Corpse clan.
A race with ancient legends in the mountains and seas.
It is also an ethnic group that makes other ethnic groups gnash their teeth when hearing about it and wish they could be bulldozed.
Digging up graves and digging up corpses, and digging up ancestral graves.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan saw nearly a hundred figures standing in the distance of the river in space, silently, like messengers coming out of the netherworld, suspended in the void, exuding coldness.
They want to control the divine corpse.
Illusive threads were nailed to the divine corpse, and the other side was caught in the hands of many zombie warriors in the distance.
Some of these zombie clan warriors hold an illusory thread in their hands, and some hold more than ten, varying in number, like puppet stringers.
Yes, at this moment, these warriors from the blood tribe, saint tribe, human tribe, demon tribe, and spirit tribe all have the same name, corpse tribe.
This is the fallen king of each race.
He was brought back to the corpse land by the corpse tribe.
A new will was bred from the body of the fallen king and he became a new warrior.
The past melted away, leaving only the will belonging to the corpse tribe.
Qing Yanghuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the hundreds of figures standing in the gusty wind.
The cold breath almost froze the entire void.
Every figure is more powerful than these eyes, with a strong death aura flowing around them, even accumulating into a rich rotten water, surrounding them.
None of these figures were lower than the realm of kings.
As for what realm they were in, he was a little unsure.
Each of them was as cold as ice.
Even at the front of the hundreds of zombies, there stood two huge figures wrapped in black energy.
Corpse Emperor.
Two corpse emperors, one hundred and eight corpse kings of various realms.
They want to control the divine corpse.
The corpse clan is not the top in strength in the world, but it is still a first-class existence.
According to legend, there was no corpse clan in the beginning of the ancient times.
However, a fallen divine emperor buried between heaven and earth became psychic for some unknown reason and was reincarnated from the dead, thus starting the legend of his 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 first generation of the Corpse Emperor of the Corpse Clan.
However, in this era of time, no emperor was born in the Corpse Clan in the long years.
However, all the tribes in the world are very cautious about the Corpse Clan.
Because no one knows that one day in the future, a corpse emperor will emerge from the ground, and it is impossible to predict which ancestor and emperor of the clan will be channeled by these corpses buried in the ground.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan saw something.
The corpse clan seems to be unable to wait for the fallen emperor to be resurrected for a second life in a certain imperial tomb in the world.
They want to control a divine corpse themselves.
"It's bad luck all the time.
Even if you fart, you'll get slapped on the heel."
Cursing secretly in his heart, Qingyang Huan was about to escape the next moment.
The hundreds of corpse kings controlled by the two corpse emperors had obviously formed a formation, otherwise they would not dare to touch the majesty of the divine corpse.
"Can't see me."
There are waves in the spiritual world.
He can't get involved in such a scene, so he can escape quickly.
However, Ah Huan's self-comforting spell failed this time.
"Sacrifice" In an instant, a cold voice sounded, and Qingyang Huan suddenly felt that his body and fighting spirit were being invisibly bound.
"Damn it."
It's true that people are walking by the river, and disaster comes from the corpses.
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Suddenly, in Qingyang Huan's spiritual world, five reincarnation gates chimed in unison, and the azure light flourished.
His fighting soul was bathed in the azure light of reincarnation, and streams of black smoke came from the battle.
Floating out of the soul.
Corpse energy.
The corpse clan kings were going to use him to sacrifice him alive to the divine corpse.
Obviously, these corpse emperors and corpse kings of the corpse clan were pulling the corpse along the river with illusory threads, looking for lone people like him to sacrifice blood to the corpse.
It is not that easy to control the divine corpse.
They have been wandering outside the river of space for a long time.
First he was asked for directions, and now he was used as a sacrifice for no reason, which made Qingyang Huan very angry.
His eyes glanced across the void, looking in the direction of the corpse tribe's formation.
These strong men of the corpse tribe were pulling the divine corpse, and he just didn't know if they could get out of their hands at the moment.
His eyes fell on the two corpse emperors at the front.
If these two guys could get rid of their hands, he would not stop at all and run away.
Finally, he felt that the two corpse emperors, who were as silent as fossils, did not move at all, and he felt relieved in his heart.
How can it be so easy to control the divine corpse?
The corpse clan probably spent most of their clan strength to put together such a formation, and they also fell into such a deadlock and had to find lives to sacrifice to the divine corpse.
"Sacrifice" At this moment, the soul-calling voice sounded again in the corpse clan formation, making Qingyang Huan's blood and energy have the urge to rush out of the body and hit the divine corpse.
Boom The next moment, Qingyang Huan crossed the space river and headed towards the zombie clan formation.
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 as if I don't have any anger.
Clang
On the right side of the zombie clan's formation, a king from the human race was arrayed and suddenly turned like a zombie, with his head constantly turning in the direction of Qingyang Huan's movements.
Breeding the zombie 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 set his eyes on the human king.
