With a flick of his arms, a blood spirit rushed out, grabbed the clover and dragged it over. щ.lā

The Demon Lord stared at it with a playful look and said, "Can you give me the command now?" ”。

The wood spirit's deceitful eyes glanced at the Demon Lord, and said in a cold tone, "Okay, but you have to remember our agreement, I am waiting for you in the Spirit Gathering Array." After speaking, the wood essence turned into a circle of green light, and under the seal of the Demon King's eyebrows, it finally turned into a three-leaf mark.

The Demon Lord touched the clover symbol on his brow with his hand, and then rushed into the zombie horde, he roared, and then thousands of zombies followed him.

It was a post-apocalyptic battlefield. The Demon Lord's figure rushed to the bottom of the mountain, and he stared at a bustling city in the distance with an extremely crazy look and shouted, "Kill Lao Tzu."

Thousands of zombies converged into a torrent and frantically poured towards the city. The Demon Lord was floating in mid-air, and everywhere he went, the blood fountain in the sky always followed his footsteps. It was as if it was a heavenly realm that belonged only to him.

When he stood at the head of the city, the entire city had already become a human purgatory, full of zombies tearing at humans. Originally, there were some Dao powerhouses in this city, but when they faced the blood spring, they couldn't even cast a trace of spells, and they were sucked away from the blood essence.

The Demon Lord watched below, and his tooth roots didn't care about the lives of these people, but just sucked the blood essence in their bodies into the blood fountain through the void.

As soon as someone fell to the ground on the ground, he would be turned into a dry corpse in an instant, and the blood essence had already been sucked into the air.

As the Demon Lord moved forward above the city, the blood fountain grew redder and redder, looking like a crystal clear ruby.

Under the faint light of the apocalypse, it emits a ghostly and dazzling red.

This is a blood-colored hell of death, no one can escape, those zombies are like demons in hell rushing within the city walls, their hideous cheeks and those bloody pictures, completely turning a bustling city into a dead city.

The slaughter lasted only three hours, after which the city became a living grave, with corpses lying on its ground as if weathered by humans, and perhaps not decaying after a hundred years. Their expressions of horror before death were forever frozen on the faces in front of him, as if they were witnesses to purgatory on earth.

The Demon Lord slowly slid out of the city from above, and he didn't have to care about the city at this point. Because the blood essence of everyone in the city has long been sucked away by the blood fountain.

He was now desperate to find a quiet place to absorb and refine those blood essences.

The Demon Lord made his way up a hillside to a jungle. He perched on top of a large tree, and then began to operate the secret art of the blood clan in his body, and began to absorb the power of the blood essence in the blood spring.

This time, his harvest was too rich, and it took him several days to refine all the blood essence breath in the blood spring.

During this period of time, his keen perception found that several waves of people had come to the city to investigate, and they were all spies of some great clan forces, so the Demon Lord did not kill them, but indulged them to leave. The goal is that they will bring more people here. It also saved him from looking for a target.

However, after those big clan spies returned, they did not return with people, which made the Demon Lord very frustrated, and he reined in the blood clan Dafa and floated down from the canopy.

He slowly hiked down the hillside, this time he didn't summon the blood fountain, and naturally he was no different from ordinary people. After absorbing a large amount of blood essence at this time, his face turned beautiful, no longer looking like a living dead, but with some kind of human quality.

This makes the Demon Lord look more like a real Terran. He still walked out of the jungle with great arrogance, and just as he was about to summon the zombies in the city, he found a few ghostly guys coming out of the woods. They first poked around a few times, then ran to the Demon Lord's side and asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask if the Venerable is also ordered to hunt the Corpse King?" It's better for everyone to be together, so that we can take care of each other."

Obviously, these people saw that the Demon King's cultivation was not low, and they wanted to make friends.

The Demon Lord first glanced at them with disdain, and then said in a rough tone, "Even if you want to hunt the Corpse King?" ”。

When those people heard this, they looked at each other, and their faces were full of displeasure. But they are also self-aware. Knowing that the cultivation of the person in front of them was much higher than theirs, and the so-called strong were respected, they naturally did not dare to show any dissatisfaction with the Demon Lord.

