Corpses.

A race with ancient legends in the wilderness of mountains and seas.

It is also a group that makes all the tribes gnash their teeth when they hear it, and they can't wait to bulldoze it.

Dig up the grave and dig up the corpse, dig up the ancestral grave.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan saw that in the distance of the great river of space, nearly a hundred figures were standing, silently, like messengers coming out of the netherworld, suspended in the void, exuding coldness.

They are trying to control the corpse.

One by one, the illusory silk threads were nailed to the corpses of the gods, and the other side was grasped in the hands of many corpse warriors in the distance.

Some of the warriors of these corpse clans held an illusory silk thread in their hands, and some held more than a dozen of them, ranging in number, like stringers who manipulated puppets.

Yes, at this moment, these warriors of the Blood Clan, the Holy Clan, the Human Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Spirit Clan, they all have the same name, the Corpse Clan.

This is the fallen king of all races, brought back to the corpse land by the corpse clan, and a new will was conceived from the body of the fallen king, becoming a new warrior, and the past dissolved, leaving only the will belonging to the corpse clan.

Qing Yanghuan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the hundreds of figures standing in the gusts of yin wind, the cold aura almost frozen the entire void.

Every figure is more than these eyes, and there is a strong dead aura flowing from its body, and it has even accumulated into a rich pool of decay and water, surrounding it.

None of these figures are lower than the realm of kings, as for what kind of realm they are in, he is a little uncertain, and they are as cold as ice lumps.

Even in front of the hundreds of corpses, there were two huge figures wrapped in black gas.

Corpse Emperor.

Two corpse emperors, one hundred and eight corpse kings of various realms.

They are trying to control the corpse of the gods.

The strength of the corpse clan in the heavens is not the top, but it is also a first-class existence, and legend has it that there was no corpse clan at the beginning of the ancient era.

However, a fallen god emperor buried in the heavens and the earth, who did not know why, was psychic, and was reborn from death, opening the legend of the second life.

However, this second life has no connection with the first life, and the connection between the two lives has been severed.

This is the corpse emperor of the first generation of the corpse clan.

However, in this era of time, there has been no emperor born in the corpse clan for a long time, but the heavens and all the clans are very cautious about the corpse clan.

Because no one knows which day in the future, there will be a corpse emperor who will come out of the ground, and it is impossible to predict which clan of ancestors and emperors will be channeled by these corpses buried in the ground.

And at this moment, Qingyang Huan saw something.

The corpse clan seems to be unable to wait for a fallen emperor in a certain imperial tomb in heaven and earth to be reborn in the second life, and they want to control a divine corpse by themselves.

"Bad luck and bad luck, farting hits the heel. ”

Secretly scolded in his heart, Qingyang Huan was about to flee in the next moment, and the hundreds of corpse kings under the control of the two corpse emperors had obviously formed a formation, otherwise they would not dare to touch the majesty of the god corpse.

"You can't see me. ”

There were ripples in the spiritual world, and he couldn't intervene in such a scene, and he slipped away.

However, Ah Huan's self-soothing spell was invalid this time.

"Sacrifice!"

In an instant, a cold voice sounded, making Qing Yanghuan suddenly feel that his and his battle spirit had a feeling of being invisibly bound.

"Damn. ”

It is really a person walking by the river, and the disaster comes from the corpse, and suddenly in the spiritual world of Qingyang Huan, the five reincarnation doors rang in unison, and the blue light was sheng, and his battle spirit was bathed in the reincarnation blue light, and black smoke floated out from the war soul.

Corpse gas.

The kings of the corpse clan are going to take him and sacrifice the corpse of the god alive.

Obviously, the corpse emperor and corpse king of this group of corpse clans dragged the god corpse along the river with illusory silk threads, just looking for a lone person like him to sacrifice the god corpse with blood.

It is not so easy to control the divine corpse, and they have been wandering outside the space like this, and the time is not short.

was first asked for directions, and now he is being treated as a sacrifice for no reason, which makes Qingyang Huan very annoyed.

His eyes glanced at the void, looking in the direction of the corpse clan's array, these corpse clan powerhouses, pulling the god corpse, right now I just don't know if I can get out of my hand.

His eyes fell on the two corpse emperors at the front, if these two guys could get out of their hands, he wouldn't stop at all now, and quickly ran.

In the end, the two corpse emperors who felt as silent as fossils did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he was secretly relieved in his heart.

If you want to control the divine corpse, how can it be so simple, the corpse clan is afraid that it has exhausted most of its clan strength to make up such a formation, and it has also fallen into such a stalemate, and has to find the life of the god corpse.

"Sacrifice!"

At this moment, a soul-like voice sounded in the corpse clan's great array again, making Qingyang Huan's blood and qi have an urge to rush out of the body and crash towards the god corpse.

Boom!

The next moment, Qingyang Huan crossed the space river and headed towards the corpse clan's great array.

Of course, he chose to bypass the two corpse emperors at the front and approach the corpse clan formation from the other side.

It's really like there's no anger.

Boom!

On the right side of the corpse clan's large array, a king from the human race in a row suddenly turned like a zombie, and his head kept turning in the direction of Qingyang Huan's movements.

The birth of the corpse clan with the fallen king of the human race also made Qingyang Huan's eyes reveal murderous intent.

