Chapter 329: The Cardinal

Moreover, my guardian is to die!"

Ye Wuya said, and lightly pulled out the sword on Gongming Shi's body.

Gongming Shi didn't have a particularly big reaction, maybe for him, death was actually a relief.

"That's it, I didn't want to live anymore, do you say that people will really go to the underworld after they die?"

Komeito asked, looking at the dim sky.

Ye Wuya thought for a while, "Maybe, maybe not, since there are no immortals, naturally there will be no underworld." If it's dead, it may really dissipate. ”

Until now, there is no way to determine whether people are really reincarnated.

Although he has the memory of another person, he has no way to verify whether he is him or himself.

Who will use death to verify whether there is reincarnation, even if there is really a reincarnation, only those who have died know it.

"It's a pity that I don't have time to witness your 'protection'. ”

Gongming Shi said lightly: "Du Wei has already sent the news back to the Youth League that has just been formed." I'm almost sending someone over. ”

"Du Wei is not dead?"

Ye Wuya asked with a frown.

"Dead"

A weak voice came out of Gongming Shi's mouth, and the whole person lost his life at this moment.

If there really is an underworld, presumably he will find news of his wife in the underworld.

casually made a big hole next to it and threw Komeito Ten into it.

After being buried, Ye Wuya cut a boulder next to him into a stone tablet and engraved the name of Gongmei Shi.

The day went by.

As soon as the sky was bright, there was a dense spaceship at the end of the sky, and flags appeared above each spaceship, with the word Qingmeng written on them.

The flag swayed in the wind.

Far away, the spaceships were full of monks.

Around the spaceship are monks flying with imperial objects.

Overwhelmed, there is quite a sense of déjà vu that black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it.

An army of hundreds of thousands of monks has finally arrived at Wanwuzhai!

But they didn't step into the blood.

Just stopped at the edge of the sea of blood.

At this time!

A figure slowly walked out of a small mountain near the pillar of blood in the center of the sea of blood.

This man has white hair and a black robe.

The hairband has fallen off at some point, and the white threads move with the wind.

Shake each other.

Alone, compared to the army of monks in a neat line, it was like an ant looking up at an elephant.

Youth League!

On the main battleship, a red-clothed monk looked faintly at the endless night standing in the sea of blood.

He said coldly: "You are the Heavenly Evil Sect monk who killed Du Wei?"

Ye Wuya was unmoved, and said cynically: "Before asking people, do you report to your home first? ”

"Hmph, what is there to talk about with the demon of the Heavenly Evil Sect," the red-clothed monk looked at Ye Wuya coldly, and said: "I didn't expect the demon of the Heavenly Evil Sect to practice demon skills here, and wash hundreds of thousands of monks in blood, today, the 100,000 army of my Youth League is coming, how can you stop it alone!"

"Hehe, who told you I was alone?"

Nightless sneered calmly.

"Where is the sword slave!"

"The subordinates are here!"

Seven people flew over from the other directions of the sea of blood.

"Where is the army of the undead?"

Ye Wuya then snorted coldly.

The originally calm sea of blood suddenly began to boil.

Skeletal shelves emerge from the sea of blood.

There is no end in sight to the dense crowd.

As soon as the skeleton shelf appeared, a yin wind suddenly blew in the whole world.

Even outside the sea of blood, he was staggered by this sudden wind, and hurriedly transported his cultivation to resist.

A complete roar rang out from the entire sea of blood!

"The subordinates are here!"

The night was endless and he looked at the cardinal on the largest battleship.

"Do you still think I'm alone?"

Ye Wuya asked lightly.

"Sideways, but Er'er!"

The red-clothed monk had a cold face, looking at the pillar of blood behind the army of the undead, with fear in his eyes.

The aura inside must have reached the same Heaven Snatching Realm realm realm as him, or even stronger, plus a large number of Heavenly Evil Sect monks in Qingzhou had made trouble before, so they didn't care about it here.

Now it looks like the demon inside is about to succeed.

Originally, the aura was much stronger than him, and if it succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In addition, after cultivating the Demon Skill, the strength of this demonic outer path will skyrocket!

The cardinal thought to himself, he couldn't wait, and if he waited any longer, he was afraid that the demons inside would succeed.

"Everyone, listen to orders!"

"Kill!"

The cardinal shouted coldly!

Hundreds of thousands of monks slaughtered them in the sea of blood.

Countless divine lights shone brightly, and all kinds of magic weapons came out together.

Flying swords, flying knives, copper drums, compasses, and a series of magic weapons such as large bells were brilliant at this moment, completely illuminating the gray sky.

"Kill!"

Ye Wuya only spit out one word, and the dense white bones rushed up with a sword in hand.

Fearless to death!

All sorts of breaths are raging.

A huge bell trembled and sounded: "Weng".

Ripples of energy spread, instantly crushing the white bones in the front row.

The six sword slaves held the emperor-level magic weapon given by Ye Wuya, and slashed out with a sword, and suddenly six majestic and boundless sword qi were horizontal, and six blood paths appeared on the side of the monk army of the Youth League.

Stumps and broken arms, blood splattered.

Most of the monks were already in ashes before they could scream.

Ye Wuya calmly took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked at all this with an ornamental gaze.

The same cardinal on the opposite side was also observing.

These armies of the undead are only half the strength of the living before they died.

But they did not suffer, only the orders of their masters.

Soon, the Cardinal noticed that something was wrong.

The casualties of the army of the undead can be said to be very large, but they have not decreased, and the number is still increasing faintly.

And more and more.

At this time, the cardinal found out that after the army of the undead was shattered, it fell into the sea of blood, and then it would be automatically repaired, and it would soon be able to participate in the battle again.

It can be said that it is like not being able to die.

"Are you finally going to make a move?"

The night is endless, smoking and muttering.

The cardinal walked up into the air step by step, and a reddish war knife appeared in the cardinal's hand.

At a glance, Ye Wuyan saw the purpose of the Cardinal.

"It seems that he found out what the problem was so quickly. ”

Ye Wuya murmured softly and slowly stepped forward.

Naturally, he won't let him destroy the army of the undead so easily.

The man in red raised the war knife in his hand, and looked indifferently in the direction of the night.

He shouted coldly: "The fire is burning the plain!"

With a sound of "Maple", the war knife in the hand of the man in red instantly turned red, and a stream of flames erupted from the war knife, followed by a knife that slashed out at the densest place of the undead army.