The river flows slowly with dark and viscous water, and it seems that every drop is as pure as darkness. A gray-robed man walked up to the previous boss, he looked at the river and said, "This is really a place of great evil, just a river is filled with such a strong resentment!" It is often said that the eighteen layers of hell and purgatory in the underworld are the most terrifying places, and I will say that the horror of this river alone has overpowered the hell and purgatory......"

The gray-robed man pondered for a moment: "This river is full of dangers, if there is no corresponding method, I am afraid it will not be easy to pass......

The previous boss snorted: "King Yama is right, the name of this river is called the River of Resentment, which is made up of the grievances of countless strong people, and if it is contaminated with a little bit, it will be plagued by cause and effect, and if the cultivation is a little insufficient, it will be swallowed by the resentment and die." According to my years of investigation and research, these grievances are pure grievances, but the essence of the grievances of the strong before death...... Because, without exception, the causes of death of these strong people point to the exchange ......"

Grey Man...... It was also the king of Yama, and he nodded: "It should be so. ”

As one of the ten palace kings of the Netherworld, he has experienced countless tribulations in the vast and boundless underworld, and he deeply understands the truth of this. Like the kind of fight for a few days and nights, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, which belongs to a very small part of the existence. The more the duel between the strongest, the shorter the process, and it is likely that it will end at the beginning! If there is still the idea of keeping the back hand at this time, then this back hand can only be kept for the next life......

The previous boss flicked his sleeves, and saw a pitch-black painting boat appear on the Grievance River, which was almost integrated with the Grievance River: "This is a Grievance Painting Boat that can be used in the Grievance River, it has been refined for many years and is extremely strong, please get on the boat!" ”

The figures of the gray-robed people flashed and appeared on the painting boat.

The former boss stood at the bow of the boat, pointed a finger, and the painting boat broke through the layers of barriers and shot out like an arrow, and the location of the destination was not far away, just a few breaths away! Everyone crossed the dock and landed on the bluestone road, and one of the gray-robed people deviated from the bluestone road and stepped on the gray land! There was a faint sound of iron chains, and a dry hand came out of the ground to grab its feet******** corpse? ”

The gray-robed man was a little surprised, and then snorted coldly: "Presumptuous! ”

The vast mana gushed out of his body, shocking to the withered hands, only to see the withered hands and muscles shattered, leaving the white bones of the forest, but still clutching on the bare feet! The gray-robed man frowned, and with his cultivation, he casually broke out, not to mention a dry corpse, even if it was a zombie king, it would be wiped out, but this dry corpse was just a destruction of muscles and flesh, which was really unexpected by him......

Stomp hard with your right foot: "Get out!" ”

The surging mana surged out, and the withered hands could no longer support it, and it was shattered in an instant!

Then a dry corpse with a missing right hand jumped out of the ground, he was locked in black chains, and his shriveled and hollow eyes exuded endless resentment: "Kill, kill, kill......"

The gray-robed man ate his two fingers together, and his fingertips fell on the eyebrows of the dry corpse: "The resentment gathers but does not disperse, and it is time to rest in peace!" Go ahead! ”

The dry corpse was shocked, the resentment and murderous aura in his eyes slowly subsided, and he fell to the ground and turned into powder......

The gray-robed man was none other than King Taishan, one of the Ten Hall Yamas, and he coldly watched the last traces of the dried corpse being gradually engulfed by the gray earth, and asked, "This dry corpse is angry, several times stronger than the Zombie King, but his mind is blurred, I don't know why......

The former boss said in a cold voice: "There are a large number of dried corpses hidden under this land, and there are more than hundreds of thousands of them that I have seen!" They were all killed by a certain generation of bosses of the exchange! The soul was gone, and only a body with a little strength remained, driven by resentment. These corpses are all enemies of the Exchange, but they are also the defense barrier of the Exchange......"

King Taishan's heart moved: "Their bodies still have such cultivation, and being able to put them here shows that they are indeed very useful, if they can be controlled for our use, maybe the crusade against the exchange can increase the chances of victory......"

The previous boss shook his head, he volleyed a shot of the gray earth in the distance, jumped out of a dry corpse, and pointed to the iron chain on his body: "That iron chain contains unknown rules, the dry corpse can only be restrained in place, and the range of movement cannot exceed five meters." If the chain is broken by any means or the dried corpse is removed from the chain, the dried corpse will turn into powder and disappear completely at the first time...... I've tried to control the dried corpses, and I'm going to break them up as well......"

At this moment, the voice of the former boss suddenly lowered: "It's coming!" ”

Everyone present was all smart, and in an instant, all kinds of spells protected their bodies, and in the next second, the overwhelming power landed on everyone's heads from the sky, like a boulder of 10,000 tons! There is a gray-robed man who is a warlock in the yang world, and his strength is the weakest among all people, and his complexion changed at the moment, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "What a domineering cultivator, what kind of person is this......"

"A dead man is not allowed to speak,"

Two figures slowly emerged on the bluestone road, it was Ning Qiu and Ye Meng.

Ning Qiu raised his hand and pressed it hard, and the power surged again, and the warlock was squeezed into a puddle of flesh before he could leave his last words......