"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Bone Legion, listen to the call of my ancestor of the resentful spirits, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship to me!"
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The path of bones is winding and winding, and the end is vaguely visible, but it seems to have no end.
I don’t know how many turns I’ve turned and how many bones I’ve trampled, but everyone’s minds gradually relaxed.
Just when everyone began to feel irritable about the endless white bones path, the hazy mist on both sides of the path suddenly reflected a picture.
The picture is like cloth, undulating with the wind, hidden in the mist but emerging from time to time. It is a bit illusory, but also seems extremely real, as if it is a story that happened on this land, traveling through time and space, and is being performed around everyone.
Above the picture, inexplicable years and unknown eras, I can see that on a land filled with wind and sand, under the gloomy sky, countless people and horses are fighting. The war horses are neighing, and the war spears are flashing sharply.
With rays of light, countless sharp crossbow arrows pierced the sky, piercing the cold armor with bloody flowers, dyeing the sky red...
The person in front fell, and the people behind quickly made up for it without any hesitation or retreat; the soldier was cut into his arm by a sharp iron knife, and he used his other hand to strike out the next blow; the knight was struck by
The high-rotating crossbow arrow penetrated the chest and took the horse off. Before dying, he threw the war spear in his hand and penetrated the enemy in front...
The flash of swords and flying flesh turned this place into a hell, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and broken arms and limbs everywhere. The air was filled with pungent blood, and the ground was flowing with a dark red.
The war continues. I don’t know how many years have passed, and I don’t know how many springs and autumns have changed. The resentment of the dead soldiers continues to accumulate in the sky, and slowly condenses into a yellow river, separating the sky and the earth.
It was impossible to tell whether the ground in the picture was mud or blood. Xiao Yan and others seemed to smell the smell of blood from ancient times, which was so strong and nauseating.
The picture continues, changes, and lasts until night falls...
It was a windless and moonless night. Amidst the sounds of fighting, a gap silently opened in the sky, and a vague figure fell from the sky, stirring up resentment all over the sky.
The endless resentment seemed to have found an outlet, and it suddenly went crazy. From the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, from the resentment of both sides of the war, it was all poured into that blurry figure.
The blurry figure seemed to enjoy the endless resentment extremely. Amidst the countless air currents, only a pair of blood-colored eyes hung very conspicuously in the night sky, faintly revealing extreme madness.
The grievances in the sky gathered together due to the extreme rotation, and actually formed a huge tornado between the sky and the earth. A blurry figure was in the center of it, laughing wantonly. The laughter looked particularly weird in the dark night.
The sudden change attracted the attention of both warring parties. The moment they raised their heads, everyone was shocked. It seemed that this had cut through their cognition. Everyone forgot about the ongoing fighting, and the weapons in their hands fell down inadvertently.
All the war horses were trembling, their front hooves scratching the ground uneasily, looking extremely frightened.
After the blurred figure absorbed a large amount of resentment, it turned into a ferocious face. The face magnified infinitely, covering the entire sky, and roared downwards.
The roar was like thunder, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment reversed its direction and swept across the entire earth.
Bloody eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment was like a ghost possessing it, quickly turning into a resentful spirit, overwhelming everyone on both sides of the war, whether they were former comrades or enemies. Suddenly, the empty land was filled with wailing.
Countless souls became vaguely hideous and terrifying in the mist, seeming to be struggling in pain, but they could not escape being driven and rushed to the ground involuntarily.
Countless resentful spirits who were not afraid of swords rushed into the battlefield without any suspense. They saw that each soldier's flesh and blood quickly withered, leaving only bones and bones. The unwillingness before death turned into rising resentment and merged into the resentment army.
, the army of resentment grew at a snowballing speed, and despair permeated the entire land.
A peerless warrior recognized by the military looked at all this with sorrow in his eyes, but he still drew his sword and faced it, expecting a miracle to happen. However, countless resentments faced his blade and penetrated into his body, and the warrior's body suddenly
It became visibly wrinkled and completely lost its luster. The young face under the helmet instantly became wrinkled and pale, the body became rickety, the vitality of life dropped sharply, and he died tragically on the spot.
Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, the confidence of countless soldiers was completely destroyed. They could not understand why they did not die in the blood of the sword, but fell in humiliation on the body of the resentful spirit.
