Outside the manor that was attacked, a sedan chair made of gold was made of gold and was extremely exaggerated and gorgeous, like a small hill.
A full 18,000 warriors of the Jia tribe fell on all fours like cattle, carrying huge sedan chariots on their backs, and marched forward step by step.
Their mouths and eyes were sewn with gold thread, and they couldn't speak or see, like the walking dead, driven by some invisible force to crawl forward slowly.
Yu Yu sat on the top of the huge sedan chair, kneeling beside him a circle of beautiful Yu girls, leaning on the cushion with her left hand, holding a huge wine glass in her right hand, gently shaking the wine cup with her five fingers, and taking a sip of mellow wine from time to time.
The corners of Emperor Shaksha's mouth were hooked high, and with an exaggerated smile on his face, he still stood aside with a ninety-degree deep bow.
In addition to Emperor Shakti, there were dozens of other leaders of the major families in Liangzhu City with stiff smiles like wood carvings, and they bent down deeply on the sedan chair.
Countless heavily armored warriors quietly crossed the sedan chariot and quickly approached in the direction of the manor.
They held strong bows in their hands, and fired arrows at the manor as they marched from a distance, and the special armor-piercing arrows pierced the air with a dazzling rune flash, and countless arrows turned into a black rain curtain that covered the small manor in front of them, covering an area of only five or six miles.
There were even large groups of Yu nobles suspended in the air, and there was no gleam in their three eyes, only terrifying mana fluctuations were surging.
They chanted incantations in low voices, and shouted the honorific names of the three days and September they enshrined, pouring out one powerful spell after another into the manor.
Fire and blood enveloped the entire manor, and a large group of Yan servants and spirit slaves who served as cannon fodder had broken through the walls of the manor, screaming and breaking into the manor.
The guards in the manor were fighting back desperately, and countless Yan servants and spirit slaves who broke into the manor were put down like leeks, blood stained the ground, and stumps and broken arms were sprinkled all over the ground.
Many rhizomes of black roses that had not been affected by the flames came out of the ground and swept around like strange pythons, devouring countless flesh and blood.
As a large amount of flesh and blood were devoured, large swaths of black roses burned to ashes by the firelight were reborn, countless flower branches twisted and grew into the sky, and even larger black roses bloomed in the flames.
Nourished by the flesh and blood of countless servants and slaves, these black roses have undergone terrible mutations, and the rose trees that were originally no more than the height of a person's neck grew like weeds, and in just one tea time, several of the tallest rose trees grew to a hundred feet high, and the rhizomes in the ground were like dragons sticking out of the ground and slapping indiscriminately.
The rampaging rhizomes of the rose trees frantically swept the invaders near the manor, and the servants and spirit slaves who acted as the vanguard were slaughtered in large numbers.
With a terrible howl, an invisible soul vortex quietly appeared in the void, and the souls of all the war dead were swallowed by this vortex.
Yu Yu leaned on the sedan chair, his body trembling slightly, and his face flushed for a while.
His eyebrows were erect and his eyes opened, and wisps of frightening strange cold light quietly emerged, wisps of extremely fine dao marks continued to condense and flicker in the cold light, and the aura emitted by Yu Yu became more and more grand and profound.
More and more warriors fell into a state of madness, and with the muffled sound of battle horns, hordes of elite warriors rushed into the manor, chopping the recalcitrant manor guards into meat sauce like mad beasts, hysterically turning the manor's floor upside down, and soon they found a secret passage to the underground hall.
They broke into the secret passage and rushed into the dangerous underground.
Stationed in the underground corridors are the most confidants and the most powerful close guards of the twelve ruling emperors, and there are also a number of masters who are equivalent to Yemo's killing one.
The soldiers of the brigade rushed into the Yongdao, and saw a large area of blood spraying out at the entrance of the Yongdao, and countless stumps and severed arms erupted hundreds of feet high like a volcanic eruption.
Anyone who trespassed into the corridor was killed, without exception.
More souls rose to the sky, crying out to be swallowed up by that invisible soul vortex.
Yu's face turned red, and more and more, more and more powerful soul power was injected into his body, this body from Yamotian, which had been slightly strengthened by him, had reached the limit of transformation and absorption.
Out of the unforgettable greed in his nature, Yu Yu continued to devour the endless stream of soul power despite the pressure of his body, almost madness.
A glimmer of sparkling black light grew from Yu Yu's body, like countless long black hairs floating on the surface of his body.
These black glows were the soul power that his body could not absorb for a while, and it was transformed into this strange form and stored outside his body by Yu Confusion.
From bone marrow to bones, from internal organs to muscles, from hair to skin, Yu's body was constantly strengthened by the endless soul power, his breath became more and more profound and more and more evil, and his strength also soared rapidly, and soon reached a realm comparable to that of a human witch god.
In the underground hall, the twelve ruling emperors first looked at each other suspiciously, and then they raised their hands one after another, swearing with the souls of their ancestors that the sudden attack outside had nothing to do with them.
Soon they reached a tacit agreement, and agreed with everyone's oath that no ruling emperor would be stupid enough to launch such an attack while he was also present, and with the nature of the Yu nobles, they wanted to have any conspiracy, and the first thing they did was to leave the scene far away.
"Who is it?"
Yemotha screamed angrily, "who attacked our people, who is our people?"
There was a few knocks, and the door of the hall was slammed open, and three or five heads rolled in along the stairs outside the door.
Looking at those huge and hideous heads, the four eyes were round, and there was a faint prismatic glint in the eyes, and it was clear that they were the most elite warriors of the Jia tribe.
"This is the commander of the Red Sun Forbidden Army," Biya Ling jumped up like a ghost, pointed to several heads on the ground and shouted: "Why did they come to attack our rebellion, who should die, it's my restless brothers, I should have killed them a long time ago."
When Lang Lang made a few sounds, a young man of the Yu tribe fell into the portal with a magic staff in his hand, his eyes widened, and blood quickly flowed outward from his mutilated body.
Yuan Yue's throat phantom shouted: "Mo Throat Modo, my nephew, how could he come here" The battle became more and more fierce, and more and more corpses slipped down the stairs into the hall, and the faces of the twelve ruling emperors gradually became dark and ugly.
From these corpses, they all found their familiar clansmen, the core members of the twelve ruling families, all of whom appeared here.
Xiyue Yimai, who is the most sensitive to soul power, said coldly: "All their souls are missing.
Someone, someone is collecting souls and not only that, they, they are all controlled.
"To be continued. aa2705221: