On the pale earth, there is a constant blood-boiling but scalp-numbing brawl, and there is only the enemy on the huge battlefield, and this is a battle that requires one enemy and ten thousand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is no day or night here, forever permeated in a dead ash, as if even the passage of time has lost its meaning, the black moon in the sky still hangs high, exuding a strong breath of death, and on the pale earth, there is a continuous sea of skeletons, constantly reincarnated in battle and resurrection, until it once again falls into darkness and sleep.

It's undoubtedly boring to keep repeating the same thing, but not in the battle in front of you, they're not the kind of skeletons who can only stupidly wield their weapons and act as cannon fodder. This thousand-year-old class of antiques still retains their fighting instincts, even if they fall into a rage under the influence of the power of death.

I saw that the battlefield was full of textbook epic and classic battles.

A skeleton jumped high from a slope and fell suddenly, it was a silver light falling blade and a wave sword, which was reflexively blocked by the opponent, and the raptor was torn in half by the raptor in the air, but as soon as the latter stopped his body, he was smashed into pieces all over the ground by a skeleton who came by the surprise attack, and what was more interesting was that a skeleton on the other side of the battlefield was using the phantom invisible sword, while clicking and constantly opening and closing the mandible.

However, even in such a wonderful and fierce battle, there is still the most eye-catching one, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is exciting, and it is appropriate to say that it is fierce, but it is indeed the most appropriate to describe it as wonderful.

Forever in the siege of the Ten Skeletons, and forever in the midst of a chaotic strategic retreat (i.e., escape), there is a mess of chickens and dogs (if any) everywhere they pass, and the culprit for all this is the broken skeleton that is still unconscious.

As the fire that continued to devour the souls of the vanquished, the broken skeleton also used the power of death to reorganize the previously broken bones, although it was still scarred, but it was no longer as miserable as before.

If the phrase thinking in terms of muscles is used to ridicule people with muscles and limbs and simple minds, then this broken skeleton is undoubtedly thinking in terms of bones at this moment, well, he thought about it with his patella in less than a second, so he did not hesitate to kick out and kick away at the oncoming enemy, the reason why it is so awkward is because although he kicked the other party, it was himself who flew.

This guy who can slip like a fish by instinct of his body does not dare to stay in the slightest, as long as he is slightly blocked, then at least six or seven swords, guns, swords, halberds and all kinds of strange weapons will dissect him, oh maybe it is more appropriate to describe it as a broken bone and ashes.

That's it.,The broken skeleton is always playing with the surrounding enemies "You chase me, if you chase me, I'll let you hehehehe" game, this game is not difficult, the difficult thing is the guy who is chasing, even if he is as cunning as a fox and moves like a mad rabbit, the broken skeleton is also full of dangers.

On the first day (in terms of outside time), he began to adapt to this style of fighting, and he seemed to be comfortable on the battlefield.

On the tenth day, he picked up a pair of swords and shields and slashed a skeleton for the first time.

On the thirty-third day, he changed to a spear and killed seven in and seven out under the siege of dozens of skeletons.

On the fifty-ninth day, the number of skeletons around was significantly reduced, and more than seventy percent of the skeletons on the battlefield fell into a deep sleep, replaced by more powerful individuals, and a more ferocious siege, the broken skeleton was almost captured by a skeleton with bare hands, and without hesitation, it cut off its own arm, and finally fled in embarrassment again.

On the eighty-sixth day, he was only surrounded and killed by four skeletons, and he fought thousands of miles, desperately killing three, but the other party seized the opportunity to cut off half of his body with an axe, and even his spine was full of cracks.

On the eighty-eighth day, his spine shattered, and the remains of his lower body were scattered all over the ground, but at the same time, he pierced the dagger in his hand into the eye socket of the opponent, shattering the latter's head, and only the head was still intact, he silently devoured the soul fire of the vanquished, and once again reorganized his body, and as far as the eye could see, a figure was slowly approaching.

On the ninetieth day, there was still no word, and the final battle was only Zhan'er.

On the hundredth day, under the dark moon, only one skeleton stood, straight as a javelin, and its right hand clenched into a fist on its chest, as if in tribute. His broken body was still scarred, but his pale bones were crawling with strange black patterns like coiled snakes, and even his eyes were burning with black soul fire.

The winner is king, and this Sea of Skulls, like any other region, is about to give birth to its own king.

In the sky, the black dark moon suddenly emitted a strong and deep light, a pillar of light shone on the broken skeleton, and the death force in the air was so strong that it formed a storm enveloping the shrinking dark moon, and it was about to merge into the broken body.