"Venerable, we know that our cultivation is insufficient, but our brother has an illusion array, with this array, even if we can't defeat the Corpse King, we can trap him for months, and when the Corpse King is exhausted, we will naturally be able to kill him," one of them explained in a confident tone.

"Phantom Array?" Hearing this, the Demon Lord's cheeks twitched violently, he was no stranger to the Illusion Array, thousands of years ago, one of those old ghosts would cast the Illusion Array. At that time, the Demon Lord was almost trapped by it, and if it weren't for the Blood Demon Realm, I'm afraid it would be difficult to escape from that phantom array.

"You really have to have a magic array? Can you give the old man a look" The Demon Lord also restrained his arrogant tone at this time, and said politely to the few of them.

"This, it seems inappropriate, our brothers are willing to form an alliance with the Venerable, as long as we trap the Corpse King with the Illusion Demon Array, we also need the Venerable to help kill this evil thing," the leader of the several people explained in a very shrewd tone.

"Okay, the old man is willing to form an alliance with you, but a few of you alone still can't rush into the city, let alone capture and kill the corpse king" The Demon Lord glanced at the few people with extremely cunning eyes, and he was speculating that these people had placed the illusion array there. He understood that with the cultivation of a few of them, it was impossible to use cultivation to depict the illusion array, perhaps they had a mysterious artifact on their bodies that could assist in setting up the array.

Several people also seemed to be very vigilant to block the Demon Lord's malicious eyes, and one of them clasped his fist at him and said, "Your Holiness doesn't need to worry about this, we know a tunnel into the city, as long as you drill into the tunnel, you can enter the center of the city without knowing it."

The Demon Lord was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he didn't expect that there was another secret passage in the city. Fortunately, he didn't cultivate in the city, otherwise once these people rushed in and disturbed his cultivation, then it would really be worth the loss.

The Demon Lord also wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of secret passage it was, so he followed a few people towards the city. When they came to a distance of a few miles from the city, they stopped and stopped moving.

One of them looked around, and finally found a tree trunk, and gave it a hard palm, and then the trunk was unexpectedly shifted several meters, and then an entrance opened to the ground. It was a very dark cavern, and there was a stream of musty coming out of it.

The men jumped down first, and then fixed their eyes on the Demon Lord's face, it was obvious that they were very vigilant. With a casual wave of his hand, the Demon Lord swept away a branch and leaf, and plunged into the secret passage.

For this kind of secret path, the demon lord with the realm of Dao Law doesn't need his eyes at all, and he can perceive it clearly. He walked all the way along the secret passage, which was very tortuous, and it took a dozen turns and turns before he reached his destination.

The person at the front pushed a stone slab with a hard palm, and then a ray of light shot into the cave. Without any hesitation, the Demon Lord jumped forward.

When he stood on the ground, he realized that this was already within the city.

At this time, there were still some zombies wandering around not far away, and the Demon Lord looked at everything in the city, and felt a little funny in his heart. I am the king of corpses, but they will follow me to death.

The Demon Lord didn't attack them immediately, and he needed to get the Phantom Array before killing them.

The Demon Lord led the men all the way out of the street along the gravel path, and soon their movements provoked a large number of zombies to pounce on them.

Naturally, the Demon Lord didn't stop those zombies, and he had to do a full set of plays now.

With a wave of his hand, the Demon Lord knocked several zombies flying. Then he rushed out with these people. They sped up, and in a few ups and downs they reached the square where the zombies were besieging them.

The Demon Lord was not a corpse king in the center, but a red-haired zombie.

At this time, they were specially attracted to this place.

The Demon Lord silently guided most of the zombies to disperse to the sides, leaving only a small part of the center to stop them.

After a few people rushed and slashed, they finally rushed to the square and saw the red-haired zombie all over his body.

Seeing this red-haired zombie, these people didn't know if it was the corpse king. After exchanging glances with each other, they finally began to prepare for the formation.

The Demon Lord took the opportunity to detour behind them and observe them carefully.

Yan San looked around at the illusion space, he didn't expect that there were still people who portrayed the illusion so realistically. This is exactly the realm that he pursues in his ethereal formula.

