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Chapter 846, Terracotta Warriors

and Horses

"Quickly retreat!"

The Blood Night Ghost King's face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. The king's snake soul was immediately released, piercing and killing the undead ghosts that climbed up from the pit one by one.

However, the army of undead ghosts is endless and it is impossible to kill them all!

The blood flames flew out of the blood flame ghost and turned into a giant demon, burning the undead ghost army that surged up in the sea of ​​blood flames.

"Damn it, this damn God of Death is restless even after death!"

The blood flame ghost cursed loudly.

Suddenly, the blood-red eyes of the statue of the God of Death that stood in the center of the pit lit up for a moment.

The sealing formation that suppressed the pit disappeared!

An even larger army of undead ghosts crawled out, their malevolent and ghostly auras mixed together, rising straight into the sky.

Destroy the blood flames.

The huge army of ghosts pressed the Blood Flame Ghost to the ground and rubbed it.

Bloody Night Ghost King:?

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Damn it, you pig teammate!

Even if the God of Death has long since died and is no longer alive, it is not something that a scum like you can insult!

Don't be afraid of opponents who are like gods, just be afraid of teammates who go out without any brains!

"Suppress me!"

The Blood Night Ghost King controlled the King Snake Soul and pushed his power to the extreme. In an instant, countless purple-black airflows transformed into a King Snake Soul Dharma, temporarily sealing the pit again!

The crisis was over, and the Bloody Night Ghost King breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second.

The Blood Flame Ghost got up from the ground.

"Nonsence!"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, raised his head and looked at the statue of the God of Death, and cursed again.

"Damn it, you're so impatient after scolding you, aren't you?"

"If you can, crawl out from the coffin board and beat me!"

"Come on!"

Bloody Night Ghost King: (__)ノ|Hit the wall!

This is useless!

As expected, the killing sickle in the hand of the statue of the killing god suddenly burst into a bloody light and slashed straight down.

The face of the blood flame ghost changed drastically, and the blood flames poured out from his body desperately, turning into a shield to protect him.

"boom!"

The killing scythe fell, directly destroying the blood shield, and cut off the blood flame ghost's head with one scythe.

"Duang!"

The blood flame ghost's head fell to the ground and jumped a few times.

Until his death, he never understood how he lost his life.

Didn't he just say a few words casually and his life was gone?

I won’t die with my eyes in peace!

"Buzz!"

The Blood Flame Ghost's body turned directly into a pool of blood and was absorbed by the Killing God's Scythe, leaving not even the Soul Jade behind.

The Bloody Night Ghost King watched this scene helplessly and rolled his throat!

Gods are gods.

Even if you are not in the human world, you can kill ghosts at the level of ghost kings with just a ray of divine consciousness!

So scary!

In mid-air, after absorbing the power of the Blood Flame Ghost, the Killing Scythe turned towards the Blood Night Ghost King.

The hair on Bloody Night Ghost King's body stood up.

"Plop!"

He quickly knelt on the ground with his legs and said with a panicked expression: "Dear God of Death, I have nothing to do with this evil pen!"

"His words are purely personal and have nothing to do with me!"

"Please let me go!"

In this moment of life and death, all dignity and dignity, go to hell!

I want to live!

I have already cursed the Blood Flame Ghost a thousand times in my heart.

Why can't I think about it and bring such a bad teammate here?

Not to mention helping.

His skill in digging holes is top-notch.

The Scythe of the God of Death calmed down for a while, and then returned to the hand of the statue of the God of Death, as if it had never shown its edge.

The Bloody Night Ghost King's hanging heart dropped.

His eyes were fixed on the killing scythe in the hand of the killing god.

Spiritual weapon!

No!

When you reach the level of the God of Death, the weapons in your hands can no longer be called spiritual weapons.

Artifact!

It is definitely an artifact that surpasses SSS-level spiritual weapons!

If he is refined, his strength will definitely surpass the Ghost King level and become the Ghost Emperor!

But he doesn’t dare!

In the face of strength and survival, he chose to survive!

The Blood Night Ghost King looked at the Blood Flame Ghost that had no trace left, sighed slightly, and then turned into a ball of purple-black air and fled forward.

the other side.

Under the guidance of Lei Yan, Lin Que and others arrived at the second level of the Palace of the God of Death.

"What a great gesture!"

Lin Que looked at the scene in front of him, his heart was in turmoil, and thousands of words condensed into two words.

"Fuck!"

In front of everyone, there are statues of thousands of troops and horses that can't be seen to the end!

Countless soldiers turned into statues, holding spears and swords, lifelike, with spears killing intent!

The statue is so vivid that it doesn’t feel like a dead thing at all!

Su Tang's pretty face was surprised: "Historical records before the revival of spiritual energy show that the First Emperor owned terracotta warriors and horses and underground imperial mausoleums!"

"Isn't this the scene you are talking about?"

Everyone looked at each other and turned their attention to Lin Que.

Among them all, Lin Que was the most knowledgeable.

Lin Que knew this period of history very well.

After all, he traveled through time from the era when spiritual energy was revived.

Bai Qi, the God of Killing, is from Qin!

What is going on with these terracotta warriors and horses in front of me?

Moreover, according to historical records, it is impossible for the Terracotta Warriors to appear here!
Chapter completed!
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