual sense again, and from then on she was no longer a skeleton that only walked by instinct, and began to learn to think.

However, no matter how hard she tried to think about it, her memories were blank.

The nine nirvanas of death emptied all her memories, and she could only accept the world in front of her with new eyes.

In front of a stagnant water, the concubine saw her body.

Snow white and beautiful, like a sculpture of ice and snow.

Then, the shame sprouted, and the concubine condensed a simple dress for herself with her soul energy. The skirt is very short, which can only be embroidered, and the slender snow-white legs are still exposed.

The upper body is even more simple, with only a bandeau circumference, and the original intention of the concubine is just to restrain it, because sometimes when she moves violently, the chest part really affects the play of her combat effectiveness.

After cleaning up, the concubine relied on her instinctive perception and headed north from the swamp of death.

One after another, they passed through a place of death where there was a barren soul energy, and they also met and hunted countless necromantic creatures.

With her spiritual sense, she was no longer driven by instinct to hunt, but she couldn't suppress the urge in her body to devour her soul energy.

There is a hunger and thirst in her bones, which makes her full of extreme desire for soul energy.

As she absorbed more and more soul energy, her divine aura became more and more powerful.

After hunting several skeletons in bone armor, she also learned to put on battle armor for herself.

The armor she manifested was black, befitting her snow-white skin.

The armor was rudimentary at first, but as the number of necromantic creatures she killed grew, it grew cold and heavy, and the rusty scythe in her hand grew brighter by the day.

The western part of the primeval underworld is a barren land, and neither the corpse clan, the skeleton clan, nor the northern resentful spirit clan have any interest in the west.

Therefore, for a long time, Dana was not aware of the existence of the concubine.

Until one day, on a whim, the Queen of Wraiths once again cast her mind on the place where the crow had disappeared, and then she was shocked to find that there was no more necromantic creature in the Swamp of Death.

How many skeletons are there in the Swamp of Death?

Lakh? Million?

The Wraith-Queen couldn't be sure, just as she didn't know how many walking corpses there were.

Although the soul energy is precious, no one wants to fight those low-level creatures, because the soul energy in their bodies is insignificant.

However, no matter how insignificant, when millions of skeletons and walking corpses are all hunted, the soul energy generated is still incalculable.

The Wraith Queen's gaze began with death and gradually moved northward, as she could sense the hunter's footsteps shifting northward.

After sweeping through one place after another, the Wraith Queen's mood became more and more solemn.

Where the hunters have set foot, there is not a single necromantic creature present, and all soul energy is drained.

The Wraith Queen sensed the danger and wanted to immediately lock on to the hunter's aura machine, but she found that she couldn't. The hunter was like a real ghost, and after frantically hunting thousands of necromantic creatures, he vanished into thin air.

From beginning to end, the hunter did not violate the territory of the corpse clan, the skeleton clan, or the wraith, and only frantically hunted low-level undead creatures.

In the primeval underworld, low-level necromantic beings without spiritual consciousness do not violate anyone's interests, nor do they violate any of the laws of the primeval underworld.

But when someone turns this hunting-like behavior into a real extermination-style slaughter, the matter is much more serious.

The most serious part is, where can so many souls go?

If it is devoured by the hunter, then what kind of existence is this hunter?

With so much soul energy, it was impossible to absorb all of it with the power of the Ancient Gods and Demons of the Queen of Resentful Spirits, let alone absorb them all in so much time.

The Queen of Wraiths remembered the Raven's prophecy, could it be that the Grim Reaper was really born?

Thinking of this, the Wraithing Queen no longer dared to sit idly by, and immediately sent an envoy to invite the four Skeleton Kings and the Immortal Corpse King to a meeting.

In fact, when the Queen of Wraiths was surprised by this, the four Skeleton Kings of the Skeleton Clan and the Immortal Corpse King of the Corpse Clan couldn't sit still for a long time, because they also noticed the unusual aura of the West one after another, and at the same time remembered the Raven Prophecy.

A day later, the Four Skeleton Kings rode the four-colored death horses to the Sky Flying to the City of Frost Bones, and later, the Immortal Corpse King also came in a coffin.

The Wraith Queen was the first to voice her guess, and several Skeletrons began to discuss.

"With so much soul energy, I can't think of anyone else who can absorb them all except the Grim Reaper." War Skeletron said.

"Is the prophecy of the birth of the Grim Reaper true?" Skeletron Plague asked.

"The facts are right in front of me, and I can't help but believe it." Calamity Skeletron said.

"But where has the Grim Reaper gone?" Deathskull Lord asked.

Each of the four Skeletrons said a word, but no one could give an answer, because the Grim Reaper vanished out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.

When everyone fell silent, the Immortal Corpse King said, "The Grim Reaper will not disappear forever, and the crux of the matter now is that we really want to accept a Grim Reaper of unknown origin as the master of the primeval underworld?" ”

"What do you mean by the Corpse King?" The Wraith Queen asked, with a grim expression.

"The primeval underworld doesn't need a new god of death!" The Corpse King said with a resolute gaze.

"What do the Skeletrons mean?" The Wraith Queen asked, turning her head.

"We also believe that the primeval underworld does not need a new master, because there is no one to make us surrender. In the difficult years of the past, the Grim Reaper did not exist with us. Skeletron said, standing up.

"If we only look at the present, the primeval underworld really doesn't need death. But don't forget, our enemy is the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao will not always allow the primeval underworld to develop, sooner or later he will come and destroy us, just as he did in the beginning. Without the Grim Reaper, who will lead us to declare war against Heaven in the future? The Wraith Queen asked.

Everyone was silent again, and the way of heaven was a topic that could not be avoided.

In fact, when the three clans wanted to elect the god of death, it was to deal with the crisis of the Heavenly Dao.

Just when everyone was deep in thought, suddenly a vast and infinite divine thought came from the bitter cold land in the extreme north.

"The blade kills the life, the power hurts the soul!"

As soon as these words came out, the endless soul energy of the entire primeval underworld continent all rushed towards the bitter cold land in the extreme north.

Some people don't need to be approved by anyone.

Because, as long as she comes, everyone can only surrender to her.