Therefore, Yan San did not look for an exit to crack the illusion space, but sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate the ethereal technique. After three days of comprehension, he began to raise his hands and begin to carve them in the palms. It didn't take long for a very trimmed overlapping space to appear in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, an old voice came from outside the phantom room, "Boy, you are the person with the highest talent for spatial comprehension that the old man has ever seen, but it's a pity that you already have a teacher, it's a pity." With that, the sky was split in two from the center, and then an old man paced in.

Yan San immediately got up, patted the dust on his body, bowed to the old man and said, "The senior's spatial technique is really good, the kid is not as good as the senior."

The old man stared at Yan San, stroked his beard with a smile and said, "Don't belittle yourself, boy, you kid just worked hard for three days to comprehend the old man's illusion technique, this wisdom and air energy talent are much better than the old man, it's a pity that your master's air energy trick is too poor, but it delays your growth."

When Yan San heard this, and then remembered his emotion just now, Yan San hurriedly comprehended it, and bowed to the old man and said, "The younger generation is willing to worship the senior as a teacher."

When the old man saw Yan San like this, not only was he not happy, but he became angry and said, "Although the old man admires your talent, he is not so much that he will win the love of others and force you to betray your master."

Yan San bowed to the old man with a look of grievance and explained, "Seniors, juniors have not visited the master, and there is no way to talk about betraying the master."

Yan San naturally didn't regard Yin Tuoba as his master in his heart, it was just a means for him to delay the enemy.

The old man still seemed to be angry, and said coldly, "Boy, you easily rebelled against the master for a little spell, such a rebel, no matter how talented he is, the old man is not rare",

Yan San was so resolute that the old man was no longer reluctant. Bypassed him and prepared to walk towards the entrance to the third floor.

But he didn't take a few steps before he was grabbed by the old man.

Yan San stared at the old man inexplicably and said, "Since the seniors refuse to accept him as an apprentice, why should they stop him."

The old man snorted coldly and said, "This is the duty of the old man, as a tomb protector, the old man naturally has to abide by the rules, and he must not let the little ones enter."

It was obvious that the old man was still angry, and Yan San only understood the identity of the old man when he heard this. He hesitated for a while before saying, "Can you be accommodating seniors, my brothers are inside, and I must find them."

The old man said with a gloomy face, "No, the old man has not sensed the breath of tokens and runes from you, so you can't go in."

Yan San didn't expect this old man to be so stubborn, he took a long breath, glanced up at the entrance of the third floor, reluctantly took a step back, and found a rock to meditate on it.

Yan San took the subject, he must go over, even if it was to sneak over quietly while the old man was resting.

The old man seemed to have seen through Yan San's thoughts, and said with a sneer, "When the old man sleeps, there will also be three senses awake, the old man advises you to give up."

Yan San's mind was seen through by the old man, and his cheeks turned red inexplicably, but he didn't plan to leave, he didn't meditate, but took out the miniature illusion space from his arms and began to fold.

In one breath, Yan San actually folded out thirteen transformation forms, which made the old man watching from the side a little unable to sit still. He didn't know when he was already standing beside Yan San, a pair of old eyes staring at the illusion space in Yan San's hand, his cheeks twitching.

He seemed to be making some kind of choice in his heart, and after a long time, he grabbed Yan San from the stone and threw him heavily to the ground. Forcefully pressed his head and coerced him and said, "Hurry up and apprentice, from now on, you will be the old man's descendant disciple."

Yan San was confused by the attitude of the old man before and after, and he actually had a stubborn temper for a while, why do you want to do whatever you want? Lao Tzu is not.

Yan San straightened his body hard, but he didn't bow down.

"You didn't want to accept me just now, and now I don't want to worship you as a teacher."

The old man pressed down three times, but it did not achieve the expected effect, which made the old man very frustrated. He let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "Boy, what do you have to do to be willing to apprentice?" ”。

Yan San was not in a hurry, he slowly raised his head and explained, "I am a person with a master, you still don't accept me as an apprentice, so as not to tarnish your prestige."

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