Like the previous undead who were lightened by the blood light, the shadow of the Holy Scorpion gradually blurred, turning into the purest point of light, dispersing like a firefly.

Several members of the parliament looked at each other solemnly, and their eyes showed a deep expectation and respect.

He is a new legislator from Bianzhou, but he understands the meaning of the word legislator better than they do. They are inferior to him.

"Let's go, Wen Yao."

"Rest in Heaven."

"If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be a colleague again."

Taking a deep breath, the sadness in the eyes of several councillors no longer turned into more resolute persistence.

It's impossible to say that they don't have nostalgia and that they don't feel it in their hearts, but what they have to do can't tolerate their children's affection.

The other mid-rank arcanists also prayed that the councillor could rest in peace in the distant kingdom of heaven.

Two councillors stepped forward, their arcane glow enveloping the sky, radiating towards the sky, taking the place of Upper Vovanyao's striker.

There are so many warriors and so many expectations in Bianzhou, it really shouldn't be destroyed.

If Bianzhou is destroyed, it is really intolerable!

The backs left by the two councillors turned out to be the same as those of Wo Wenyao before, surprisingly consistent, resolute, heavy but hopeful.

Perhaps because of the death of Wo Wenyao, several councillors were a little more determined than before.

"Bianzhou is our city and our place of roots......

"Even if there are millions of undead, you can't stop it!!"

Several councilors roared, and they all gritted their teeth and burst out the last glow on their bodies, the celestial bodies were moving at high speed, and the neutron stars on the sky all erupted with endless glow, like disturbing the clouds.

The celestial rays were scattered, and the magic energy that was almost drained under the high-speed operation was almost drained, and the terrifying transcendent-level arcane art destroyed the world and headed forward.

"Boom~~!!"

The flood roared away, the torrent of water nearly submerging the path ahead, and the ripping force surged from the earth and carried upwards, ripping the earth to engulf the undead and obliterate everything that had come before it.

Suddenly, countless storm blades swept into the air, and the frenzied wind blades slammed into the undead in front of them, strangulating them into broken bones.

A faint green glow rose on his fingertips, as if the green glow was getting close to him, and Liu Feng's gaze moved slightly.

"This—This is ......"

Liu Feng stretched out his hand slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

If the people around him didn't hear it, they didn't seem to be able to see this scene at all, but Liu Feng saw a huge scorpion shadow.

It was the soul of the Holy Scorpion remaining in the heavens and the earth, and the faint soul seemed to be wandering, like duckweed in the water, unable to find its roots, unable to find its way home.

It seemed that there was a will in the dark, and the Holy Scorpion wandered towards the heavens and the earth, swimming, and finally swam to Liu Feng's side.

The shadow of the divine soul showed a confused look, a little painful, but more abrupt.

That emotion is not like a demon, but more like a person, a living person. The soul of the Holy Scorpion seemed to be muddy and stained with blood, which reminded Liu Feng of that scene, and Wo Wenyao, along with his entire body, seemed to be integrated into the soul. Correspondingly, the divine soul may also be integrated into the divine soul of the Holy Scorpion, and it is unknown how much human consciousness there is.

"That's it, you better go, I won't accept you."

Liu Feng forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, how can he say that they are all emperor-level souls, worth tens of billions, right?

However, that was the last glory of that councillor, and how could he tarnish it.

Staying with him is just being sold in the end, but it is better to return to heaven and earth and return to reincarnation. Here in nature, the soul of the martial soul councillor in the sky will probably resonate.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Liu Feng thought of something, and his brows furrowed slightly.

At the same time, the spirit of the Holy Scorpion was just shaking here, and it didn't act.

Retrograde cultivators, rejection of the Three Realms, stopping of the five elements, and abandonment of reincarnation!

And that councilor's body is fused into the soul of the demon, how can it not be another kind of reverse cultivation? People and demons do not share the heavens and blend together, which is also reverse and belongs to the scope of reverse cultivation.

When the Martial Soul Councilor made this decision, he was probably destined to be abandoned by reincarnation.

Maybe it was because I sensed the attraction from heaven in my body that I came here unconsciously.

"Hey, you should make a contribution to Bianzhou, if you leave it alone, how many years later, I'm afraid it will be a powerful ghost at the emperor level again."

Liu Feng looked at the divine soul, sighed slightly, and stretched out his palm.

The soul of the Holy Scorpion is very stable, and it can even be described as Anshun, wandering, gradually becoming smaller, and its majestic body is finally only the size of a palm.

Gradually, the Holy Scorpion landed on Liu Feng's palm, and finally gradually dissipated, and seemed to flow into Liu Feng's heart.

Knowing that he had picked up an Emperor Divine Soul worth tens of billions, Liu Feng was not happy at all.

Not only is it unhappy, but it is also heavy.

It's not just the emperor, the meaning behind it is self-evident, it's a city, it's the heart of the city's councilors.

Liu Feng secretly swore that this was the hero of Bianzhou, and he shouldn't just leave.

At the very least, this spirit should come in handy, not at auction.

I don't know how many undead I killed along the way, my hands were trembling, and my eyes were a little dizzy.

The spiritual universe did not look like a transcendent-level arcanist, after all, the huge reserves of magical energy of a transcendental-level arcanist were really jaw-dropping if they were used up.

But fortunately, there was a faint blue color in front of him, which was very conspicuous, which made the hearts of these originally exhausted parliamentarians beat violently, fast, fast......

Every councillor was panting and choking with exhaustion, but those mid-ranking arcanists were fine, and they didn't release a single arcane along the way, which just confirmed what Feng Tianyun said, and would send them safely to the mausoleum.

The sacrifice of this plan can be described as unprecedented in Bianzhou, even if it succeeds, the undead retreat, and all forces will usher in a major reshuffle, especially within the Bianzhou Arcane Association. The top powerhouses deserve to die, and the cripples deserve to be crippled.

At that time, most of the seats will be replaced.

However, many cities in the world have experienced such catastrophes, and the cities that have been reborn from the ashes will only be stronger than before, and there will be new high-ranking arcanists who will be promoted to transcendence.

As long as the city is still there, there will definitely be fresh blood flowing in, and the new waves will become the waves of protection.

"Kill !!"

I don't know how many times I shouted this sentence, however, when I actually arrived at the mausoleum, there was an extremely strong sense of unreality.

Along the way when he was sad, more than a dozen people were finally cut down to a few of them, less than a slap in the face. Those who should be left behind, those who should be damned die, however, how can those who remain survive in the army of the undead?