Chapter 557

"Master, I am a overlord here, but the city of darkness, which they cherish, is full of strong men, and there are many high-level undead. It is not easy for us to intervene."

The ghost led the way in front of him, sighed, and his eyes were full of light, envious and afraid of the dark city.

"The city of darkness is said to be the royal city built by the dark Council; others refute that before the dark Council's people came, they lived nearby; there are also legends that this city was built for the dead to live in. The city of darkness may have been built for the dead. The only thing I can confirm is that the undead will grow faster in the city. "

"It should be the intensity of aura and the effect of array?" Tang Chuan thought, according to what he had learned, explained to himself.

After listening to Tang Chuan's explanation, the ghost was just amazed. She had never heard of this explanation, but it was very reasonable. She also knows FA Zhen and aura, but she doesn't really touch it.

"According to the master, as long as you know the principle of the array, can we build a bigger and bigger city of darkness?" The ghost can not help looking forward to the saying that the soul goes up and the water flows to the lower place, but she has an upward heart.

Tang Chuan shakes his head. Things are not so simple. According to her, there are many undead in the city of darkness. Most of the strong ones have wisdom. It's OK to practice dark magic or study arrays. So rebuilding a dark city is not a big problem for the top dead. But is there a second city for the dead? The answer is No.

"It's not that simple." Tang Chuan looks at the black city wall gradually appearing on the horizon. On the wall, there are extremely small skeletons, zombies, ghosts, Black Knights, lichens, etc...

under the wall, there is a trace of vitality, endless yellow grass is trampled by wandering undead patrols, and they seem to be facing a great enemy.

"Human beings!"

The Black Knight yelled, and came out of the depression, riding a bony horse and carrying a black sword. His face was covered by a mask, showing a trace of cruelty and excitement.

Since it was born, he went out once and was called out by a powerful necromancer to fight for him. That was the beginning of its birth of intelligence. It was also that time that he tasted the delicate human flesh.

However, as long as a hundred years have passed, he has been hunting and killing those bone scaffolds under the blood moon, which is really boring, let alone those zombies. Although he has long been used to that kind of rotten smell, he still refuses to show up beside him and rarely cuts off his head with his big sword.

"You step back, I want to taste his flesh and blood!"

The Black Knight exclaimed, startled a group of undead behind him to retreat one after another, and did not dare to approach the bad tempered leader.

"At this level?"

Tang Chuan was a little disappointed when he easily parried the Epee, which was as powerful as thunder. Maybe his realm was high. He couldn't take any interest in the dishes that had not yet entered the xuanming realm.

The black knight was still holding his Epee, and his frightened appearance became the only memory of the wandering undead patrol.

"That's it?"

The ghost can't tell what he feels at the moment. He can't be happy, sad or not. In addition, it should be left to the dead.

"The rest is up to you. I'm too lazy to do it if the strength is not higher than you." Tang Chuan Dao, he is really a little disappointed, the Black Knight's strength is really better than them on a point, but also so a point, for Tang Chuan is not of any significance.

"Me, just me?"

There is no doubt that the ghost was astonished by Tang Chuan's arrangement. You should know which undead creatures are advanced, and they are not born weak and hard-working.

The world has never used fairness, whether in life or after death. Some races are demigods at birth, unlike themselves, who spend hundreds to become demigods.

"Just you." He added.

Sure enough, with a sigh in her heart, the ghost had to bite her teeth and move forward. She saw with her own eyes that three strong men who were not weaker than herself were all killed by this guy, just like enjoying themselves.

She walked in front, not like Tang Chuan, like a lantern, where will attract a group of ignorant and bloodthirsty skeletons to die.

The ghost comes and goes like the wind, turns into a human form, and simulates a short blade in his hand. This is a little skill that Tang Chuan gave her. It's not difficult. It's just a little strange. Not many people in the East know it, and the west is even more unheard of.

"Poof"

the short blade stabs into the carrion on a zombie's back, which is extremely easy.

She moves very fast, fast to the zombie can't react, so she is cut into two pieces by the short blade, and the soul fire is grasped by the ghost in her hand and swallowed.

There are many inspection teams, and the number of ghosts is countless. The leaders are uneven. The strongest one is the Black Knight killed by one sword between Tang Chuan. The zombies killed by ghost are probably the weakest among them, and they are weaker than the skeletons that can be seen everywhere.

