Indeed, when a strong man dies on the battlefield, he will have regrets and no resentment, because the battlefield itself is the destination of most strong man. As long as he leaves his reputation, he will die as much as possible.

But if you are killed by someone, it would be fine if you don’t know it. Once you know the truth, even if you become a dead soul, it will not dissipate, but will accumulate deeper and deeper.

"It's a mess that I'm going to lose my heart, but I know that my enemies can't go out. Do you think it's wronged? If you have to complain, you have to complain. Over time, the undead will become a resentful spirit. The resentful spirits keep rushing into the barrier, and then they are destroyed, leaving only a trace of resentment passing through the barrier and floating into the air."

"Many failures calmed us down and we no longer made unnecessary sacrifices. So we accumulated our strength and prepared to create a few strongest people. When the barrier becomes weak, we should at least tell us who is the real enemy of those very few juniors who are spared."

"I devoured those old, weak, sick, disabled, and uncombat, in order to improve my cultivation and become the undead king, and I can command millions of undeads. Although cruel, after all, only by improving the strength of the strong can there be a glimmer of hope."

"Now, you accidentally made a passage for us, but told me that the Demon World is no longer in this world. You said, should I be happy, or……..."

The old man sighed and muttered to himself: "Has the efforts of thousands of years really been in vain?"

"Senior, you still have a chance to take revenge." Yichen really couldn't bear to make the old man so lonely. Besides, he also hoped that he could have more power in this "ten thousand-year catastrophe".

Therefore, he still told the legend of "Ten Thousand Years of Great Calamity". But at the same time he emphasized that one must obey the orders of those who respond to the calamity in order to make a difference.

"So, our efforts over the years are worth it. Do you know who is the one who is responsible for the disaster?" The old man suddenly became energetic, and a ray of light seemed to flash on his blurred face.

An old man who died once and had swallowed many undead spirits and became the lord of the undead spirits, when he learned that there was no hope of revenge, he was told that there was still a thousand-year disaster.

The enemy he even faced was the demon world, the common enemy of the beast and bird tribes. It was like giving him a shot of a heart-warming agent, which made him feel excited all of a sudden.

"This" Yichen hesitated.

After all, Yichen was not very clear about the situation of the ten thousand-year disaster, and even had many questions, and didn't know where to start, but he was speechless for a moment.

"Tell him! You are the one who responds to the disaster."

Suddenly, the sound of the soul came from Yichen's mind.

The tone of command, the firm attitude. It is firm and unquestionable.

"Why?" Yichen communicated with his thoughts.

"He will be a great help to you in the future, and I will help you conquer him." In an unquestionable tone, there was no room for Yichen to refute: "Relax and let me control your body."

Yichen helplessly let go of his consciousness and handed over his body to the soul.

"I am the one who responds to the disaster, Yichen." The person who spoke was "Yichen".

"What? You..." The old man was obviously surprised and stuttered in his speech: "You mean... I want to obey your command? Just you!... You actually want me to obey your command."

Suddenly, as if I remembered something, I began to become stern again: "Hmph, I've been lying to me for a long time. What kind of virtue is you, you actually have the idea of ​​me and see how I deal with you."

After saying that, the old man's figure instantly became transparent, and the entire space suddenly trembled, and boundless black aura spread over the sky, surging with murderous aura that destroyed everything. The originally imprisoned space became even more dull, as if time had stopped.

This huge hole was shrouded in the breath of death, and there was no trace of hope for life. The old man had said what he had been holding on for ten thousand years in one go, but now he released thousands of years of resentment.

He hated Yichen to deceive, so he thought that he was played with by the demon world with a trick, and when he was alive, he would become a dead soul, and he would be tortured by a little kid, so he wanted to put Yichen to death in anger.

Of course he also believed that to him, Yichen was just as weak as an ant.

If Yichen is a person who is in charge of the disaster, then he must have extraordinary means and will naturally not die easily. If this is the case, you can consider whether you can be condescending and obey his command.

On the contrary, if Yi Chen is not a person who responds to the disaster, he must be a liar, and it doesn’t have to be a pity to die. Just like those explorers who once wanted to reveal the secrets of the soul field, as long as they touch the depths of the soul field, they will be killed by a trace of resentment, all of which will never come back.

Whether to cheat or not, what the old man needs is to wait for the result.

Because he has confined this space, this is his territory, and he has an absolute advantage.

All the pressure was released without any reservation. Soon the space became dark, the hissing black air was icy and icy, mixed with cruel anger, and along with the whirlpool made of the cold wind, it attacked Yichen...

