Later, Qin Yichen was taken to the Chili clan's residence for hosting various clans. There were many courtyards, but it was not shabby at all.

However, along the way, Qin Yichen found that the atmosphere in the Chili clan was depressing, and there were even white cloths hanging on many streets, looking like their dead parents.

In fact, several strong men from the Chili clan and Li Huazun had a good conversation at first, but suddenly they suddenly felt a burst of sadness and anger, and they muttered words, as if they were mourning the King of Chizhan.

What confused Qin Yichen the most was that Li Huazun and the three elders were also in tears. Then he suddenly remembered that they all had disciples and relatives who died on the battlefield in Eastern Xinjiang.

After a long time, Li Huazun and the old man of the Chili tribe comforted each other and said: This time, more sons and daughters from each tribe can enter the secret realm of the God Emperor, all because of the immortal contribution of the God King Chi Zhan.

Sons and gentlemen, you must remember that it was King Chi War God and countless heroes of our Eastern Barbarians who paved the way for you and carved out a future for you. You must cherish it!

Several gods were calming down, but Ziyun looked at it and curled his lips. Isn't it because too many people died and they were afraid that the next generation would not be able to take over, so they increased the number of places? Why are you talking so sensationally?

He wanted to say something sarcastic, but found that even Li Xun looked gloomy. Qin Yichen later found out that all the friends who went to Eastern Xinjiang with this talkative man were dead.

Ziyun pursed his lips, it was true that he became a king and lost a bandit, but there was no point in standing on other people's graves and laughing: Who makes you think about Zhongzhou all day long, are we going to give up our hometown?

But it has nothing to do with us. Anyway, they are fighting with the demons now. But having said that, the one who suffers the most is probably Senior Lion King.

Qin Yichen also sighed. It is impossible for Dongman to forget such a feud. With his current strength, it is difficult to change anything.

There are a total of nineteen entrances to the Divine Emperor's Secret Realm this time. On average, there are about twenty tribes at each entrance, which is about two to three thousand people.

The Lilong clan is just one of them. Even the Chili clan, there will be twenty-seven clans gathered here!

Just after he moved into the courtyard, Qin Yichen felt a lifeless aura approaching. The deathly aura was very gloomy and depressing, as if it made people feel sad and inexplicably frightened.

Qin Yichen and the other four walked out of the courtyard and saw that Li Wushuang had also walked out, followed by a group of his kin, and the many figures walking towards the opposite side seemed to have condensed into a dark cloud.

I saw those figures wrapped in black cloth, which was quite tight. Many of them only showed a pair of sinister eyes, and the skin exposed to the air was also livid or black and purple, which was very disgusting.

Moreover, these figures exuded a lifeless aura, as if they were crawling out of a mountain of corpses. The first reaction was to avoid them, which was terrifying.

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Qin Yichen just frowned, but saw Li Xun's face darken, he clenched his fist and said: Corpse demon clan!

Qin Yichen nodded slightly. They seemed to be from the Eastern Barbarian clan, but Qin Yichen was very puzzled. There seemed to be a lot of anger between the two clans.

I saw Li Wushuang standing at the top of the Li Long Clan, and a young man from the Corpse Demon Clan. His eyes were obviously smiling, but they made people feel rather vicious and cold, and he felt uncomfortable being stared at by them.

Moreover, the young man's sneer was obviously sinister and sharp, and Qin Yichen could still vaguely judge the gender through his tight black figure.

Brother Wushuang, you are well.

Li Wushuang's attitude was cold: You're fine. Of course, I can't see what you are like now.

The young man from the Zombie Tribe smiled sinisterly: Appearance is not important. I do remember the way Brother Wushuang looked when he lost to me last time, but he was quite embarrassed.

As soon as these words came out, Li Wushuang's eyes immediately flashed with a cold light, and Li Qingqing even shouted coldly on the spot: "What did you say!"

However, right next to the young man, another woman walked out. Seeing this, Ziyun pouted and said: "It's not afraid of affecting growth if it is so tight."

I saw that woman's body was like an iceberg. This feeling was not cold and glamorous, but as cold as a corpse, cold-blooded and cruel.

As soon as the woman's voice came out, Ziyun suddenly lost all thoughts of caring about her development: Did my senior brother say something wrong? When you asked the Zujinxian who won the battle, you Lilong clan won't forget it, right?

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Li Qingqing gritted his teeth: So what if a bunch of guys who deal with corpses all day long rely on disgusting methods to win? They made themselves look like this, and those who don't know think it's someone who exorcises corpses!

There is a saying that Li Qingqing's words reflected the thoughts of Qin Yichen and the others. It was the first time for them to see such a weird race, lifeless and disgusting.

However, the woman smiled sinisterly and even more jokingly: The ruthless sister is still the same as before, only making excuses with these innocuous words.

The corpse clan members laughed sinisterly, as if a group of corpses were rising up, making Li Xun feel as if his eardrums were about to be pierced, and his face turned pale.

Seeing this, Li Wushuang's face turned pale, his black and red pupils suddenly flashed, and his ferocious aura erupted: It's better to save this point.

Seeing this, the young man from the corpse clan smiled coldly: It seems that brother Wushuang is much better than before, and he probably won't lose as badly as last time.

As he spoke, the young man changed the topic: By the way, I heard that your Lilong Clan only has a hundred quotas this time, right? My Corpse Demon Clan has a quota of 150. It seems that your Lilong Clan is still mediocre.

Li Wushuang's face darkened: So what if there are 100 places? We may not lose to your Corpse Demon Clan!

However, the young man from the Corpse Demon Clan burst out sarcastic: The quota of my Corpse Demon Clan is half as many as your Lilong Clan’s. Li Wushuang, you are the leader of the Lilong Clan, right? Don’t tell me that you don’t know what the fifty quota gap means.

By the way, I came to see you today firstly to see your progress over the years, and by the way, let me tell you that after entering the God Emperor’s Secret Realm, you, the Lilong Clan, had better not think about the opportunity that our Corpse Demon Clan saw, otherwise,

It's not good to turn your people into corpse puppets.

As soon as these words came out, the Lilong clan immediately went into a rage, with everyone's faces full of anger: What did you say!

What a weird thing! If you have any idea, take off the black veil and walk around the street to see if the Chili clan will treat you like a monster and beat you to death!

Turn us into corpse puppets? Guys like you who are full of corpse stench will only feel nauseated if you swallow it in one gulp!

However, the corpse clan members laughed sinisterly and did not reply. However, just the harsh sound that sounded like mourning made Li Xun and the others tremble inexplicably.

Only Qin Yichen stood in the crowd, looking at this group of zombies. Not to mention his aesthetics, even the Lilong tribe in the Eastern Barbarians regarded these guys as neither humans nor ghosts!
Chapter completed!