("White and red are always the most beautiful colors on shijie.") Obey the call of my Wraithing Ancestors, and offer me your loyalty, and show your worship for me with the blood of your enemies! ”）

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The bone path winds and turns, the end looming, but it seems to have no end.

I don't know how many turns I turned, I don't know how many bones I stepped on, and everyone's minds gradually relaxed.

Just when everyone began to get irritated about the endless headless bone path, the hazy mist on both sides of the path suddenly refracted one picture after another.

The picture is like a cloth, undulating with the wind, hidden in the fog and emerging from time to time, some illusory, but it seems to be extremely real, as if it is a story that happened on this land, through time and space, is being interpreted by everyone.

On the picture, the indescribable years, the unclear era, I saw countless people and horses fighting on a windy and sandy land, under the gloomy sky. The war horses were neighing, the war spears were flashing with sharp light, and countless sharp crossbow arrows pierced the sky, piercing the cold armor with blood flowers and staining the sky red.

The people in front fell, and the people behind quickly made up for it, without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest retreat; The soldier was slashed in the arm by a sharp iron knife, and the next blow was slashed with his other hand; The knight was pierced through the chest by the high-speed spinning crossbow arrow, and flew off his horse, and before he died, he threw the spear in his hand and pierced through the enemy in front of him.

Swords, swords, shadows, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, turning this place into Senluo Hell, full of corpses and mountains of blood, and broken arms and stumps everywhere. The air was filled with pungent blood; The ground was a dark red.

The war continues, I don't know how many years have passed, I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed, and the grievances of the dead soldiers continue to accumulate in the sky, slowly condensing into a yellow river, separating the sky and the earth.

The ground in the picture could no longer tell whether it was mud or blood, and Xiao Yan and the others seemed to smell the smell of blood from ancient times, which was disgustingly strong.

The picture goes on and on, and on until the day and night fall.

It was a windless and moonless night, and in the sound of fighting, a gap opened in the sky silently, and a vague figure fell from the sky, stirring up the resentment in the sky.

The endless resentment seemed to find an outlet, and suddenly it went crazy, pouring from the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, from the resentment of both sides of the war, all to the vague figure.

The blurred figure seemed to enjoy this endless resentment very much, and among the countless air currents, only a pair of blood-colored eyes hung very conspicuously in the night sky, faintly revealing extreme madness.

Because of the resentment in the sky that was converging at extreme speed, it actually formed a huge tornado between heaven and earth, and the blurred figure was in the center of it, daxiao recklessly, and the laughter seemed particularly strange in the dark night.

The sudden change attracted the attention of the warring parties, and the moment they looked up, everyone was shocked, as if all this was beyond their cognition, everyone forgot about the ongoing battle, the weapons in their hands fell inadvertently, and the horses under the seat also trembled, and their front hooves were uneasily scraping the ground, looking extremely frightened.

After absorbing a large amount of resentment, the blurred figure turned into a hideous face, which was infinitely enlarged, obscuring the entire sky, and let out an angry roar downward.

The roar was like thunder, with a strong dissatisfaction, and under the roar, the tornado formed by the resentment reversed direction and swept the entire land.

Bloody eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment was like a ghost possessed, quickly turning into a resentful spirit, overwhelmingly pounced on everyone on both sides of the war, whether it was a former comrade-in-arms or an enemy. Suddenly, there was a wail on the empty land.

Countless souls faintly became hideous and terrifying in the mist, as if they were struggling in pain, but they could not get rid of the drive, and they rushed to the ground involuntarily.

Countless resentful spirits who were not afraid of swords rushed into the battlefield, without the slightest suspense, only to see that the flesh and blood of the soldiers quickly dried up, leaving only a white skeleton with a forest of bones, and the unwillingness before death turned into rising resentment, and merged into the resentment legion, the resentment legion grew rapidly at a snowballing speed, and despair filled the entire land.

A recognized warrior in the army watched all this, his eyes were sad, but he still drew his sword to meet it, expecting a miracle. But countless grievances met his blade and drilled into his body, and the warrior's body suddenly became crumpled at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely losing its luster, and the young face under the helmet instantly became wrinkled, gray hair, and his body was rickety, and his vitality was sharply reduced, and he died tragically on the spot.

Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, the confidence of countless warriors was completely destroyed, and they couldn't understand that Weishenme did not die in the blood of the sword, but fell in humiliation on the body of the resentful spirit.

