Click, click......

A series of light and heavy but calm and powerful footsteps sounded in the void battlefield, and then a group of ten people slowly walked slowly, as if sightseeing.

Brush!

A warrior in tattered armor and armed with a tattered weapon arched out of the dirt, startled by the sound.

As this figure walked out, more than thirty figures got up one after another, most of them had tattered bodies, rotten armor, weapons in their hands had been reduced to broken copper and iron, and even a few of them did not even have their bodies, only half an arm or a leg remained.

This is the heroic spirit on the battlefield, the immortal will to support their bodies have not decayed, but under the traction of a certain will in the underworld, they were invaded by the breath of death, and finally turned into immortal zombies, not within the five elements, not in the six realms, seemingly immortal but actually suffering from eternity.

They have lost their former souls, and what supports them at this time is nothing more than obsession, bloodthirsty and violent, infinite power, and only knowing that killing can never give birth to wisdom again.

These zombies are completely different from the zombies that Ji Changkong saw in the small world of the Heroic Spirit, the zombies in the small world of the Heroic Spirit are just using the essence of the sun and the moon and the underground yin veins to refine the body, and then a new soul is born in the original body, although there are some characteristics of zombies, it can be said that it is actually a new race.

The most obvious thing is that they have a longevity limit, they can't be immortal and indestructible like real zombies, and they can give birth to real spiritual intelligence, called corpse kings, they can practice, and they can even live with ordinary people without revealing anything special, and they are also human races in a certain way.

But the human race here is completely different, there is no intelligence, bloodthirsty and crazy, immortal and immortal, full of resentment, and from the beginning of its birth, unless it is destroyed by external forces, it will never rest in peace.

Their strength is generally similar to that of their lives, or even slightly better, and as time goes by, the death aura will become more and more intense, and their strength will increase, but they will never practice, and the same is true for the zombies that have one day born comparable to the flesh of a saint, how sad.

The soul is imprisoned in a rotten body, it will be sad but cannot shed tears, it can see but cannot control it, and the instinct allows them to kill even those closest to them.

I'm afraid no one wants this kind of immortality, they are pathetic people, but also respectable people, in order to defeat the demon race and protect the human race's obsession will last forever, but now, the human race no longer needs them, they have become monsters, monsters, and even the executioners of the human race.

How pathetic, how desolate!

Roar!

The zombies led by him let out a muffled roar, and then the dozens of zombies formed a battle formation driven by some instinct, which was the battle array that the ancient human race was good at.

Even the instinct of dying engraved in the soul of the body has not changed, it is obvious that the leading zombie is a leader, and the dozens of zombies behind him are the ones who have luckily saved their bodies and turned into zombies, their remaining instinct may be to hold their ground and never give up, if not, they will not show up because of the arrival of Ji Changkong and others.

In fact, the strength of this zombie is not strong, maybe for Ji Changkong, the zombies in the realm of heaven and man are terrifying, but for the nine ancestors, this zombie is just an ant that can be destroyed at the snap of a finger.

According to the scale of the Terran Legion in the ancient era, a cultivator of the Celestial Realm commanded at least 100,000 Terran warriors, that is to say, the commander in front of him was a strong man of the Celestial Realm, and a full 100,000 warriors under his command fell on this land less than ten kilometers away.

The nine Ancestors were silent, just faintly looking at the Commander's incessant roar, they were standing at the border, and they had not yet fully entered the defensive range that the Commander needed.

And because of this, the zombie leader did not attack, but just watched with fierce eyes, never retreating or advancing.

Ay!

After a long time, Yizu sighed, there was relief and sadness on his old face, the impression he had had been too deep in the previous war.

How similar they were to the commander in front of them back then, staying in their place facing the arrogant demon clan, wave after wave endless, the people around them died but the demon clan was still endless, and in the end they survived, while more people died.

Forty-nine kings, each with hundreds, if not thousands, of followers, but less than thirty survived after that great battle, and the others, including the forty-nine kings, died.

People who have not experienced that era can never imagine that kind of desolation, the people of the human race are withering, all the cultivators in the prime of life have died in battle, and there are very few human races who are over thirty years old, because those over thirty years old can easily cultivate to the realm of stepping into the void at that time.

touched the scene, and for a while, the nine old men were even stupid.

"First ancestor, they are the ancestors of the human race, please rest in peace," Ji Changkong sighed.

"Good!"

The first ancestor, that is, the old man who was the leader, sighed, and as soon as he pointed out, a hazy light swept across the scene, vaguely as if there were 100,000 soldiers fighting in it.

Roar, roar, roar......

This scene seems to wake up something, the zombies roared wildly, roaring, they have lost their minds and only have their instincts, it stands to reason that they can't sense anything, only obsession is still there, but under the means of an ancestor to go back to the world, it seems that time has gone back to remember something.