But at that moment, he, the small, broken skeleton jerked its head up as if looking at the Stygian Moon, its jaws clattering and closing, as if in a contemptuous mockery. So, he gently raised the long sword in his hand, and with a piercing scream that tore through the air, a black crescent moon sword shot up into the sky, slashing down the dark moon that had shrunk to the size of a millstone.

The Stygian Moon was originally the embodiment of the condensation of the power of death here, and at this time, it was cut open from it, and the surging power of death exploded like a torrent of bursting embankments after being extremely concentrated.

Countless dry bones were scattered by the impact, and the violent death storm instantly swept through the entire sea of skeletons, but the broken skeletons that bore the brunt of it stood like a pillar mountain stone, and the black sword light continued to swing out, almost connecting into a piece, cutting the torrent of death in front of him to pieces.

The explosion of the power of death came and went quickly, because this land was originally the realm of death, but even so, the broken skeleton that fought against it alone was almost exhausted, and he slowly sat down on the ground, the strange black pattern on his body gradually receded, and the soul fire in his eyes turned pale again. A breeze blew, and he lay quietly as if dead.

At the same time, on a high ground on the west side of the pale earth near the edge of the Sea of Skulls, in front of an altar made of white bones, a slightly rickety old man was looking through the magic mirror in front of him at the scene where the Stygian Moon was cut down just now, well, if anyone wants to ask why it is not synchronized, then I can only explain that the network is delayed.

"Lord Prophet, is that the newly born Skeleton King?" asked Deadpool, who was standing next to him in black robes.

The old man, known as the prophet, was silent for a moment, as if he was recalling something, and after a long time, he wrinkled his brows that could definitely kill mosquitoes, and his white pupils, which were slightly glowing with ghostly light and had no focus, stared at the sea of skulls in the distance, and said in a tone that was both sighing and sad: "He is not the king of skeletons, he is my king......"

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The pale earth, the gray sky, there is no day or night here, and it is monotonous to make it difficult to feel the passage of time, of course, provided that there are people here.

Well, perhaps, there really is, but it's only half of it.

Bai Huang, the consciousness of this hapless traverser slowly awakened at this moment when the storm finally calmed down, and he felt like he had a nightmare, in which he turned into a skeleton, chased by endless skeletons on a battlefield full of bones, and the thrilling scene is still vivid in his recall.

"Well, why is the bed so awkward today. Bai Huang thought a little strangely, in fact, he didn't feel uncomfortable or painful, but he really felt the unevenness of the place where he was lying, so he had the illusion that he belonged to the living.

However, when he got up and saw the appearance of his lower body, the consciousness that had just woken up and was still a little confused seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water.

Bai Huang stayed for two seconds as if he was frozen, and then lay down silently, thinking indifferently: "It turns out that I am still in a dream, then I should wake up after I close my eyes and sleep." ”

Bai Huang wittily wanted to wake up from the dream by sleeping in the dream, so he slowly closed the ...... Well, after lying quietly for two seconds, Bai Huang bounced off the ground suddenly.

Damn, I can't close my eyes at all, who will tell me how skeletons close their eyes and how to sleep!

Ten thousand skeleton horses galloped through the sea of Bai Huang's consciousness, making him almost crazy.

The cold wind was steep, but Bai Huang couldn't feel any temperature, although he could sense how fast and cold the wind was, he just didn't feel the slightest. The dream, which was so clear and yet unreal, made him confused for a while.

In his sight, there is only monotonous black, white and gray, the whole world is like a ridiculous mime, he can't hear any sound, but he knows where the sound source is, he can't feel any temperature, but he knows how high the temperature is, how fast the wind speed is.

He felt like a brain in a vat, stripped of his brain, and could only passively receive all kinds of simulated information, no, it should be worse than that, he didn't even have a brain left.

Is there anything left of me, my soul? Is there only this kind of ethereal thing to susten?

A lot of chaotic thoughts flashed through Bai Huang's mind, but he finally calmed down, after all, he would no longer feel anxious, and his body would not produce all kinds of hormones that made him feel afraid or uneasy, which may be the advantage of being an immortal.

Calming down, he began to face the reality in front of him, and he had to accept that he had somehow come to this strange place, and that he had become a skeleton that could think and move.

He subconsciously lowered his head to examine his body, the first thing he noticed was the surface of his feet, and then his attention shifted to the pubic symphysis in the pelvis (you can simply understand it as the crotch), and he touched his pubic symphysis a little dazedly, which was empty underneath, and the place that he was proud of was now without a single hair.

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