In the shijie of the phantom wood porcelain plate, Feng Qinglang has accompanied the necromancer named Ribbit through many battles, they followed an undead monarch named Kerdodo, starting from the forbidden place of the ancient battlefield, breaking through the human holy light defense line, and going deep into the hinterland of human shijie, everywhere they went, the living beings were devastated, and the undead natural disaster became the black torrent of this era.

The canopy of the dead is like a giant hand of death, which always covers their heads, allowing them to fight day and night, stripping the souls of those who go wherever they go, so that their bodies can also become new warriors and continue to fight.

Feng Qinglang couldn't tell the time clearly, maybe ten years had passed, or maybe twenty years had passed, but he knew that such a time passage and the time he was familiar with were two regular concepts.

After a long period of training, he can already perceive that the dangerous thinking line is there, and once that line is broken, the situation that the spiritual shijie will collapse, once after that line, he can think about the basic rules of this shijie, learn the weapon use and liliang use of this shijie.

Of course, in terms of manifestation, he is still just a relatively intelligent skeleton, the beloved toy of the necromancer named Rebit.

As Rebit's undead attendant, he watched the other party change from a middle-aged man to an old man now, his face was full of deep wrinkles, and there were signs of decay in some places......

He watched the other party go from an ordinary necromancer, to the commander-in-chief of the battlefield later, to the first time he ordered the slaughter of the city, and personally arranged the undead canopy......

He watched as the other party stabbed the black knife into the heart of his good friend Sellence in order to fight for a necromantic artifact, or did he order Feng Qinglang to deal with the aftermath and bury the necromancer who had witnessed his birth together......

With the gradual integration of the rules, Feng Qinglang felt that the dangerous thinking line had become weaker and weaker, and it would become nothingness at any time, and he understood that at that time, he would be able to think unscrupulously, understand who he was, and where it was

An ancient palace made of black crystall, extremely large in scale, in its main hall, Rebit looked at the gray sky in the distance of the gate, and did not say a word for a long time.

Feng Qinglang accompanied the other party to gaze, he was used to this, it was a very unique and gorgeous, called the canopy of the dead, as if there was always a pair of invisible hands outlining the gray smoke clouds, which could always form a dreamy picture, more abstract than sand paintings, like now, there were clusters of corals like many snowflakes fluttering and lingering.

Rubit stood up suddenly, he was already very old, especially the perennial undead aura accompanied by him, making him seem to have been drained of life, just a walking corpse in human form, he slowly walked to the outside of the main hall, and the undead guards lined up on both sides of the hall immediately knelt down in unison wherever he went.

Feng Qinglang was used to following him, and also followed him to the outside of the main hall.

On the platform outside the main hall is entrenched a huge bone dragon, which is the undead pet summoned by Rebit himself, Feng Qinglang vaguely remembers that Rebit was in a good mood for a few days because of this, but now, Rebit was just very impatient to face the bone dragon poking into his head, waved his sleeves, and the bone dragon swept up, rolled up a puff of dust, flew to the top of the main hall and entrenched, and returned to a lifeless entrenched state.

Rubit came to the edge of the fence at the end of the platform, and looked at the vast land under the canopy of the dead, on the black earth, there were dry streams, like wrinkles on his own forehead, recording the vicissitudes of time, the ruins of the ruined human aristocratic manor everywhere, completely lost their former prosperity and color, and could only protest silently, telling the glory of the past.

Rubit said slowly: "My life is coming to an end, I have to make a choice"

Feng Qinglang listened silently, over the years, he has long been used to this, he is the only person to confide in Ribit, he has learned the language of this shijie, and even secretly spoke to judge whether he can pronounce the accurate phonetic transcription, but in front of Ribit, he must shut up, he doesn't want to let himself go from a beloved toy to a beloved shiyan product.

Of course, Rebit didn't expect the skeleton next to him to say anything to him, he continued: "I can choose to become a lich, then my life will be much longer, but this is a risky choice, according to the experience of our ancestors, the success rate of the lich ritual is very low, it is a last resort......"

With his hands as dull as ghost claws, he tightly grasped the black crystal guardrail in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "So, I give priority to igniting the divine fire...... To ignite the divine fire, you need a fragment of the divine personality, our great commander, Lord Keldodo, he has come to the critical point of his life, he has the fragment of the divine personality in his hand, he also gives priority to igniting the divine fire, I, I don't want him to succeed in the ceremony of the ignition of the divine fire, I was selected as a guest, and I am actually a senior guard......"

Ribbit suddenly looked at Feng Qinglang, grabbed the guardrail with both hands even harder, and said fiercely: "Once there is a chance, I will choose to make a move, there must be no few people who have this idea, no matter what, the person who ignites the divine fire must be me, not Keldodo, or anyone else."

Eight imposing warrior stone sculptures, guarded on both sides of the avenue like knights, are the only ones that can prove the supreme glory of this once existing human dynasty, and everything else has been completely torn down and rebuilt by the great undead monarch Keldodo.

Including the sapphire paved avenue at the feet of Feng Qinglang and Rubbit, the bone dragon riding can only stay outside this road, and the dormitory of the great undead monarch is only allowed to enter on humble foot.

They walked on this glittering path, as if they were infinitely small existences, and Rubit completely put away his rebelliousness, his hands in his sleeves, like a dying old man, staggering, slowly walking towards the monarch's dormitory in the distance.

Feng Qinglang's weapon was also taken away, and he followed Rubbit half a step behind, and on his other side, another servant brought by Rubbit, a high-ranking undead knight, walked like a machine

The two undead guards, as the personal companions of Rubbit, received the supreme glory of becoming a god in the temple Keldodo.

The gray-red and dark two-color gate, covered with spikes, glittering green, has a fierce and hideous feeling, and the undead warriors in leather armor lined up on both sides of the gate, standing so straight that there is no doubt that they can stand until the moment of the end.

A large number of top-level undead creatures hovered on the roofs of various palaces, and there were several of them like bone dragons, and these undead creatures were all staring at Ribbit who walked into the palace group, and the other two undead guards behind them.

Rubbit's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he didn't feel these slightly hostile gazes at all, and just continued to walk slowly along the sapphire path.

No matter how long the road was, there would come an end when they finally stopped in front of a gray, desolate palace.