A drop of blood and tears flowed down the zombie's face, and the roar seemed to tell his unwillingness, and the dead zombies collapsed and disappeared into ashes in the blood and tears.

In the end, dozens of zombies all disappeared, and in a trance, Ji Changkong seemed to see dozens of Terran warriors in the void saluting him respectfully, and then they followed hundreds of thousands of warriors away, fluttering and staggering, and finally disappeared into the infinite depths without a trace.

All the way, Ji Changkong bowed and saluted from the heart.

"Let's go," several old men nodded with satisfaction when they saw this scene, they were the followers of the forty-nine kings, and Ji Changkong was their inheritor, they were Ji Changkong's protectors.

Protectors, generally in order to ensure that their own geniuses can grow up guardians, and geniuses are prosperous, unable to give up, guarding the growth of the objects they protect when they are weak and even give their lives for them, many times, the guardians are not far behind their parents.

If they can survive forever, with their protection, Ji Changkong is afraid that it will be smooth sailing in the future, even if it is immortal, he will give in, and he will not dare to make a move against him.

But unfortunately, their longevity is numbered, and unless they can go further after such a long time, they will definitely die.

Even if you don't make a move, you won't be able to wait long without using your mana, there is no way, the price to pay for being able to sleep back then is too great, even if they are all peerless geniuses who have been the least seen in the past, they may not be able to break through, the hope is too slim, and it is almost impossible for a miracle to happen.

These nine ancestors, every genius Cheng Dù back then was probably no less than Ji Changkong, and the adventures were not necessarily less than him, but if Ji Changkong was put in their position, he would not have the slightest confidence to break through the shackles.

This is not only because of the damage of the secret method and so on, but more importantly, the hearts of the nine ancestors are dead, they just want the followers of the forty-nine kings to leave, and they are sleeping down just for this wish, hoping to see the forty-nine kings return again or their inheritors appear.

In other words, they have given up any idea of a breakthrough and are bent on fulfilling their obsession, so how can they go further?

Countless heroic souls have been killed in the ancient battlefield, and along the way, there are not a few zombies like the one just now, but they are not as terrifying and powerful as before.

The nine ancestors have traveled all the way and whenever they encounter such zombies, they will use their supreme mana to exceed, although they know that this will deplete themselves, so that Shouyuan will be reduced, but they are not stingy at all, for them, these are former comrades-in-arms, and it is completely appropriate to do so.

This ancient battlefield is so huge, and there are only a very few people who can surpass it, and along the way, most of Ji Changkong is silently and silently comprehending the surroundings.

In the battlefield, the avenue collapsed, and the essence was gone, but countless patterns and other remnants were extremely dangerous.

And with the support of the nine ancestors, he can be called unscrupulous at this time, he can be consulted at will, referring to the previous inheritance and the battlefield in front of him, plus the nine ancestor-level antiques have to answer questions, in a short period of time, Ji Changkong's accumulation in all aspects has skyrocketed, and his cultivation has risen sharply.

In the end, he was a Cunzài who had participated in that terrible war, and he was well-informed, and his understanding of cultivation had reached a certain level.

In such an environment, it was not too lonely for everyone to come all the way, but what they saw and heard on the battlefield made the extremely old ancestor a little moved.

The purpose of sealing the battlefield was to prevent the birth of terrifying evil spirits, but now it seems that the seal has failed.

Zombies can actually be regarded as a kind of evil spirit, but they are relatively weak, but if it is the evil spirit born after the fall of countless living beings, it is a disaster, how many living beings have fallen in the battlefield, it is countless, even if it is only one in a hundred million resentments, it is terrifying and incredible.

For the time being, everyone has not encountered such a terrifying existence, but the slightly weaker ones have already seen some, and there is even an evil ghost occupying the body of a zombie to attack everyone, and at that time, it was the Nine Ancestors who personally killed it.

This shows the power of this evil spirit!

After all, the Nine Ancestors and the others are all characters who have been killed in ancient times, they are all figures above the ancestors, and they are the most pinnacle figures among the ancestors, no matter which aspect they have already stepped on, unless they set foot in the realm of sub-saints or saints, it is almost impossible to enter, but even so, the Nine Ancestors have to use weapons to kill them in a big battle.

This is worth shocking, to put it bluntly, these old antiques are all heritage, the heritage of the human race, any person who comes out is enough to fight against five or more ancestors of the same realm, and it is not impossible to kill the ancestors of the same realm even if they are one-on-one.

Such a strong character still needs to use real skills to kill the evil spirit, you can imagine the horror of the evil spirit, although this is also because of their special reasons, but the combat power is probably not less than the king, and this is just this small direction, the battlefield is so big, who knows if there will be an indescribable existence zài.

If there really is such a being, it will be a disaster, once born, the life will be ruined, and the saint will not be able to fight against it. R1058