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A golden light burst out from "Yi Chen's eyes, like dazzling sunlight, passing through layers of fog, quickly and hot. The haze suddenly appeared brightly wherever it passed, and black air, yin wind, hostility, and pressure were all swept away.

The next moment, the space returned to its empty state, and even the original faint mist disappeared.

Yichen still stood there motionlessly, as if nothing had happened.

"Huh, how is that possible?"

The old man was still floating in the air so transparently, but his figure kept shaking and even shivering. It was obvious that the scene in front of him exceeded his cognition.

After being confused, I suddenly felt shocked. Logically, under this heavy pressure, warriors with cultivation levels lower than the level of the War King have no ability to resist.

This kid doesn't even have the level of a general, how could he tolerate it? And he not only endured it, but he actually resolved all the crises directly.

What's even more incredible is that the golden light imprisoned the old man, and at the same time a trace of sensing was implanted into the old man's phantom.

This golden light made the old man feel familiar. Could it be...

"This is a response to evil thoughts. If you have a trace of evil thoughts about me, you will disappear and all your soul will be destroyed. Are you willing to regard me as your master?"

'Yi Chen' said lightly: "If you surrender to me, I will definitely let you get what you want to fight the demon world and calm your resentment."

"I buried you here ten thousand years ago. I don't want to destroy you if you die injustice. Think about it carefully. Our targets are all the demon world, but the demon world is much stronger than you think. It's not something you just undead can destroy."

"You... are you really that strong human being? I am willing to recognize you as the master." The old man twisted as if he wanted to get rid of the shackles, bent down tremblingly and said, "The Dead King pays homage to the master."

Because the powerful humans took action tens of thousands of people who died in the battle between the beasts and birds, as well as the dead in natural disasters, were buried here, and a powerful barrier was laid out.

This allowed many undead to gather together and become the King of Undead and several right-hand assistants. What the King of Undead didn't know was that the entire elf world was also protected by the barrier set by this person and has not been invaded by other races so far.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the Undead King is, he would have been disturbed by the group of strong men coming to explore.

In this sense, he is also the benefactor of the Undead clan, which is also the main reason why the Undead King is willing to pay homage.

"Okay, you'd better stay here and train your undead army. When needed, I can find you through induction. I'm leaving!"

When Yi Chen recovered his consciousness, he had already returned to the soul field. He learned from the exchange of thoughts that what had just happened, and also knew that this strong man was the benefactor of the elf world.

"Big brother, are you okay? I'm scared to death." Cao'er looked nervous and hurried over and grabbed Yichen, checking to see if he was injured.

"It's okay, don't worry." Yichen gently scraped Cao'er's nose and smiled.

Two days later, Yichen left the elf world. Before leaving, Uncle Tie Shao gave him many spiritual herbs and herbs body refining essence dew, including the rare sixth-level spiritual herbs in the Tianluo Continent.

But Uncle Tie Shao left Cao'er in the elf world, and Yichen promised to bring Cao'er with him next time he went out to experience.

When Yichen and Wang Feng and the others met, Wang Feng was looking for Yichen in the middle of the forest.

"Brother, where have you been going these days? We have never been able to find you, for fear that you will encounter danger alone." Wang Feng said half complaining and half concern.

"Well... I'm lost, but fortunately I've been back again. How are you doing? You're not hurt, right?" Yi Chen knew that everyone was concerned about him, and felt warm and a little embarrassed.

Everyone exchanged greetings for a while, then returned to the sect to hand over the mission.

"Brother, we have gained a lot this time." After handing over the task order, Wang Feng said happily: "I don't know how Toti's composition is?"

Their group has obtained 155 third-level magic cores and obtained 18,600 points. Totti and others can have at least 20,000 points.

"You guys go back first, I'll have something to do with the elders." Yichen said to Wang Feng.

After they left, Yichen came to the second floor of the Mission Pavilion again.

"Elder, is there any mission to hunt fifth-level monsters?" Yi Chen asked an elder about sixty years old.

If you can get more points, you can also learn more combat skills to improve your strength as soon as possible.

"Fifth-level monster? Little guy, you're right." The elder's eyes were staring at Yi Chen with disbelief, wondering if this kid was crazy.

"That's right, what I'm asking about is the fifth-level monster. How many points can I get if there is that magic core?" Yi Chen said seriously.

"......No one of our inner disciples can kill the fifth-level monster, so it is impossible to release such a high-level mission."
Chapter completed!