"Click!"

With a knee blow, Eren knocked the head of one of the most undead knights out of the air. The dissipating green flames proved that the undead knight had lost his life, and that his soul would no longer have to wander in the world.

Looking at the white bones scattered all over the ground, Alan sighed, in fact, these undead knights are also quite sad, they are still not at peace after they die, and they still have to fight around. One theory that the undead exist in the world is that they were too powerful in life, and their souls did not dissipate after death, and then they were stored in an immortal shell and could live forever.

There is also a saying that people are very unwilling when they die, and they have a deep grudge, which turns into a kind of mental power that will not disperse until their wishes are fulfilled. Of course, Alan believes the first statement more, because the combat power of the high-level undead is still very high, and if it is just an aggregate of resentment, it should not have such a strong combat power.

Alan stood on the high ground, glanced around, and saw that there was no longer an undead knight, Alan sat down cross-legged in place, and then began to cultivate. Soon, Eren entered the state of emptiness, and there was a lot of gray energy floating in the air, which Eren constantly inhaled into his body, and then transformed into a dark attribute of fighting energy.

This is a slow process, gray energy is not suitable for human absorption, and after transformation, gray energy will shrink a lot, so Alan sat cross-legged for a long time. I don't know how long it took, Alan finally found that there was no longer enough energy in the inner house, so Alan stopped, opened his eyes, and looked around. It's still the same as before I settled down, and it hasn't changed in the slightest.

"It's strange that I've been in the Death Zone for at least five days!, but it's strange that I haven't seen the sun or moon there, and that I don't feel hungry in the Death Zone!"

After adjusting his condition, Allen flicked his feet on the ground, picked up a long spear, reached out to grasp the hilt, and then threw it on his shoulder, and continued to move on. Since the undead knights in the nearby area were all killed by Allen, this distance was relatively easy. Eren didn't speed up, because if the next time he encountered other undead, he would definitely be of a higher level and stronger strength, and he wouldn't have time to absorb energy when fighting them, so if he could save one point now, it would be a point!

The road spreads under the feet, even to the boundless world, the red wilderness is vast, Alan walks tirelessly, in fact, walking is also a kind of cultivation for people, especially this kind of road without end and no road signs, walking in it is a big test for the spirit. Just like a traveler walking in the desert, the endless desert is likely to break people's spirits.

But how strong Alan's mind was, what kind of pain he hadn't encountered in the Forest of Death in the past two years, what kind of loneliness he hadn't endured. Alan was not impatient, he went all the way forward, I don't know how many days he walked, and Alan finally found that there was a change in front of him. In the distant sky, at the end of the red wilderness, towering mountains rose into the clouds.

"Is that the area where the higher undead are?" Alan thought, looking at the towering mountains.

"Let's go! It should be not far away. Alan sighed and touched his chest.

The so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, this sentence is undoubtedly correct, although the distance is not too far, but it is not so easy to walk, Alan estimates that he has to walk for at least three days to reach the foot of the mountain.

A closer look at the majestic mountains makes it even more majestic, with their crimson bodies watered by blood and their towering peaks plunging into the clouds. The majestic sound of sacrifice reverberates in the mountains, mysterious and solemn, and that sound is the most beautiful music for the dead.

Walking into the majestic mountains, Alan realized that he was small and humble, and that human beings were too insignificant for a mountain. Gray mist wrapped around the crimson mountains, and the occasional breeze added a touch of agility to the mountains.

"The line of sight is not very clear!" After Alan entered the mountain, he quickly discovered the unfavorable side to himself, he was not very familiar with the terrain here, and it was dangerous to enter rashly. ,

"Hello, human!"

Just as Alan was stumbling at the mountain pass, a calm voice came from above Allen's head.

Alan looked up, and saw a middle-aged man standing on top of a low mountain, his whole body shrouded in black armor, and a long knife pinned to his waist, the scabbard was very beautifully made, and it looked like a valuable thing.

Jumping forward, the middle-aged man flew down and came to Allen. This is a tall man, two heads taller than Allen. After two years of growth, Allen is almost one meter seventy-five tall, and the middle-aged man shrouded in armor is two heads taller than Allen, definitely reaching a height of two meters. And Alan discovers that he is not a man, but an undead. Because Alan saw that under his black armor there was not flesh and blood, but white bones.

"Hello!" Alan said calmly.

"Welcome, the master has been waiting for a long time, but the master has said that you must defeat me to meet him. The burly armored skeleton said politely.

"Master, could it be that the skeleton in front of me in front of me and the undead who I met before all have a master? and have been waiting for a long time? Could it be that the so-called master actually knows about my arrival!" Alan muttered to himself.

"Who is your master? And how did he know that I was coming here? Alan asked.

"The master is the master, as for how the master knows that there are humans here, I don't know the way, and the master's ability is not something we can guess. The burly armored skeleton said again.

"Oh, that's it, well, it's going to beat you, when are we going to start!"

Alan saw that he couldn't ask anything, so he simply said. Alan knew in his heart that the owner of this burly armored skeleton must be very powerful, it must not be a simple existence to be able to have so many undead guards, and to be able to know his arrival, such an ability is beyond Allen's cognition, and Allen feels that with the strength of the other party, even if he wants to kill himself, there is no need to be so troublesome. So Alan didn't have any fear.

"Anytime!" said the burly armored undead.

"By the way, may I ask, what level are you, and what level are those undead knights I met before?" Alan asked.

"My rank is the Undead General, you can call me Caesar. On the way you came, you should encounter ordinary undead, undead warriors, and undead knights. The undead general, who called himself Caesar, said.

"The ordinary undead should be those weakest white skeletons! The undead warriors should be the milky white skeletons with the mutilated swords in their hands, and the undead knights are those guys he met a few days ago!" Alan compared them in his mind.

"Oh, that's it, then General Caesar, we can begin. Alan said calmly.