The Lord of the Underworld hurriedly defended: "I am a remnant soul, so naturally I can't be the main soul, I only be a companion soul."

The Lord of the Underworld knew very well that as long as his broken soul body could be locked with the soul body of the Demon Sound, he would never have to worry about dissipating. Now there is nothing more terrifying than the disappearance of the divine soul, and the underworld naturally does not dare to ask for more.

The second life nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, I can promise you, but I want you to be present in your ontology before you recover your godhead."

When the Lord heard this, the fox's face became a little distorted, but it didn't take long for it to reluctantly nod.

The second life turned around with peace of mind and walked to the side of the magic sound fairy with the little fox, and as the voids of spiritual power were generated, a strange soul-locking spell took shape in the surreal tower.

In a canyon in the super plane, an old man dressed in white suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a touch of confusion in the depths of his pupils. ”。

The old man in white is the body of the demon sound god, although he can't judge the location of that trace of the divine soul, but he can still sense that the divine soul has been safe and sound during the period of disappearance, until now, he has sensed that the divine soul has been swallowed by an inexplicable divine power, and now even the last trace of induction has disappeared.

For the Demon Sound God, the loss of a single trace of divine soul is not great, as long as he retreats and cultivates for hundreds of years, he will be distracted again. It's just that since the demise of the ancient gods, the demons who can devour the souls of the gods have disappeared from the world, and now there are still ancient gods and demons hiding in the world.

The old man in white put down the dust in his hand, brushed his beard, and thought for a long time before he got up slightly and walked towards a wall as smooth as jade. He stood in front of the wall, his palm stroked, and suddenly a wave of water rippled, the wall began to show various colors Finally, condensed into countless worlds of different sizes, his finger pointed at one of the light points, as the light curtain rotated, the light point gradually became larger, and finally showed a plane spiral, with the transformation of the matrix, there were many tiny worlds of different sizes in it, from one of them, the old man found a path, he pinched his fingers, a ray of light shot out, with a light curtain shrouded, And he vanished from the spot.

In the end, the city was lost!

Liang Shicheng prides himself on not losing a hundred battles, and he usually uses his name as the object of ridicule. This made him full of self-confidence, so Liang Shicheng also had another title in the army, that is, Liang is the city, which means that with him, it is impossible for any city to be captured.

But right now, maybe his name is going to be lost again.

A drink and a peck, as if determined by heaven, his name was given different meanings, and it actually diffracted his two different life predicaments.

Liang Shicheng's forehead hair has turned white, and his head has turned white overnight, which was originally just a joke, but now it is really happening to him.

According to the age of Liang Shicheng, he is only a middle-aged man now, far from reaching the level of old age.

But people who have witnessed Liang Shicheng's current appearance will never believe that he is only middle-aged.

His pale hair fluttered in the wind above his head, as if to show the end of his life.

For decades, he has experienced several lives and deaths, and each time he has been able to survive. But this time, he felt a sense of powerlessness, like a person being pulled out of his spine.

It's not that he can't accept defeat, it's that he still can't figure out how he lost to them.

Liang Shicheng's body was on top of the war riding beast, and the moment he fell to the ground step by step, Liang Shicheng also fell from his horse. He turned over with difficulty, lying on his back on the ground, his numb eyes and pale face made him more like an old man on the verge of running out of oil. Next to him was the horse horse that had sacrificed his life and forgot to die to accompany him in countless battles, and finally took him out of Qianyuan City after losing the city.

Liang Shicheng gently stroked one hand along the neck of the war horse, as if he was caressing an old friend of his own, and he muttered to himself while stroking: "Hold on for a while, we can go home, but it's a pity that our home is buried under thousands of miles of ice and snow, and we can only go back if we give up this stinky skin."

Liang Shicheng sighed, and the war horse also screamed, and both one person and one horse looked so sad. Liang Shicheng rubbed the mane of the war horse with his palm, he liked the snow-like mane of this war horse the most, and every stroke would make him feel an inexplicable pleasure. But this time his palms were stiff. After a long time, his palm fell with a bead of pus-black blood, and then black blood lines fell from his elbow to the ground.

