In the core of the former Jin Forbidden Land, in the middle of a large pit with a diameter of more than a million miles, the lair that Jiao Yin and others brought to this side of the world has fallen into the ground for more than ten million miles. The black chains burned with black flames, frantically drilling into the surrounding rock formations, frantically extracting the surrounding leyline spirit essence and various minerals.

On the surface of the nest with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles, densely packed like a honeycomb, the size of a mile and a small circumference, there are constantly dark warriors of the Underworld Clan who are covered with a layer of wet and slimy mucus crawling out with difficulty.

When these warriors of the Underworld Clan had just come out of their lair, their aura was extremely weak, probably inferior to even ordinary Shelter Realm monks.

They stood on the surface of the nest, waiting for the turbulent wind around them to dry the mucus on their bodies, and their aura strengthened little by little, constantly breaking through, gradually breaking through all the way from the Peaceful Realm to the Destiny Realm and even higher.

If you look closely, these warriors of the Horn Clan who are standing on the surface of the nest have a thin transparent hose like an umbilical cord connected to the nest. Streams of black, viscous juice shimmered with a blinding glow, pouring through the transparent hose into their bodies.

The more mucus they infuse, the stronger their aura becomes.

When their aura increased to a certain level, these transparent hoses fell off one after another, retracting into their nests, and these eyes flashed with a scarlet glow, and there was no wisdom to speak of, only the pure beastly instinct of the Underhorn warriors hissed and howled and flew into the sky, bouncing down the walls of the large pit around them towards the ground.

Every day, hundreds of millions of newborn Stygian warriors are born from their lair.

The longer the time dragged on, the more new Stygian warriors numbered, and the stronger they became.

Every day, a varying number of Underhorn warriors rushed in all directions, only to be shattered by the chaos fire crossbows in the sky, causing heavy losses.

If you calculate carefully, you will know that the warriors of the Stygian Horn clan who have lost these are less than a tenth of the new warriors created every day.

At least ninety percent of the newly created warriors were hidden in this murky black void, and except for a few high-ranking members of the Stygian Horn Clan, no one knew how much military power they had hidden.

Sneaking down a dark hole into the nest of the Underworld, following the crooked and strangely structured path that resembles the intestinal tissue of a creature, traveling tens of thousands of miles away, a huge chamber with a strange black and red glow constantly coming out.

This is a huge chamber similar to a human sub-palace, with a radius of hundreds of miles, and countless warriors of the Underworld Horn Clan, who have a little bit of beetle characteristics on their bodies, but look almost the same as humans overall, gather here, quietly guarding the two huge black meat cocoons in the center.

Compared to the newly created Stygian Warriors outside, the warriors here were more powerful, their aura was more powerful, and the scarlet glow in their eyes clearly carried the aura unique to intelligent creatures, not those low-level creatures who only knew how to kill and devour.

Two meat cocoons in the middle of the chamber hung in the air, dozens of arm-thick translucent hoses were injected into them, and a large amount of high-temperature black juice was constantly injected into them.

Through the translucent flesh cocoon wall, you can see two figures inside, a man and a woman.

Among them, the man is General Jiao, and the woman is Ying Xiuer!

Ying Xiu'er in the cocoon is about a foot tall, thin and tall, and her body is covered with a layer of moist black cuticle, which is full of a strange and evil beauty, and is also full of a strange sense of power.

Her long hair was gone, and her scalp was covered with thousands of long, thick and hard thorns, the black thorns shone with a faint light, like sharp horns made of crystal.

Her face squirmed, hideous and twisted, full of struggle.

Occasionally, she would open her eyes, and their scarlet eyes would be chaotic and cloudy, and their eyes would roll rapidly from time to time, as if they were in a nightmare.

The other horned general in the meat cocoon had a flat face, he was quietly suspended in the viscous dark red juice, and every muscle on his body was slowly squirming, constantly absorbing the violent energy in the dark red juice, and quickly recovering his strength.

was attacked by the rat master, the body collapsed, and the soul was swallowed, but only a wisp of the spirit in Ying Xiu'er's soul was preserved.

General Horn is a man who has died once, borrowing the powerful power of this lair, he has recreated a perfect body, and borrowed countless devoured monk souls to restore his wisp of spirit, even stronger and purer than the original divine soul.

The Horns are such a terrifying race.

As long as there are enough resources for them to devour, even if there is only one cell left, they can quickly recover their vitality.

"Xiu'er!" General Jiao's voice suddenly sounded in the chamber, "This time, it was the fault of the horns, their reckless impact, although they destroyed the resistance of those natives, but also killed all your people. ”

"Even you, your flesh is ruined. General Horn sighed: "What a beautiful body it was, it's a pity to be destroyed like this...... But don't worry, I've had the corpses of your people collected. ”

"It won't be long before I use the remains of their corpses as materials, and I will help you recreate a group of clansmen with your Great Qin bloodline. Of course, not only do they have the bloodline of your Great Qin, they are also members of our Underworld Horn Clan. ”

Ying Xiu'er's eyes suddenly spurted out two crazy blood lights, and she sneered and said, "Yes, yes, dead, all dead...... Are these recreated clansmen still my clansmen? Haha, it's all their fault, it's all their fault!"

Ying Xiu'er's slender ten fingers clenched into perfection, and she hissed and roared: "They ruined Daqin, I will destroy them." Daqin is finished, they must also accompany the funeral! Hey, let me have a good time with them. ”

With Ying Xiu'er's scream, countless warriors of the Underworld Horn Clan rioted on the land and earth, and they divided a part of their men and began to assault Luo'er once again to borrow the defense line laid by those remnant war puppets.

So the Chaos Fire Crossbow continued to bombard, and the earth was blown up into large pits with a diameter of more than ten miles, countless flesh and blood flew sideways, and a large group of Stygian warriors were blown to pieces, and the corpses and remains were dragged back by other Stygian warriors for recycling.

"Hehe, the people who command these monks, have they become more powerful these days?"

"From the beginning of the helplessness, I actually became calm and composed, and my ability to control the situation of the battle has improved at least several times. ”

"However, it's not enough, war, especially such a war, is not something you can learn as a rookie!"

Ying Xiu'er sneered, and she said in a low voice, "Lord Dao, what do you say?"

A man nearly two feet high, with forty-nine treasure wheels behind him slowly spinning, and a breath as vast as the sun, quietly appeared in the chamber.

A deep, deep, inexplicably majestic voice shook the chamber.

"Join forces, perhaps, you still have a chance to defeat them. ”