No one could explain all this. The resentful spirits roared through their bodies, and the warriors became stooped and trembling one by one, and the look in their eyes gradually dimmed.
Each one of them was getting old, until their life was exhausted, and then they fell off their mounts with a "plop", completely dying of old age, their unwilling resentment rising into the sky.
The same was true for their mounts. They were no longer strong and powerful, and were all skinny. After a while, they followed their masters away.
After a while, only countless corpses were left on the battlefield, which was too horrific to look at.
This scene is really frightening. Such a weird way of death, so many living lives turned into dust in the blink of an eye and disappeared completely, sending chills down the spines of Xiao Yan and others.
In mid-air, the ferocious face seemed satisfied. He opened his mouth and took a breath, swallowing all the endless resentment. However, his body did not grow but shrank, and slowly condensed into an illusory figure. Its powerful strength made the space shake.
Got up.
Not bothering to look at the countless dead bones below, the illusory figure looked at the sky and waved casually. Under the shocked eyes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together and piled up into a huge bone throne.
Drops of blood formed a stream.
The illusory figure raised its feet at will, stepped down, and ripples echoed under its feet. It had already arrived in front of the Bone Throne. The illusory figure sat down and turned around slowly. A pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and divine light pierced it.
In the direction of Xiao Yan and others.
The divine light in the blood-red eyes seemed to be real, and everyone felt a sense of tightness in their chests, and their hearts were extremely shocked. When they came back to their senses, they found that the path of bones had reached the end, and all the illusory scenes on both sides had disappeared. Everything returned to normal.
What he saw was a huge bone throne standing in the distance.
On the Throne of Bones, a figure turned his back to Xiao Yan and others, looking up at the sky. His moon-white clothes were fluttering in the wind, but both his clothes and his body seemed a bit illusory and unreal.
The figure wears a black shawl, and has a calm and elegant temperament. People can't associate it with the ferociousness and madness they saw in the picture before. Everyone even has the illusion that they are completely two people! But in front of them are the bones flowing with blood.
But Throne clearly told everyone that this person was definitely the person with the ferocious face in the picture.
The illusory figure did not react to the arrival of Xiao Yan and others. It was still staring into the distance, as if waiting for something...
Everyone was holding their weapons tightly, sweat dripping from their palms, and they couldn't decide what to do next for a moment.
In the night sky, an afterimage suddenly appeared, coming from the sky and cutting through the chaotic night.
Where the afterimage passed, the void became chaotic, and a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky, as red as blood. The moonlight was no longer as gentle as water, but looked down indifferently at the boundless world.
The blood moon is silent, and the ground is covered with frost. Under the blood moon's light, thousands of miles of Gobi Desert, thousands of miles of yellow sand, and lonely wasteland, the gray sky and the lead-yellow desert form a line, showing the desolation.
The illusory figure looked at the blood moon and sighed slightly. The cold moonlight spread all over the earth, but it seemed that it could not shine through the thousands of layers of gauze, unable to drive away the loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.
"Is that the single shadow and endless emptiness left behind by the endless life?" Xiao Yan thought secretly in his heart.
"The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows." The illusory figure stretched out its slender fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and dropped a line of words on the night sky, just like a lonely scholar, and then he slowly turned around
Come here.
When his eyes came into contact with everyone, the illusory figure changed! The blood-colored eyes suddenly became cold and ruthless, with a cold light flashing, and that arrogant and arrogant momentum suddenly burst out from his body, making everyone breathless.
Completely different temperaments, changing so quickly in the same person, shocked everyone and stunned them.
The illusory figure sat firmly on the bone throne, as if it were the king of the world. With a wave of his hand, countless resentful spirits appeared and knelt around him. The air within a radius of thousands of feet almost solidified into substance. The ferocious and terrifying faces of thousands of resentful spirits appeared in the almost substantial air.
It becomes clearer and clearer, and it is so distorted that it makes people feel chilled all over.
The illusory figure at this time is truly worthy of the Bone Throne, the real leader of the Legion of Wraiths, and the ruthless character in the picture who destroys the sky with his anger!
As for the loneliness before, maybe it was a thousand years of loneliness, maybe it was ten thousand years of loneliness, who knows?