The horse straightened up as if it had returned to the light, but his spine was crushed like a mountain, and it was unable to stand up at last. It was like a mass of loose flesh falling down. Liang Shicheng had been observing the war horse until it fell to the ground, and there was a trace of tears in his twilight eyes.

He understands what the end of a war horse that can't stand up means.

Liang Shicheng resisted the urge to cry in his heart, put his head in front of the war horse, and tried his cheeks to contact its long mouth, he could feel the heat exhaled from its big mouth. It was very wet and viscous, Liang Shicheng didn't dare to see if it was water mist or blood mist, in short, this moment was full of blood red in front of him.

Liang Shicheng hugged the horse's head tightly, and until he could no longer feel any breath, he let go of his arms weakly, staring at the already rigid horse's face in distraction.

Liang Shicheng wanted to cry out and shout, but unfortunately his physical strength now did not allow him to do so.

He knew very well that he might be the one who fell in the next moment.

Liang Shicheng turned around with difficulty, stood up with his spear supporting his body, and he took out a golden flame from his arms and released it towards the war horse.

Suddenly, a golden firework was born, and with a crackling sound, the corpse of the war horse was burned, and finally only a pile of ashes remained.

Liang Shicheng put them away, put them in a leather bag, and then tied them with ropes and hung them on his chest.

After Liang Shicheng finished all this, he stroked his chest and said slowly: "Soon, we are going home together."

After speaking, Liang Shicheng struggled to support his body with a spear, climbed to the edge of the rock, and stood on the mountain to look down. In the distance, dozens of miles away, there were still people in Qianyuan City who were chased and intercepted by phantom corpses, and once those people were trapped by phantom corpses, they were like an antelope targeted by hyenas, and in less than a quarter of an hour, only a pile of bones remained.

The killing has not stopped since the moment Liang Shicheng stepped out of Qianyuan City, these days, he is used to seeing fighting, cruel torture and killing, he has done his best to save people, it is still a drop in the bucket, and in the end, he can only powerlessly witness all this happening again and again in front of him. There are too many phantom corpses, all over the place for a hundred miles, they are like bedbugs on the wasteland, they can be seen everywhere, they gather into a community in the blink of an eye, and life is extinct wherever they go.

This is an inhuman extinction of life, they eat anything and everything, and their thirst for life and blood is almost a perverted obsession.

After several days of observation, Liang Shicheng found that the phantom corpses seemed to be controlled by something similar to Gu magic, they liked the breath of blood and death, and once they sensed it, they would go crazy.

Liang Shicheng also thought about awakening their senses, but all efforts seemed to be in vain, the main consciousness of these people seemed to be long dead, and there was only an endless desire to kill and devour blood in their eyes.

Liang Shicheng raised his head and looked up at the blazing sun, for some reason under such a hot sun, he still felt cold all over his body. Liang Shicheng recalled the night before yesterday.

At that time, he was patrolling the city with a few guards, and the night was very quiet, like countless vigils, Liang Shicheng did not believe that under such a moonlight, there were still people who dared to attack such a tightly defended Qianyuan City.

He had been touring the gates for a week, and then he was going back to the towers to see the beacons, which now seemed to be in his habit of observing the gas bonfires on them at night.

But at this moment, a riot began at the East City Gate and soon swept through the entire Qianyuan City.

Liang Shicheng used a kind of keen perception of a general, patrolled and mobilized the generals from the west gate to the east gate. Just when he rushed into the alleys of the main street, suddenly a group of phantom corpses poured in all directions, they bit people when they saw them, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd was surrounded by phantom corpses, Liang Shicheng because he still didn't know the situation, and he didn't kill the phantom corpses in time, so that those guards quickly fell in a pool of blood, and when Liang Shicheng realized that the problem was serious, he was already isolated and became a one-pole general.

