On the city wall of Linyang Capital, thousands of soldiers bent their bows and were ready to attack. At this time, the army of the Holy Beast Empire had already launched a charge! Ten thousand beasts galloped and stepped on the billowing smoke and dust.

"All the soldiers listen to the order!

Whoosh!

As the general's words fell, a thousand sharp arrows shot into the sky in unison.

The rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun also made the charging legions of the Holy Beast Empire secretly startled, and they raised the round shields on their hands one after another, trying to block the attack of the sharp arrows.

Poof!

The sharp arrow passed through mercilessly, and the body of the cavalry was brought out of a pale blue figure.

One arrow, the soul is out of the body!

The pierced body immediately went limp, and the mount stopped after a few steps of running.

"Disperse! evade!" the commander of the Holy Beast Empire shouted as he didn't seem to panic, although this round of random shooting caused hundreds of soldiers to fall, but this was only a drop in the bucket for the entire legion, and it had no effect in the slightest.

The commander on the small sand slope looked at the city wall in the distance, and there was a hint of longing in his eyes, which was the yearning for battle.

"Yan Jiajun, this time I want to see who else can protect you!"

"Welcome to the Redeemer!"

Dozens of Yan family members bowed to the ground, and the reverent voice resounded so that Han Ling and Xuan'er didn't know how to react.

"It's the redeemer again......" Han Ling said suspiciously, what was going on with this inexplicable title.

After a few moments, the soldiers slowly got up.

"I am the deputy general of Linyang Guard, Yanmu, please come with us. A more flamboyantly dressed soldier stepped forward and said.

"What's going on, you ......"

"The two of you left Linyang Capital with us first, it is no accident that you can enter the ruins guarded by the Yan family, perhaps, you can lift the thousand-year-old seal here and let the soldiers rest in peace. As he spoke, Yan Mu beckoned the two of them to follow.

Han Ling was embarrassed when he heard this, isn't this consistent with what the headless fierce spirit said? It's just that his pace didn't stop, but he pulled Xuan'er to follow.

"What the hell is going on here...... The headless spirit just now ......"

"Naturally, they came to life because of the breath of the living, and in front of them were the scouts of the Holy Beast Empire, whose mission was to kill important people. Later, the dozens were awakened by the humans who had stepped here before, but all of them died. ”

"But the strength of that headless fierce spirit is not strong. ”

"Yes, he is on par with the Awakener, but the important thing is that they are in soul form, and normal attacks are ineffective against them. Before his death, the head of the family said that after a thousand years, those who defeat the evil spirit can enter the main hall of Yang Tiancheng, and if they can untie the shackles, at that time, the responsibility of our Yan family general to protect will be over. ”

When Yan Mu said this, the two of them understood, if they didn't have the love of the Holy Moon on their bodies, then maybe they wouldn't be so easy to deal with the headless fierce spirit. The duty of protection, can the appearance of the redeemer make them no longer shelter the Wasted North County?

"What we are guarding is not the Desolate Northern Region, and that is the real reason why the Holy Beast Empire wants to capture Yang Tiancheng. Yan Mu seemed to guess the thoughts of the two, and said: "The two of you come with me, I hope that you can end the responsibility of guarding the Yan family for ten thousand years, so that the souls in this ruins can rest in peace." I'm about to leave Linyangdu, please be careful. ”

"Is it Yantian City next?"

"There's still some way to go...... If Linyang is the first real battlefield in the war, then the next road to blood is the first real cemetery, where at least hundreds of thousands of corpses are buried. ”

Squeak –

With General Yanmu's words, dozens of soldiers in front slowly pushed the gate open.

On the horizon, there was a blood-stained sunset, and the light shone through the clouds on the stone pavement, reflecting it extremely red. In the distance, there is a dark red desert, and only at the edge can I see a trace of the shadow of the mountains. The fishy wind blew in the moment the gate opened, rolling the yellow sand, carrying a bone-chilling chill, giving the scene a touch of desolate and icy beauty.

"The way it looks here hasn't changed in a thousand years, okay, keep up, don't hesitate. Seeing the blood road, Yan Mu said a little gloomily.

After moving forward quickly for a while, I saw that corpses began to appear next to the bloody road, and the deeper I went, the more corpses there were. And the body that had long been dried up looked extremely strange under the reflection of the blood-red sky.

The sand and gravel drifted in the wind, and many corpses were buried and blown out, and the blood road was indeed a complete cemetery as Yanmu said.

"The corpses here ......," Xuan'er said with a frown.

In the Linyang Capital, the dead people are all bones left, but the people here seem to still have flesh and blood.

