Chapter three hundred and ninety fourth, a bunch of living dead
"Die again!"
"The little monster is dead!"
In the dim hall, there were ghosts and wolves howling, with dry and rough voices, as gloomy and cold as a resentful ghost seeking life. Countless spirit cards fell from above the hall.
Their names are written on these spiritual cards.
This group of weird people who covered their bodies in the black robe pulled their hands out of the jar filled with foul liquid and put down the white organs in their hands.
There has never been one thing that can stop the experiment.
Except for the death of the little monster.
"Waste, it's really a waste. The newborn died just after he was found."
"In Death Valley, there is no platinum-level powerful man invading, why did he die!"
"Who is it!"
"Who is it!"
"He is our hope, but he is dead, dead!"
The terrifying howl of ghosts shook the hall, and the entire hall was trembling.
This was a dull voice: "Shut up."
All the weird people looked up.
On the main seat at the top of the hall, ghostly black robe floated.
The true master of Death Valley - Qingsha.
There are three people who established the Death Valley, and Qingsha is the strongest of the three, and he is also the one who controls the immortal power of the Death Valley.
Others don't know anything about the immortal in the pot.
However, the monsters obviously have no awe of Qingsha. Everyone is a living dead. So what can you do if you are strong? Can you still kill us?
"Qingsha, you despicable villain."
"You still have the face to come out, a liar, a demon."
"Eternal life is simply bullshit. Now even the only hope is shattered. Do you really have to study the poison of destruction again?"
Yes, in fact, they have given up studying the poison of destruction.
Because it's nonsense.
After thousands of years of research, they have tried any poison and combination.
Finally, we came to a conclusion: the poison that destroys the world does not exist at all.
They were unwilling to work towards another goal of nothingness, so they chose another path - the newborn.
Although Ye Tianchen's newborns are rough and simple, they have indeed succeeded, and perhaps they will have the opportunity to break the curse of immortality.
Unfortunately, Ye Tianchen is dead.
Qingsha snorted coldly: "Shut up, you old wastes, you should have this enlightenment when you choose to stay."
Qingsha's words made all the weirdos silent.
"It would be great if there was another ghost bone dragon." After a long time, a strange man said unwillingly.
The weird people sighed.
Yes, it would be great if there was another ghost bone dragon.
The inspiration for the newborn comes from the ghost bone dragon, a strange creature born in the unknown dragon tomb, and consists of various dragon-like corpses.
The research on newcomers has been going on for thousands of years and has not made any progress.
Because this kind of spiritual spirit is too rare.
They lack research objects, and it is useless to just focus on research.
Just over two years ago, they received a message that a ghost bone dragon was suspected to have appeared in the Huangshalin area.
So Death Valley sent Ye Tianchen.
Because only he is the real living person, he can walk out of the valley of death.
Ye Tianchen brought the token given by the old monster, relied on his old friendship to gather a group of masters and successfully captured the ghost bone dragon.
Because of this incident, Ye Tianchen almost missed the Qianlong Contest.
What happened later was very simple. Ye Tianchen was killed and resurrected with the help of the death box, and devoted himself to researching in the Valley of Death.
He is worthy of being a little monster. Although he has only lived for more than 20 years, his talent in this area is simply terrifying, surpassing the entire Death Valley.
In just one year, the weird people's research on newcomers has made rapid progress, and Ye Tianchen is even more outstanding.
But the problem is here.
Because of continuous research and great torture and pain, the soul fire of the ghost bone dragon caught was extinguished.
That is, he is dead.
It’s just that it’s not certain whether it’s suicide or whether it’s improper research that makes the soul fire difficult to continue.
Research progress suddenly stopped.
However, Ye Tianchen relied on his talent to ignite the inferior soul fire and create a brand new creature - the new creature.
But just now, Ye Tianchen died again.
This time I really died.
The weird people who thought they saw hope were desperate.
Only then will anyone sigh that it would be great if there was another ghost bone dragon, so that they could continue to study the newborn.
"No need to say this, the person who killed the little monster has arrived in the central area." Qingsha's words instantly ignited everyone's anger.
Still dare to come in?
Do you still dare to come in?
Usually, they are addicted to research, and except for occasionally going out to catch some "research objects" who accidentally enter the Death Valley, they almost never leave the hall.
Although they are scary, they are not actually bloodthirsty.
This time, it's different.
The death of the little monster ignited the rage of the entire Death Valley.
Not only because of the newborn, but also because the little monster is the only living person in Death Valley.
He is an abandoned baby.
Originally, they were going to be brought back as the subject of research, but for all reasons, these monsters changed their minds and raised small monsters.
Only when facing the little monsters do they feel that they are not dead yet.
"Kill them, peel them off and remove their bones, and break them into pieces."
In the hall, there was a gloomy ghost cry.
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Luo Sen and the other two finally passed through the white poisonous miasma.
In front of me was the fifth layer of poisonous miasma, which was the most central area of Death Valley. What surprised Luosen was that the last layer of poisonous miasma was actually transparent.
The last layer of transparent poisonous miasma is hard to guard against, and the toxicity is extremely terrible. If there is no corresponding measure, ordinary spiritual emperors will also have to drink hatred.
"Fortunately, we have five poisonous beasts." Luo Sen smiled.
The five poisonous beasts easily dispelled the poisonous miasma.
Three people entered.
The most central area is as quiet as a ghost, without any vitality, the bare earth and rock peaks, and not even a weed.
All the three of them saw was the gloomy hall hidden in the distance in the stone peaks hidden in the poisonous miasma.
"It looks very dangerous." Jiarou whispered: "Rosen, have you brought the space stone given to you by your father? At the critical moment, you can take us away."
"Green Yin," Rosen replied.
Jiarou was shocked: "No, come and go to such a dangerous place. If there is no space stone, how can we escape if we encounter troubles that cannot be solved?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I naturally have a way." Luo Sen smiled.
Looking at Luo Sen's confident look, Jiarou had no choice but to believe him.
The three of them gradually approached the hall.
The deathly aura around made the atmosphere more and more weird.
Suddenly the ground started to shake, as if an earthquake occurred.
Hundreds of black-robed monsters appeared in the distance, and they walked towards this place, shrouded in terrible dark power.
"Very good, you didn't leave. If you left Death Valley, I really don't know how to kill you."
A gloomy and hoarse voice slowly rang.
A black shadow appeared first in front of Luosen and the other two.
He was shrouded in a black robe.
Exudes a heart-wrenching power.
His name is Qingsha, one of the real controllers of Death Valley.