Chapter 1568： God's Burial

One day, in the blink of an eye.

On the entire mountain of corpse, there was already a hustle and bustle, with shadows everywhere.

I saw a demon powerhouse with different shapes falling from the sky and standing respectfully on the square.

There are giants covered in rotten flesh, animal figures with six eyes and legs, and wolf guards covered in armor.

In short, there are all kinds of strange and strange, all the magic power is monstrous, shocking the world.

As the northern hegemons, the corpse gods are the real royal family in the hearts of the thousands of demons in the north.

No family dared to be disrespectful to him.

But, in recent days, it is said that a young man from the outside world has come to the place where the devil is buried. He not only killed the corpse **** clan Tianjiao, but also slaughtered many strong corpse **** clan vassals.

This rumor, like a thunderbolt, shocked many demon powerhouses.

At this time, countless people from the Demon Race want to see, what kind of young man is he who dares to be so arrogant and domineering?

Three heads and six arms, or nine waists?

In the center of the square, a bluestone altar stands quietly.

What is placed on it is not the incense tribute, but the bundled and solid creatures.

"Have you seen that bald head? Flesh and **** creatures."

"The place where I buried the devil really hasn't seen flesh and blood for a long time."

"I don't know what his relationship is with that young man named Ling Xiao."

The demons looked at one of the burly young men with a greedy look on their face.

"clang!"

At this moment, a loud bell suddenly sounded from the top of the mountain in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, ten thousand corpses rose into the sky, covering the sky.

The entire mountain of corpses began to rise up in layers of mist, like purgatory.

And in the depths of the fog, there was another low sound of footsteps.

Hearing the voice, the faces of the demons changed greatly, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

The corpse **** was born and devoured the offerings.

This ancient ritual has been going on for tens of thousands of years.

And all the sacrifices that are selected will eventually die, without exception.

"Well, this mountain of corpses smells so bad."

only!

Just when everyone was nervous, their faces were pale and their heads were lowered, and when the atmosphere did not dare to be too much, there was a sudden laugh from above the void.

Hearing the voice, a dull look appeared on everyone's face.

Then, one after another, his eyes suddenly looked into the distance, looking towards the place where the voice came from.

I saw that where the corpse gas was surging, suddenly immortal brilliance ups and downs, blowing away the fog, revealing a tall and straight figure in black.

It was a young man with a gentle face and bright eyes.

There was an unparalleled aura all over him.

He stood there, like a round of sun, radiating thousands of lights, making the dark hearts of countless demon powerhouses feel a long-lost warmth.

"This is…"

"Flesh and **** creature... it's that... that Ling Xiao!"

Immediately afterwards, countless screams resounded instantly, and many of the arrogant demon girls had unconsciously clenched their lips and their eyes trembled.

so perfect!

Compared to the creatures in this Demon Burying Land, this young man in front of him can be said to have directly refreshed their understanding of the opposite sex.

It's an instinctual impulse.

"Presumptuous! Who dares to run wild on my corpse mountain?"

There was a sudden roar from the hall on the top of the mountain.

I saw a man wearing a golden robe with dark skin striding forward, and soon appeared in front of everyone.

And the corpse fog that originally filled the sky and the earth also stopped strangely at this time.

Around the square, countless corpse gods stood quietly, staring coldly at the young man who fell from the sky.

"Shili, I should have told you already, have all the ancestors of your corpse gods been dug out?"

Ling Xiao smiled and looked at Zhi Wujie calmly and indifferently.

At the age of nearly a thousand years, he just broke through the level of the fourth rank of the Holy Land.

I have to say that the arrogance of this devil-burial place is indeed... weak and pitiful.

The Holy Body of Ten Thousand Corpses, the Law of Corpses, and the Eight Thousand Destiny.

A mediocre little leek.

"Young master, be careful, this corpse-free combat power is not weak even among the six little overlords."

Lan Yue lowered her head and reminded Ling Xiao softly.

"Isn't it weak? So, is there anyone stronger than him?"

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth. It seems that there should be some small surprises among the six little overlords.

"Well, the six dominant clans, the corpse **** clan is... the weakest clan. Among them, the desolate clan and the descendants of the abandoned **** clan are stronger than him, especially the abandoned **** clan. According to rumors... it seems that he has returned to his ancestors. "

"Oh? Divine Veins?"

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, thoughtfully.

Since the gate leading to the dark forbidden area can only be opened by the six hegemonic clans.

In the end, he will meet the other five descendants.

At that time, whether it is a **** or a demon, it will only become the soul of his subordinates, and there will be no accident.

"Presumptuous! A mere outsider creature dares to be arrogant in my corpse mountain!"

Zombie Wujie's eyes were gloomy, and he stepped out directly, and his fingerprints fell.

Endless corpse energy rushed into the sky, turned into a hundred zhang corpse print, and fell from the sky.

only!

What makes people feel strange is that Ling Xiao did not move at this time, watching the corpse print fall, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"This…"

There was a hint of surprise on the faces of all the onlookers, and they had seen domineering people, but the outsiders seemed to be too domineering.

In the face of the offensive of a tyrannical young master of the fourth grade of the holy realm, he didn't mean to take any precautions?

"Buzz!"

Can!

Just when the corpse print landed on the top of Ling Xiao's head, a ray of black flame suddenly burned in his eyes.

And then, the corpse print was directly burned into nothingness.

"I...Gan, what kind of means is this?!"

Although the scorching heat only appeared for a moment, some tyrannical people still felt extremely frightened.

"It seems to be more terrifying than the hellfire of the purgatory family..."

"How is that possible? A human youth..."

"This is interesting, Young Master Wujie is afraid that he will meet an opponent."

Even if Zombie Wujie is not the most top existence among the six little overlords.

It is already a supreme honor to be one of these six people.

The place where the devil is buried is at the top of the contemporary era, fighting against the evil son of the outside world.

This battle seems to have suddenly become a lot more interesting.

"Huh? Sure enough, there is some strength."

Seeing that the offensive was wiped out, Zhi Wujie's face suddenly flashed a gloomy look.

With the background of the corpse **** race, it would not take too much effort to kill a holy realm boy.

But if the ancestors made a move, they would definitely be ridiculed and undermined the majesty of the corpse god.

Therefore, in this battle, Zombie Wujie has no retreat at all.

"The Holy Body of Ten Thousand Corpses, the burial place of the gods!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, I saw the body of the corpse suddenly swelled and twisted.

Thousands of corpse patterns are linked together, turning into a big world, shrouding Ling Xiao's figure.

Vaguely, in that great world, there seem to be ten thousand corpses standing, mighty and shocking!