"Master Xiao, do you think this guy has gone insane after being in this harsh environment for so long?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.
Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhan, speechless for a while.
This place was originally extremely weird. Everyone sweated, their hearts tightened, and their expressions were extremely solemn. After hearing Xiao Zhan's words, Ziying burst out laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.
At this moment, the illusory figure on the Bone Throne's face darkened.
, pointed at everyone from a distance, and the deep voice seemed to ring in everyone's ears.
"After fifty thousand years of loneliness, someone has finally arrived. Welcome to the land of resentment."
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky."
The illusory figure's tone suddenly became urgent, losing its previous calmness and becoming a little excited.
"Madman!" Xiao Zhan made another unceremonious comment.
"Tonight and even the dark night, the blood moon hangs in the sky. As the saying goes, the extremes of things must be reversed. It just suppresses my Yin body, making my strength less than usual. This is your good opportunity." The voice of the illusory figure became a bit hysterical.
stand up.
"However, the blessing of the blood moon is also the eternal night of resentful spirits and bones! This is your sorrow!"
"Flowers blooming with blood in the night sky are always the most beautiful gifts under the night sky. Dear guests, are you ready to dedicate this gift to me? Come on, have a taste of the banquet of my undead army!" The illusory figure
His eyes turned blood red, with a mad desire for blood.
"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. Army of White Bones, listen to the call of my ancestor of resentful spirits, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of your enemies to show your worship to me!"
The excited voice suddenly turned into a serious one, not angry but full of authority, showing the demeanor of a king.
"Your evaluation is really very pertinent." Xiao Yan turned his head and said to Xiao Zhan. This ancestor of the resentful spirit is absolutely a madman.
"Thank you for the compliment." Xiao Zhan accepted Xiao Yan's praise in full.
No one has ever discovered that Xiao Zhan's face is actually not thin, and it tends to become thicker and thicker as his strength rises.
"Why does your face look more and more like a shield?" Ziying wanted to go over and pinch Xiao Zhan's face, but found that his foot seemed to be pulled by something.
Looking down, Ziying's hair immediately stood on end, his whole body was terrified, and he screamed and jumped up.
I saw countless white skeletons struggling to crawl out from the ground, skeletal hands pulling unconsciously around everyone, the lower jaw of the skull opening and closing, and dots of phosphorescent light rising from the skeletons. The whole scene seemed extremely strange and strange.
fear.
"Leap into the air." Xiao Yan warned, then he lowered his waist and raised his knees, his bone wings vibrated sharply, and drew countless extremely sharp light blades. Wherever the light blades touched, white bones flew like shreds of paper.
A large piece fell down.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yan dodged another group of skeletons with their skeletal hands stretched out on the ground. His wings flapped and he was already in mid-air. Looking down, he saw countless densely packed bones staggering up from the ground.
Ziying's beauty had long since faded, and Zhen Ni stretched out her slender hand to hold Xiao Yan's arm, trembling slightly, and everyone's brows were furrowed.
A whirlwind blew up in the desert, rolling up the yellow sand. Countless white bones kept pouring out from the ground, like countless wrinkles of sand and stones, and like solid waves, extending to the black horizon in the distance.
The connection between heaven and earth still has no end.
Under the dark night, pale skeletons were covered in broken armor, holding ancient weapons in their hands, looking up at the people in the sky. There was no fluctuation of life, and a blood moon shone coldly, making the scene stand out.
The skeleton seemed to be stained with wet blood, which was shocking.
Xiao Yan and the others watched all this from mid-air and couldn't help but look at each other. They felt that all this was too unreal. They were stunned and looked anxious and worried.
"Damn, there are so many. A brothel sells meat but you sell bones." Xiao Zhan couldn't hold it in any longer and uttered a curse word that turned everyone to stone.
"Fortunately, although there are many skeletons below, they are unconscious and do not feel the fluctuations of life. It should not be difficult for us to capture the thief first." Le Shaolong is the most attentive and always makes timely suggestions at the right time.
Judging from the fluctuations in the fighting spirit of the Ancestor of the Wraith Spirit, he should be at the level of a six-star peak Dou Emperor. If he can get up close, winning may not be too difficult.