Leaving a trace of fluctuation to pay attention to the two corpse emperors in the front, Qingyang Huan fell his eyes on this human race king.

It's a pity that he is now a corpse clan and has given birth to a corpse spirit.

Under the shell of the human race, it is no longer the soul of the human race.

If this king knew that he had turned into a corpse clan before his death, he didn't know what kind of dare he would have.

Naturally, he would not be so happy, and he would even regret why he wanted to keep the king's body.

Boom!

A black shadow bumped into Qingyang Huan without the slightest warning, and seeing that the Terran Corpse King took the lead, he struck with his fist.

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron resonating, the Terran Corpse King retreated, and purple flames erupted from Qingyang Huan's fist, melting the cold chill.

The corpse king's body was like ice, as strong as a god's golden iron bones, and there was not the slightest trace of collision.

"Give your life and sacrifice to the great corpse god. ”

The sound of mechanical rigidity sounded, and the corners of the Terran Corpse King's mouth surged, and his body stiffened.

The corpse god and the god corpse, the same two words, but different combinations, made Qingyang Huan's eyes show solemnity.

If the corpse clan really brought this divine corpse back to the corpse realm, then the strength of the corpse clan would inevitably reach a terrifying realm, and he didn't know what terrifying realm this divine corpse had reached during his lifetime.

The combat power is comparable to that of the emperor, and he still entered the realm of the Nine Turns of Sainthood.

However, even if it is a half-saint, even if it is weaker than the realm of the Heavenly Emperor Dao, for the corpse clan, it represents the rise.

The corpse clan belongs to the dark race of the heavens, and in this corpse king array alone, there are no less than three human race kings, which naturally makes Qingyang Huan's eyes make a choice.

Kill these corpse kings, that's pure.

But the destruction of the Great Array can be tried right now.

The corpse clan is strong, do you want to let them dig up the royal body of the human king, or even the emperor's body.

When no one wanted to sacrifice to the ancestors, suddenly the tomb cracked, and an ancestor who was full of corpse qi did it, cracked his big mouth and smiled, grabbed his descendants as a snack, clicked and ate, then ate it dry, and jumped to the corpse world.

It's panicked to think about.

Bang!

The next moment, Qing Yang Huan and the Terran Corpse King kept colliding, but his fist, which was enough to kill the powerful combat power king with one punch, fell on the Terran Corpse King, like a massage and beating his shoulders.

In the dimness, the two shadows kept falling like meteors, and with each blow he knocked the Terran Corpse King into the depths of nothingness, but then the Corpse King came back as if he was floating.

And on the body of the Terran corpse king, there is no trace of being bombarded, and he is still alive.

He noticed that the Terran Corpse King held three illusory silk threads in his hands, which were connected with the many Corpse Kings in the Corpse King's Great Array.

The power of each of his blows was dispersed along the three illusory silk threads into the Corpse King Great Array, and even on the connected divine corpses, dissolving completely.

How can this be beaten.

He seemed to be fighting with a Terran corpse king, but in fact he was fighting with the entire corpse clan's entire array, no wonder the corpse emperor standing there didn't move a bit.

This silent breath is simply mocking him for not being able to measure himself.

The light of his eyes fell on the illusory silk thread held in the hands of the Terran Corpse King, and only by cutting these three illusory silk threads could the Terran Corpse King break away from the great array, and even destroy the corpse array.

He is naturally not a good person, and if he wants to rescue the god corpse of the god race, if he hadn't encountered such a maggot like a tarsal bone, he wouldn't have bothered to care.

It's best for the gods to fight back, and it's better to die together.

All he had to do was to break the balance between the Corpse King Array and the Divine Corpse.

Whoa!

However, in the next moment, three sounds of breaking through the air sounded, like thunder and roaring, and two more figures in the corpse king's great array turned into streamers and attacked him together.

Boom!

Facing the three corpse kings who attacked, a divine light in Qingyang Huan's hand stirred the heavens and the earth, the sword sounded loudly, and a divine sword bigger than him was held in his hand.

Juque Excalibur.

At the beginning, the trophies left behind by the Hanging Mountain, he felt that the entangled silk threads exuded a non-existent divinity, obviously the corpse clan was in the process of transforming the corpse, and the corpse was also quietly transforming the corpse king.

Boom!

Swordsmanship, he won't.

But he would,

Chop!

Holding the giant sword the size of a zhang, he faced the three corpse kings who attacked, and slashed them into the depths of nothingness.

Boom!

Then the next moment, Qingyang Huan walked towards the Terran corpse king who was split, he was split by the giant sword, and the illusory silk thread that was naturally pulled in his hand was stretched.

Qing Yanghuan held the divine sword in both hands and slashed in the air.

Rumble!

In an instant, the divine light bloomed in the sky, thousands of gods danced wildly, and wisps of divine light burst out from the void of heaven and earth, vaguely illuminating the ancient Shenyue Tianque standing between heaven and earth, Ruiqi like a waterfall.

Bite.

A soft groan sounded, like a divine bead falling on a jade plate, clanging, and thousands of wisps of Ruixia merged with heaven and earth.

An illusory silk thread held in the hands of the Terran Corpse King was cut off by Qingyang Huan.