No one could explain all this, and the wraithful spirits roared through them, and the warriors became stiff and trembling, and the sparkle in their eyes gradually dimmed.

One by one, they grew old rapidly until their lives dried up, and then they fell off their mounts with a "plop", and died of old age, and their unwilling resentment rose into the air.

The same is true of their mounts, which are no longer strong and powerful, but all of them are scrawny, and after a short time they go away with their masters.

In a short time, only countless bones were left on the battlefield, which was unbearable.

This scene is really terrifying, such a strange way of dying, so many fresh lives turned into dust in the blink of an eye, and completely disappeared, making Xiao Yan and the others feel a chill down their spines.

Above the air, the hideous face seemed to be satisfied, opened its mouth and inhaled, and the endless resentment was swallowed up, but the body did not rise and shrink, slowly condensed into an illusory figure, and the powerful strength made the space vibrate.

Disdainful of looking at the countless dead bones below, the illusory figure looked at the sky, waved his hand casually, and in the shocked eyes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together and piled up into a huge throne of white bones, and the blood that had not yet dried up became a stream drop by drop.

The illusory figure raised its feet at will, stepped down, and layers of ripples echoed under its feet, and it had already arrived in front of the Throne of Bones. The illusory figure sat down and turned around slowly, a pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and the divine light pierced in the direction of Xiao Yan and the others.

The divine light of the blood-colored eyes was like substance, and everyone's chests were suddenly suffocated, and their hearts were shocked, and when they came back to their senses, they found that the white bone path had come to an end, and the illusory pictures on both sides had disappeared, everything returned to normal, and as far as the eye could see, a huge white bone throne stood in the distance.

On the throne of white bones, a figure turned his back to Xiao Yan and the others, looking up at the sky, moon-white clothes fluttering in the wind, but whether it was his clothes or his body, they all seemed a little illusory and unreal.

The figure has black hair and a shawl, and his temperament is calm and elegant, which makes people unable to associate with the hideous, terrifying and crazy that they saw in the picture before, and everyone even has the illusion that they are completely two people! But the white bone throne with blood flowing in front of him clearly told everyone that this one was definitely the person with the hideous face in the picture.

The illusory figure did not react to the arrival of Xiao Yan and the others, still staring into the distance, as if waiting for something.

Everyone clenched their weapons, their palms oozing with sweat, and for a moment they couldn't decide what to do next.

Above the night sky, an afterimage suddenly appeared, gradually coming from the sky, cutting through the chaotic eternal night.

Everywhere, the void was chaotic, a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky, red as blood, the moonlight was no longer as soft as water, just indifferently looking down at the vast world.

The blood moon was silent, and it was like frost everywhere. Under the light of the blood moon, thousands of miles of Gobi, thousands of miles of yellow sand, and the lonely wasteland, the gray sky and the leaden yellow desert are connected in a line, showing desolation.

The illusory figure looked at the blood moon and sighed slightly. The cold moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, but it seemed that it couldn't shine through the light veil, and it couldn't drive away the loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.

"Is that the shadow of the Endless Lifespan left behind by the Endless Void and the Endless Emptiness?" Xiao Yan thought secretly in his heart.

"The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows." The illusory figure stretched out his slender fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and dropped a line of words on the night sky, like a lonely scholar, and then he slowly turned around.

When the eye came into contact with everyone, the illusory figure changed! The blood-colored eyes were suddenly indifferent and ruthless, the cold light flickered, and the unstoppable arrogance suddenly erupted from the body, suppressing everyone breathlessly.

Completely different temperaments, so quickly transformed into the same person, shocked everyone and couldn't close their mouths.

The illusory figure sat firmly on the throne of white bones, as if he was dominating the world, and with a wave of his hand, countless resentful spirits appeared, kneeling around, the air within a radius of thousands of feet was almost condensed into substance, and the hideous and terrifying faces of thousands of resentful spirits appeared more and more clear in the air close to substance, distorted to make people feel cold.

At this time, the illusory figure is truly worthy of this white bone throne, like the real master of the resentful spirit army, and the ruthless character in the picture who destroys the sky in anger!

As for the loneliness before, maybe it was a thousand years of loneliness, maybe it was ten thousand years of loneliness, who knows?

"Xiao Shao, did you say that this product has been holding in this harsh environment for a long time and is mentally disturbed?" Xiao Zhan leaned over and said.