"Smack...... ......Suddenly, abrupt and heavy footsteps sounded behind everyone, very neat. At the same time, the sand pile on the side of the road actually began to wriggle, and from a distance, it seemed as if the entire desert was moving. For a while, the whole sky darkened, and the yellow sand was swept into the air by the fishy wind, covering the sky and avoiding the sun.

Just when Han Ling and Xuan'er felt that their scalps were numb, countless rotten hands stretched out from the yellow sand on the side of the road, and a few of them broke stone slabs, stretched out from the middle of the road, and grabbed the two of them directly, but the hand that was stretched out just now was cut off by those fellow soldiers, and a strong smell of corpses also spread at this time.

"They're coming, go away. Yan Mu spoke, but the speed of his progress did slow down slightly.

"What about you. ”

"Stop them for a while, and you can quickly go to Yantian City. The number of dead bodies here is staggering, and your breath of the living will bring them all back to life, and the number of them cannot be destroyed by man. Yan Mu's expression was very solemn, and with a swing of his spear, he cut off the heads of dozens of dead corpses.

"Xuan'er, let's go!"

Han Ling didn't hesitate at all, and immediately shot out with Xuan'er, he vaguely felt that his qi and blood were a little tumbling, which made him feel very bad. Xuan'er sensed something strange about Han Ling, and urged the Netherworld Power to follow.

Whew-

Han Ling took a deep breath, and a black sickle appeared in his hand. At that moment, Han Ling only felt that his whole body tightened, and the power of the Netherworld had a faint tendency to stop flowing, but he naturally didn't care about this, and spun his battle scythe, severing the stump that was constantly sticking out of the ground in front of him.

Although the Netherworld Weapon in Han Ling's hand did not have a trace of Netherworld Power fluctuations, the sharpness of its outer scythe was too amazing, and those stumps had already flown to the side before they had been completely touched.

The corpses had already surrounded them, and the bloody path had been blocked by the rotting body in an instant.

Snort!

In the dense figure, two rays of light moved forward rapidly, unmatched, and everywhere they passed, the severed limbs and skulls were all flying together. At this time, both of them had blood stains on their bodies.

Han Ling's face was a little pale, he clenched the black mang battle scythe, the handle of the scythe was stained with blood, the red blood was definitely not something that those dead corpses could have, it was his own.

Drip.

Han Ling spared no effort to wield the battle scythe, and in his palm, blood seeped out again.

However, what Han Ling didn't notice was that the Black Mang Battle Scythe seemed to be devouring his blood, and not only that, the drop of blood actually made those dead corpses take a few steps back.

"Brother Han Ling......" Xuan'er naturally felt that something was wrong, but the current situation did not allow her to think too much, she could only swing the long sword harder.

Another scythe was swung out, and the heads of the dead corpses within a few meters in front of him flew away, and the blood in Han Ling's hands also spilled out together, splashing on those dead corpses.

Hisss hiss!

The moment Han Ling's blood landed on the dead corpse, a gray glow erupted, and the gray glow spread, instantly causing the corpses within a radius of dozens of meters around him to stop moving. Then, an amazing scene happened - the dead bodies were slowly kneeling.

However, Han Ling ignored them in the slightest.

The gray power of the netherworld enveloped him, wielding his scythe, and advancing like a bamboo.

Directly in front, those dead bodies fell down one after another, and the dead corpses on the side no longer surrounded them, so that Han Ling and Xuan'er moved forward several times faster than before.

"What's wrong with them. Xuan'er wondered how the dead corpse could suddenly behave like this.

But Han Ling didn't answer her, Han Ling at this time was like a killer, there was no mercy in his eyes, even those dead corpses kneeling in front of him, he ruthlessly waved his war sickle and slashed at its bare neck.

Dozens of minutes later, Han Ling took Xuan'er to the front of Yantian City.

It was a well-preserved city, and the walls were not badly damaged, but wherever there were any cracks, they were all huge holes or deep pits. This is the decisive arena of the masters.

But Xuan'er didn't have time to be surprised by this, after the two arrived, Han Ling's appearance was what worried him the most.

At this moment, Han Ling's face was pale and covered in blood, and he felt a trace of weakness when he put away the black mang battle sickle. Xuan'er immediately supported Han Ling, and after resting for a while, Han Ling regained a trace of blood.

"Just ......" Thinking of the cold killing feeling just now, Han Ling said with some fear.

"How are you. ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just ...... Some have lost too much blood. Han Ling couldn't help but shake his somewhat weak hand, "This black mang battle scythe seems to be a little strange. ”

"I don't feel the power of the Netherworld, but it's powerful. ”

"Well, that's just the strength of the scythe. However, what I find odd about it is that it seems to be bloodthirsty. ”

"Bloodthirsty!?"

If it weren't for the strange battle scythe, Han Ling would definitely summon it for Xuan'er to see.

"Well, he seems to be missing the Stygian Pattern. ”.

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