It's a pity that he is now a corpse clan and has given birth to a corpse spirit.
Under the human body, there is no longer a human soul.
If this king had known that he had turned into a zombie before his death, I don’t know what kind of daring he would have imagined.
Naturally, he would not be so happy, and would even regret why he kept the king's body.
Clang A black shadow hit Qingyang Huan without any warning.
Seeing the Human Corpse King taking the lead, he struck with his fist.
Clang The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the Human Corpse King stepped back.
Purple flames erupted from Qingyang Huan's fist, melting away the cold chill.
The corpse king's body is like ice, as strong as divine gold and iron bones, and there is no trace of any collision.
"Dedicate your life to the great corpse god."
The sound of mechanical zombies sounded, and the corners of the human zombie king's mouth swelled, and his body stiffened.
Corpse God and Divine Corpse, the same two words, but different combinations, made Qingyang Huan's eyes solemn.
If the Corpse Clan really brought this divine corpse back to the corpse world, then the Corpse Clan's strength would inevitably reach a terrifying state.
He didn't know how terrifying this divine corpse had reached during his lifetime.
The combat power is comparable to that of the emperor, but he has still entered the realm of nine-turn saints.
However, even if he is a semi-saint, even if he is in a weaker realm than the emperors, for the corpse clan, it represents a rise.
The corpse clan belongs to the dark clan of the heavens.
In this formation of corpse kings alone, there are no less than three kings of the human race, which naturally makes Qingyang Huan's choice a choice.
Killing these corpse kings is pure nonsense.
But the destruction of the formation can be tried now.
The Corpse Clan is now powerful, how can they be allowed to dig up the body of the king of the human race, or even the body of the emperor?
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No one wants to sacrifice their ancestors, and suddenly the tomb opens, and an ancestor whose body is filled with corpse energy starts to cook.
He smiles with his big mouth, grabs his descendants as snacks, eats them, and then eats them and wipes them clean. , jumped to the corpse world.
Just thinking about it makes me panic.
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The next moment, Qingyang Huan and the Human Corpse King kept colliding.
However, his fist, which was enough to kill the powerful king with one punch, fell on the Human Corpse King, like a massage and a slap on the shoulders.
In the darkness, two shadows kept falling like meteors colliding.
With each blow, he knocked the human corpse king into the depths of nothingness.
However, the corpse king came back again as if he was floating.
Moreover, there were no signs of being bombarded on the body of the Human Corpse King, and he was still alive and kicking.
He noticed that the human corpse king held three illusory threads in his hands, which were connected with many corpse kings in the corpse king's formation.
The power of each of his blows was dispersed into the corpse king's formation along the three illusory threads, and even the connected divine corpses melted away.
How the hell are you going to fight like this?
He seemed to be fighting a human zombie king, but in fact he was fighting the entire zombie clan formation.
No wonder the zombie emperor who was standing there did not move at all.
This silent breath was simply mocking him for not overestimating his abilities.
His eyes fell on the illusory threads held in the hands of the Human Corpse King.
Only by cutting off these three illusory threads could the Human Corpse King break away from the formation, or even destroy the zombie formation.
Naturally, he is not a good person.
He wants to rescue the divine corpse of the gods.
If he hadn't encountered something like a tarsal maggot, he wouldn't bother to care.
It would be best if the divine corpse turns back and we die together.
What he wants to do is to break the balance between the corpse king's formation and the divine corpse.
Boo hoo hoo However, the next moment, three sounds broke through the air, like howling thunder, and there were two more figures in the corpse king's formation, turning into streams of light and attacking him together.
Clang Facing the three attacking corpse kings, a divine light in Qingyang Huan's hand stirred up the world, the sound of the sword clanged, and he held a divine sword larger than himself in his hand.
The Great Divine Sword.
He felt that the trophies left behind in Xuankong Mountain exuded a vague divinity in the entangled silk threads.
It was obvious that in the process of the corpse tribe transforming into the divine corpse, the divine corpse was also quietly transforming into the corpse. king.
Clang He doesn't know how to use a sword.
But he will, hack Holding the giant divine sword that was about ten feet in size, he faced the three incoming corpse kings and slashed them down into the depths of nothingness.
Clang The next moment, Qingyang Huan walked towards the Human Corpse King who was sent flying.
He was sent flying by the Giant Que Divine Sword, and naturally the illusory thread pulled in his hand was stretched.
Qing Yanghuan held the divine sword in both hands and slashed it down in the air. boom In an instant, divine light bloomed all over the sky, and thousands of divine clouds danced wildly.
Wisps of divine light burst out from the void of heaven and earth, vaguely illuminating the ancient divine mountain tower standing between heaven and earth, with auspicious energy like a waterfall. bite.
A soft chant sounded, like a divine pearl falling onto a jade plate, with a tinkling sound, and thousands of rays of auspicious clouds blending with the heaven and earth.
An illusory thread held in the hand of the Human Corpse King was cut off by Qingyang Huan
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