The faces of the Ten Young Masters became solemn, and the appearance of the Seven Ghosts gave them a lot of pressure, and the balance of victory began to reverse in favor of Lan Jiechen.

"Seven ghosts, you deal with those three young masters who are dead, and let me die. Lan Jiechen said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent.

Obviously, the three young masters made Lan Jiechen lively, and at this time, Lan Jiechen couldn't wait to go into battle by himself and kill them, but it was a pity that his humble cultivation could not compete with the three of them.

The Seven Ghosts felt Lan Juechen's anger, nodded, and left.

"Whew......" sounded.

The ghost flashed, and instantly came to the front of the ten young masters, and surrounded the ten young masters, the eleventh young masters, and the twelve young masters. It is not for nothing that the Seven Great Ghost Kings can make the people behind the scenes jealous.

It shouldn't be a problem for them to deal with these three young masters, because their cultivation is almost on the same level, but there are four more people in the Seven Ghosts, and the balance of victory is obviously tilted towards Lan Jiechen's side.

The ten people looked at each other in a stalemate, and unlike the heavy mentality of the three young masters, the seven ghost kings seemed very relaxed.

"You actually dare to rebel, the eldest and second hate to be betrayed by others the most, and the anger will make you ashes, not to mention being reborn as a human being, whether you can survive is still a question. The Ten Young Masters said coldly.

The three of them could not have imagined that the Seven Ghosts would rebel and be made a servant by a low-powered, lowly race.

Speaking of the ten young masters, the eleventh young masters, and the twelve young masters, they could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts, and the aura of tyranny swept through the entire space, the walking corpses trembled, and the friendly soldiers desperately gritted their teeth to resist this coercion.

The three young masters were full of murderous intent. He sacrificed his weapon and put on the armor of the supernatural. The body is full of light and brilliant colors. It is like the arrival of a god king, and the gods are mighty.

At this time, the seven ghosts seemed much weaker, like a flat boat under the huge waves of the sky.

"You three, are you dying?" said the ghost yin and yang strange qi.

"The ...... of the seven ghosts looked up to the sky and laughed together, when these three young masters were a dish.

The limbs of the seven ghosts began to dissolve, turning into thick streams of black gas, surging out, spreading out at a rapid pace, and then only the head remained.

And the other side. The army of walking corpses was like a torrent of steel, surging forward, and they were just a dozen steps away from colliding fiercely with Lan Jiechen and them.

"Roar, roar, roar, ......" The army of walking corpses roared and screamed, deafening, and constantly reverberating.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

“......”

Not to be outdone, the friendly forces were killing the sky.

The Great War is imminent!

More than 20,000 people and more than 70,000 walking corpses converged with the torrent of steel, caught in a melee with each other, and the elves continued to bless their allies with various blessing magic. with kicker magic.

The glow of magic illuminates the entire space.

With the help of the elves, the combat effectiveness of its allies has increased exponentially, and the weapons have been blessed with the power of the elves, making their weapons the nemesis of the walking dead. Able to cause substantial harm.

Wei Siyu and Soul Breaker Dragon One were not idle, because there were not many walking corpses who had reached the peak of the Heavenly Rank. Even the existence of the god rank, these people are simply fatal to themselves.

Soul Breaker Ryuichi's Soul Breaker Axe is like mowing grass. With each swing of the axe, a large piece is poured. Then it was absorbed by the soul of the Soul Breaker Axe, and the blue light became more and more brilliant.

Xiong Han, Xiong Ba, and Hu Xiong are no worse than the Broken Soul Dragon One, the four of them are the best among the younger generation, and the four of them alone have already dealt heavy losses to the army of the walking corpses, relieving the pressure on friendly forces.

Not to mention, Wei Siyu, who can carry the god-level walking corpse to kill.

Under Lan Jiechen's deliberate command, the friendly forces did not disperse, but formed a group, defending as an attack, and the warriors of other races surrounded the elves, and the elves surrounded Lan Jiechen.

Looking at the battle situation, it seems that the two sides are comparable, in fact, this is an illusion, Lan Juechen and they can't afford to consume it, after these walking corpses have been refined by the art of summoning ghosts, they are not ordinary walking corpses that can be killed so simply.

Even if his head is cut off, his body can still fight, and his combat power will not be reduced when he has a head.

The friendly forces had already appeared with seriously wounded wounded, and there were more and more of them, and the balance of victory began to tilt in favor of the enemy again, and the three young masters sneered.

When it was imminent, Lan Jiechen no longer hesitated to hide.

I saw Lan Jiechen's right hand wave, and the ancient demon piano came out, and his slender white hands suddenly pressed on the black and white keys.

"Ding Dong!"

The surrounding space trembled, and the pure sound waves rushed in all directions.

The walking corpses were shocked into wisps of black smoke, and their movements became a little sluggish, giving the friendly soldiers a chance to take advantage of them, and the weapons in their hands, the divine light, hit head-on fiercely, and the walking corpses disappeared in an instant.

Lan Jiechen sat on the throne of the Demon King, his white and slender ten fingers were like happy elves, beating happily on the black and white keys, a melodious and soothing, and the long and distant sound of the piano sounded slowly.

The sound of the piano is gentle and full of emotion, soothing the soul of the person, making it lose its anger and purifying the soul of the person.

The sound of the piano outlines a warm and touching picture, such as sympathy whispering in the ear, like the concerned instructions of relatives, and like children still surrounding themselves.

The walking corpses became more and more sluggish, no longer roaring strangely, but muttering or humming a tune, their empty eyes with a hint of emotion.

What Lan Jiechen played was the Requiem recorded in the Art of Imperial Spirits. He himself was immersed in the artistic conception he had weaved, closing his eyes, full of affection, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, sometimes happy, and his expression was changeable.

One by one, the cute note elves came out, but this time the note elves changed their appearance.

I saw that they were holding a small short sword in their right hand and a small shield in their left hand, covered with a thick layer of armor, and their faces were full of angry expressions.

It's still cute and cute, likable, and pitiful.

After flying and circling around Lan Jiechen's body for a few times, they dragged their brilliant long tails of light and flew towards the crowd, and after circling around the friendly troops a few times, they turned into a golden light and invaded the body of the walking corpse when they were not paying attention and there was a flaw.

This result was fatal for the walking corpse, which became like a mobile broadcaster, with a beautiful piano sound in its belly, and pure energy constantly washed over the body of the walking corpse.

A moment later, the walking corpse curled up to the ground in pain, and a thick black qi poured out of its body, and it lost its combat power.

Seeing this, the friendly soldiers immediately raised their weapons and dealt a fatal blow to the walking corpse, which turned into a cloud of gray smoke, drifting with a strong smell of sulfur and decay. (To be continued......)