Without the fatigue of ghost imagination, she absorbed the soul fire every time she killed a dead creature. Even a small part of it was enough to make her gradually strong. In the face of more than ten undead patrols, she was able to do well without worrying about her death. After destroying several spirits, the city of darkness finally heard Banshee howling."It's just that they're calling in the army!" The ghost listened carefully and concluded that there was no panic just now. In addition to the strength growth, it was more because Tang Chuan gave him confidence.

According to her insight, even the strong in the dark city can't kill people of his own level with a sword, but he can, but not with the same means.

Tang Chuan looked far away and looked quietly. The dead on the tower still lay, leaning against the wall, without a trace of tension.

"Several patrols have been hunted, and if they don't care, it only shows that they have something more important. But they're gathering troops again. The city of darkness is in big trouble

Tang Chuan's only correct guess was that the city of darkness was in great trouble, so that the Presbyterian Council of the city of darkness ignored the unruly little ghost.

In the kingdom of the dead, the undead kill each other and seize the soul, fire and bones every minute. They are so weak that they are just born and strong enough that all the members of the Presbyterian are fighting each other.

In the past, they were able to get along peacefully because no one was sure to kill each other, but now everyone wants to live. They only need the soul of a strong man to break through the hypocrisy and become the true God.

Now, maybe the next moment, the army of tomorrow will come. There are more than a little hypocrites in it. Maybe the true God and the two winged angels will appear. As the judge, the city of darkness is guilty and the land of sin.

Looking up, the blood moon in the sky is brighter than ever. After thousands of years, he knows that this is the blood moon. He uses his own strength to strengthen the strength of the kingdom of the dead, even for one minute.

"Blood month has begun to contribute its own strength, I think we all know what the situation is now!" The old fellow was sitting in the top position.

He was dressed in a black robe. At the moment, he only showed a dry face, and in his hand was the slender staff "tears of mora".

Five hundred years ago, he was one of the few members of the dark Council who chose to stay. More members of the dark Council left and never came back.

Five hundred years is the same time for human beings and undead, and they can't continue to break through. Even gods will slowly grow old and eventually die.

He gradually became a lich and a great elder of the city of darkness for nearly a hundred years.

Five hundred years ago, the army of light and tomorrow came and went, and suffered heavy losses. They left a few cruel words and then went away. It is said that they will come again soon, and the transmission array leading to the light tomorrow will shine sometimes. I think they will come soon.

The elder just didn't expect that they would come so soon.

"It took five hundred years for the whole army to come tomorrow. Do you still think we can win?" The strong in the Presbyterian Church are not only those who are in charge of fighting, but also many are worried about the future. They want to send some new talents to other places, so as not to completely destroy the kingdom of the dead.

In the former, the former is called the top of the meeting room, which is called the "head room".

"I don't care what you want to say, but we have no way out now. Those bastards who think they're bright don't have to cut your heads off with their dirty swords just because you're so noble and powerful. "

"By the way, most people don't have to cut their heads." He watched coldly, the soul fire in the skull kept beating, looking at every soul in the conference room.

After his words fell, the conference room was in a dead silence. It was not only the main fighters, but also the brainless guys who wanted to kill tomorrow. The rest of them awakened some memories of the previous life.

"What about the little fly in the east of the city?" Some people casually mention, was immediately suppressed by the chirping sound.

For them, the only ones who can hunt and kill the patrol team leader are small flies. Each of them has thousands of them. In addition, the lower level undead are ignored by them. They only give signs when the war comes.

"Send someone to the front line. If he can survive, maybe he can come to our place as long as the city of darkness is still there." An elder clapped his hands, unwilling to spend more time on a little fly.

At the moment, the ghost of the east of the city is still hunting and killing patrol teams, one after another. Gradually, a patrol team of ten undead became dozens, among which the dead in the dark realm began to appear, and the ghost under pressure could not breathe.

Tang Chuan didn't do it all the time. He knew that the ghost was very powerful. The ability to condense the short blade in an instant was enough to prove her talent. Later, the hunting patrol was not so much a test as an exercise.

There are no more high-level undead in the whole country of the dead. Soul fire is a rare thing. Otherwise, ghosts will not cry as much as their strength. Zombies are not fighting for strength.

Even if she is on the edge of the undead Kingdom, the sixth sense of a woman makes her feel the recent difference. It seems that the strength of the blood moon is stronger than before. Occasionally, she can smell holiness in the air. ＜/p

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