From the palace gate to the main hall, five undead spirits were killed when they saw people. The guards and maids in the palace were basically evacuated, and only some lonely people were left to be killed by the undead.
Suddenly, a cold wind hit, stopping the undead and fighting against five undead with one man's strength.
Five undead besieged Ye Chen together, their eyes were empty, but their actions were extremely accurate.
There is only one consciousness in my mind. In the west, I will kill a woman with an eighth level of cultivation at all costs. The person who blocks the way will die. This is the consciousness conveyed to them by the master.
Ye Chen's face was pale, but his figure stood proudly like a lonely pine. His hair was flying, his clothes were flying, and countless ice icy came over the sky and the earth, stopping the dead.
He only remembers how he transformed into Bingling, strange and familiar, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.
With a loud rumbling sound, the flowers, plants and trees around seemed to have suffered a blizzard and were in ruins.
The undead's eyes moved, and large swaths of flames immediately bloomed around them.
The violent collision between ice and fire.
The ice melted and quickly turned into water mist. The surroundings suddenly fell into a mist, and they couldn't see their five fingers.
After a while, Ye Chen gradually lost his opponent, and his blood and energy were disordered. Only one belief was supported by him, and she could not be in danger.
However, the undead used his breath to determine the living person and easily found Ye Chen's location.
With a bang, a powerful airflow swept and Ye Chen hit the sky-high stone pillar.
The huge impact force and the powerful illusion power of the undead almost made him feel unconscious, and his meridians were severely damaged, so he could not exert any strength.
He spitted out a mouthful of fishy and sweet blood, and the dizziness became stronger and stronger. He felt death and some blurry fragments flashed through his mind.
"Ye Chen, I am Luo Wanqing, remember, you love me..."
"Ye Chen, Han Yue Qiongying killed our father and had an irreconcilable hatred with us. You lurked by Han Yue Qiongying for ten years just to kill Han Yue Qiongying..."
"Ye Chen, you have lost your memory now, but you can't forget your mission, kill Han Yue Qiongying and Wuxin, you go back and kill Han Yue Qiongying..."
The undead's claws stretched to his neck, about to kill his last breath.
Ye Chen didn't know whether he was unable to resist or was thinking too much, as if he couldn't see the undead coming. He knew that even if the undead didn't kill him, he would die soon.
He was trying his best to recall, searching for those lost fragments, and pieced them together, gradually, as if he saw a girl wearing a black cloak coming, her eyes were bottomless, and the ancient well was not waved...
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and ice grew on the ground, as if it was sinking into the snow and ice.
The undead's claws stopped, and Bingling pierced its hand, and the extremely dark red blood fell to the ground drop by drop.
With a bang, the undead was dumped out.
The other four undead's eyes turned, and they noticed the visitor and immediately transferred their target to the visitor.
A lilac robe stands in the wind, a pair of endless black phoenix eyes and blood-wrought red lips, unparalleled and extremely cold.
A trace of violence flashed in his eyes, cold and cold.
Five undead were trembling, and the consciousness in their minds was clamoring, and there was only one image, kill!
Large areas of flames bloomed, melting the ice, and pounced towards the shadows like evil ghosts.
The shadow of the dome was still moving, the purple sleeves were raised, and countless ice walls blocked the flames that were coming to face.
But it cannot stop the undead's footsteps.
Their skin was slightly red, and their phantom power rose to its peak, and they killed her at all costs!