Liang Shicheng immediately relied on his experience in fighting in the battle array to rush out of the pile of phantom corpses, but no matter where he rushed, a large wave of phantom corpses would gush out.

Those people seemed to be forever killed, endlessly, and it was not until after the entire Qianyuan City had fallen that Liang Shicheng realized that the general trend had gone and he had to leave the city.

Liang Shicheng rode the war beast back and forth towards the city gate, and at the same time thought about the strangeness of this matter. He couldn't understand why all the people in the city had been turned into phantom corpses overnight.

Just as he passed through the West City Gate, he unexpectedly saw a figure, that was the deputy general, even if he came up with many possibilities, he couldn't believe that the good brother had betrayed him. However, it is obvious that the deputy general is not besieged by phantom corpses, and he is also a demon, even if Liang Shicheng doesn't want to admit it, but the facts have to make him believe in such a fact.

Liang Shicheng immediately straddled the war horse beast and changed direction and rushed towards the north gate. He was well aware of the abilities of the lieutenant, and with him, Simon had already become the most dangerous place.

Liang Shicheng felt that he had completely become a loner at this moment, if it weren't for the existence of this war horse beast that he swore to protect to the death, he would have been just a piece of meat in the mouths of these phantom corpses.

However, his rich experience in fighting in battle formations still made him rush out of the north gate, and when he galloped in the wilderness, the phantom corpses behind him also sniffed blood and tracked him.

Liang Shicheng didn't dare to stay at all, so he could only keep running away and fighting, after a day and a night, although he temporarily got rid of the encirclement of those phantom corpses, but

Now he was no longer able to fight, so he could only rely on a spear to support his body and wait for the last moment.

"Head, we can't rush out, there are phantom corpses all around here" A middle-aged man covered in blood strode forward, his rough arms and legs were already blurred with flesh and blood, and there were several places where white bones could be seen. Several others followed, all of whom were suffering from terrible injuries.

There were more than a dozen Sifang clan generals snuggled beside him, these people were all survivors encountered on Liang Shicheng's escape road, and like Liang Shicheng, they all suffered from phantom corpses and betrayal by his subordinates. When they saw Liang Shicheng, everything happened under each other's eye contact, and they understood it.

At that time, Liang Shicheng's expression was very embarrassed, as if he was naked and was seen thoroughly, as a guard, he failed to coexist with Qianyuan City, which was his biggest shame.

It is precisely because of this that Liang Shicheng hardly communicated with any of them along the way, and he used his own behavior and fierce fighting to prove to them that he was not a coward.

A small group of more than a dozen people finally broke an exit in several battles, and rushed out of the phantom corpses to surround them, but there were too many phantom corpses, and when they rushed out for dozens of miles, they were still surrounded by the phantom corpses that suddenly appeared here.

Phantom corpses are extremely sensitive to blood, and as long as a place produces bloody gas, it will quickly attract phantom corpses from the entire wilderness.

If they had rushed out in one breath just now, they might have a chance to get out of the encirclement, but now they were full of phantom corpses outside, and even phantom corpses dozens of miles away were hurrying in.

"If we can't get out, we will have a final battle with them here" Liang Shicheng was now on the high ground, his eyes swept down coldly, and the hundred miles of wilderness were clear at a glance.

It was close to noon at this time, the sun was blazing like a charcoal fire, and the golden light swept under the hillside, reflecting the hideous and terrifying cheeks, they used to be friends, maybe they were familiar villagers, but now, they were all moving phantom corpses.

Facing these people, whether it is Liang Shicheng or a few generals, they are very conflicted in their hearts, they know very well that these people are not their real enemies, but they have to face them and kill them, this is the law of survival.

Now, those terrible phantom corpses had climbed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, their sharp claws almost hammering into the cracks in the rocks, and they were climbing faster and faster as the mud and sand fell. As the speed increased, the phantom corpse began to step on the body of its companion, and the captured head split in half in an instant, and blood and red and white flowed out of the ground, but the phantom corpse still climbed upward, as if the ordinary head was not its own.

(End of chapter)