The black fire condensed into the shape of a woman, vaguely like An Qingli, but also somewhat like Princess Yao.
But no matter what, the majesty of the master of the harem is exactly the same.
Under this majestic aura, Youshou Gu was even more convinced that the woman who controlled the black fire was indeed the Queen of Wancheng Kingdom.
But there are still skeleton generals who are suspicious of An Qingli's intentions.
"Which queen are you and why are you here? I hope you can tell me!" Bones asked again with hostility, as if his patience had run out.
An Qingli looked at those raging white bones and said in an unusually calm tone: "You have fulfilled your responsibilities before and after your death, so you can go back."
The tone was not high, but it spread throughout the dark and narrow corridor.
Have you fulfilled all your responsibilities?
My responsibilities have been fulfilled!
All the bones present trembled.
The last trace of obsession with bones left in the world dissipates.
Immediately afterwards, the souls of tens of thousands of white bones dispersed in an instant, and even the proud white bones turned into smoke and dust.
In the cold corridor, the skeleton formation was reduced by half, and was once again defeated.
"Don't be bewitched! Don't be bewitched!"
A young boy with bones looked at the dwindling number of companions around him and couldn't help shouting in fear.
However, the collapse has already begun, and some bones have turned into smoke and dust and gone away while the mind was wavering.
"Array up!"
General Bones finally shouted loudly.
"The Qi Army forms an array!"
There are bones blowing a high-pitched horn.
Sure enough, the remaining white bones that had not dissipated finally remembered their identities amidst the sound of the exhilarating horn and obeyed the orders to form a large formation again.
The large formation formed by thousands of bones is still formidable.
But many of them are no longer so determined.
This queen of unknown generation may have come here specifically to rescue them and allow them to reincarnate.
For tens of thousands of years, I have been trapped in this long and narrow corridor, and my body is broken and broken. Even if I stand or lie down, I feel bored.
They even look forward to a big battle as soon as possible, dying heroically in this corridor, and ending these endless years.
"General, she said that we have fulfilled our responsibilities before and after us..." In the formation of bones, some bones screamed sadly.
"Shut up!" Yousugu scolded irritably, "That woman didn't even dare to show her face, for fear that she might not be an enemy spy, and she came to destroy our Qi family army on purpose, and on purpose to destroy my king's tomb!"
An Qingli still spoke calmly in the mustard space: "It will rise and fall on its own. If you can stand up to anyone, go back."
As soon as the words fell, nearly a thousand white bones disappeared in relief.
"Witch! Don't bewitch me and show your face!" You Baigu shouted angrily, "A fight with this general with a real sword and a real gun will make me die a worthy death and be worthy of my king!"
An Qingli said calmly: "Do you really want to die?"
"Think! Why don't you want to!" Youbaigu smiled ferociously, "Either I kill you, or I wait to die in battle, otherwise, how can I see my king under the circumstances?"
"Okay then, I will fulfill your desire to die in battle."
An Qingli frowned, and with a thought in his mind, he recalled Feng Yin, and the next moment, he raised his hand.
A hundred-foot golden dragon roared out.
The sound of the dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire corridor.
Thousands of white bones trembled together again.
Some bones vaguely remember that this golden dragon was buried with the tomb of the First Emperor. How did it end up in the hands of that witch and how did it come back to life!
But this golden dragon was not alive. It was just caught by Shangshan and carved with a puppet talisman. It was temporarily used by An Qingli and was temporarily used as a puppet.
Although it is said that the puppet talisman came from Taoist Yuan Xi, it cannot stand up to the superior understanding.
After An Qingli gave Shangshan several wooden puppets to study, the unique skill of carving runes on wood was imitated by Shangshan, and even surpassed them.
The divine dragons of the late Mahayana period were made into puppets, and their terrifying combat power was of course inestimable, far from being comparable to those high-level puppets that An Qingli currently has.
The dragon is roaring.
Under the control of An Qingli's soul, the giant dragon opened its mouth and said angrily: "Trapped me underground for fifty thousand years, is this the masterpiece of Qin Shihuang?!"
A white bone responded with a trembling voice: "No...no...you also dug it from the cemetery of the previous dynasty, or..."
"What else?!" The giant golden dragon flicked its tail, creating a deep pit in the long and narrow passage. If you look closely, you can see that there is still some paint peeling off.
The white bones continued to tremble: "It was me and a team of captains who personally took out... from the tomb of the former emperor and repainted it with gold paint..."
The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, and the next moment the trembling bones dissipated into smoke and entered reincarnation.
The golden dragon swung its tail again, making the wretched corridor wider for easy movement later.
The Bone Army was worried. Firstly, the black dragons in the late Mahayana period were too strong and difficult to deal with. Secondly, in their lifetime understanding, the dragon was the emperor, and killing the dragon was like regicide, so it was difficult for them to kill it.
An Qingli saw the hesitation of these bones and suddenly said: "If you don't want to kill the king, just leave. If you can hold on until now, you have both loyalty and righteousness."
Sure enough, as soon as he said these words, half of the army of bones dissipated.
"hateful!"
There are bones already out of anger.
That witch, that witch, without even using a single soldier, reduced the Qi family's army of hundreds of thousands to less than three thousand with just a word of mouth.
"Who are you?" White Bones roared angrily, "Show up and let me die in peace!"
The little ones quickly stopped: "Qingli doesn't want it! This is a way to provoke the general!"
Showing up now is tantamount to asking for death.
Those bones are too fierce, and they form a formation. The key is that they are too fast. Even the dragons in the late Mahayana period are difficult to deal with, let alone their Qingli family.
But the sky-high shouts filled the whole corridor: "Show up! Show up!"
This shout was full of violence and unyielding fighting spirit.
The golden dragon swung its beard and let out a loud roar, temporarily overwhelming the opponent's momentum. An Qingli then calmly said: "If I show up, will you admit defeat?"
"As long as you have the guts!" Some Bones shouted, "But we want to see living people, not these nondescript dead things!"
"...Okay!" An Qingli frowned.
"Qingli don't want it!" Hugging An Qingli's legs, Xiao Lingxi raised her big round eyes and tried to stop her, "They are deliberately tricking you, that's what... what..." Xiao Lingxi thought in a heartbreaking way.
, finally found the right word, "Yes, what kind of soldiers never tire of deceit!"
An Qingli raised her lips and raised her hand to touch Xiao Lingxi's head. Of course she knew that a soldier never tires of deceit.
Moreover, among the three thousand bones in front of us, it is inevitable that some are honest and some are treacherous.
But the next moment, a vivid An Qingli who could breathe and exhale, the beautiful An Qingli from the early Mahayana period, calmly appeared, riding on the back of the golden dragon, calm and proud.