Xiao Yan looked sideways at Xiao Zhan, speechless for a while.

This place was extremely weird, everyone pinched a handful of sweat, their hearts were tightened, their expressions were extremely solemn, and when they heard Xiao Zhan's words, Ziying laughed out loud, and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

At this moment, the face of the illusory figure on the Throne of Bones sank

, Yao Yao pointed at everyone, and the deep voice seemed to sound in everyone's ears.

"After 50,000 years of loneliness, someone finally came. Welcome to the Land of Resentment. ”

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, I don't know if it's your luck or misfortune."

The illusory figure's tone suddenly became urgent, and he lost his previous composure and became a little excited.

"Maniac!" Xiao Zhan is another unceremonious evaluation.

"Tonight, and even on a cloudy night, the blood moon hangs in the sky. As the saying goes, the extremes of things must be opposed, just suppressing the yin body of this seat, so that the strength of this seat is not as good as usual, this is a good opportunity for you. The voice of the illusory figure became a little hysterical.

"However, the Blood Moon is also an immortal night for the spirits and bones! This is your sorrow! ”

"The flower of blood blooming in the night sky is always the most beautiful gift under the night sky, dear guests, are you ready to offer this gift to this seat? Come on, try the banquet of the undead legion! The illusory figure's eyes turned blood-red, with a madness of thirst for blood.

"White and red are always the most beautiful colors on shijie. Obey the call of my Wraithing Ancestors, and offer me your loyalty, and show your worship for me with the blood of your enemies! ”

The excited voice abruptly turned into a serious one, not angry and self-assured, with the demeanor of a king.

"Your assessment is really very pertinent." Xiao Yan turned his head sideways and said to Xiao Zhan, this ancestor of resentful spirits is an out-and-out madman.

"Xiexie compliment." Xiao Zhan accepted Xiao Yan's praise in full.

Everyone has never noticed that Xiao Zhan's face is actually not thin, and it has a tendency to become thicker and thicker as his strength rises.

"Why does your face look more like a shield the more you look?" Purple Shadow wanted to pinch Xiao Zhan's face, but found that his foot seemed to be pulled by something.

Looking down, Ziying's hair immediately stood on end, his whole body was terrified, and he jumped up screaming.

I saw countless white skeletons struggling to crawl out on the ground, Sen Sen's bone hands were unconsciously pulling beside everyone, the jaws of the skulls were closed one by one, and phosphorescent light rose faintly from the bones, and the whole scene was extremely weird and terrifying.

"Leap into the air." Xiao Yan reminded loudly, and then sank his waist and raised his knees, his bone wings shook sharply, and countless extremely sharp light blades were drawn, and where the light blades reached, the white bones flew like shredded paper, and a large piece fell down with a brush.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yan flashed over another batch of skeletons on the ground that stretched out their bony hands, their wings fluttered, and their bodies were already in mid-air, looking at Xiangxia, only to see dense and countless white bones swaying up from the ground.

The purple shadow had already lost its color, and Zhen Ni also stretched out her slender jade hand and grabbed Xiao Yan's arm, trembling slightly, and everyone's brows were tightly locked.

A whirlwind blew in the desert, rolling up the yellow sand, and countless white bones kept pouring out of the ground, like countless wrinkles of sand and stones, and like solidified waves, extending to the black horizon in the distance, and there was still no end at the junction of heaven and earth.

In the darkness of the night, a pale skeleton draped in tattered armor and holding an ancient blade in his hand looked up at the people in the sky above. Without any life fluctuations, a round of blood moon shone down coldly, lining the skeleton as if it had undried bloodstains, which was shocking.

Xiao Yan and the others watched all this in mid-air, and couldn't help but look at each other, they felt that all this was too unreal, and they were dumbfounded, revealing anxious and worried looks.

"Damn, it's really a lot, Qinglou sells meat, you sell bones." Xiao Zhan couldn't hold it back, and burst out with a foul language, which immediately petrified everyone.

"Fortunately, although there are many skeletons below, they have no consciousness and do not feel the fluctuations of life, it should not be difficult for us to capture the thief and capture the king first." Le Shaolong is the most careful, and always puts forward timely suggestions when it is timely.

Judging from the fluctuation of the Resentful Spirit Ancestor's fighting spirit, it should be the strength of the six-star peak Dou Emperor, if he can get close, it may not be too difficult to win.