A sharp spear suddenly appeared from the door, its tip flashing with a terrifying cold light.
"kill!"
A hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears, like rolling thunder echoing back and forth.
Wen Yi felt as if his head was being pricked by a needle, and he quickly adapted to it.
Compared to Wen Yi, Wu Ya and Fu Yun were already holding their heads with their hands, rolling on the ground in pain, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.
The pain is indescribable with words.
Crazy and irritating words rushed into my mind, roaring, tempting, screaming, shrill, crazy...
A simple word of "kill" can make a Yuanying realm monk abandon his armor and have no power to resist.
If the speaker appears in front of you, you can crush them all with just a slight lift of your hand.
Wen Yi looked up at the mighty black undead army emerging in the sky.
The undead army covering the sky exudes a chilling and terrifying aura.
Wen Yi felt cold all over, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.
"Why did General Shen Shui's undead army appear here?" Wu Ya, who fell to the ground, only felt two wars, and an uncontrollable fear arose in his heart.
"Army of the Undead." Fu Yun looked up at the sky, a blazing brilliance emitting from his deep eyes.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said to Wen Yi: "We are saved."
The predecessor of the Sealed Book was the Tiger Talisman that commanded the undead army.
Fu Yun is not a brainless person. He tried every means to get back the Book of Sealing just to get such an army to compete with Fu Zong.
Before Wen Yi could understand what was going on, she saw Fu Yun holding the book of seals in both hands to summon the undead army:
"I, in the name of General Shen Shui, order you to kill demons and demons. You can kill anyone I point at with my spiritual power."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yun's fingertips burst out with pure golden light, waving his fingers towards Wu Ya and the others.
"Don't be touched by spiritual power!" Wu Ya roared and formed a barrier to protect everyone within it. "These are the undead from the ruins of the God War. If you touch them, you will die!"
At this moment, Wen Yi finally got a chance to breathe.
She quickly got up and ran towards the shining place on the top of the mountain with long strides, opening her hand to grab the pieces of the Qianyuan Sword.
Sudden!
A sharp spear fell from the sky and pierced Wen Yi's head!
She was so frightened that she quickly stepped back, but her eyes were looking straight at the fragment, her brows furrowed.
Why did the undead stop him from getting the Qianyuan Sword fragments?
The person who threw the long hair was definitely not an ordinary soldier, he should have sunk into the water.
While thinking, Wen Yi looked up at the sky, and saw a young general wearing black and red armor with a purple pattern between his eyebrows rushing down like lightning.
As he got closer, Wen Yi realized that the young general looked very handsome.
No, it can even be said to be delicate.
He looks like a childish boy.
"Are you Shen Shui?"
Wen Yi didn't dare to act rashly.
She knew very well in her heart how powerful the other party was. Just the word 'kill' could make everyone fall into madness and despair. She was no match for him at all.
Shen Shui held a spear in his hand, his scarlet eyes fell on Wen Yi's storage bag, and then he lightly hooked his fingers.
"Zila——"
There was a big hole in the storage bag, and the two fragments of the Qianyuan Sword hidden inside flew towards him.
"That's my thing, give it back to me." Wen Yi's eyes turned cold. She stood up unsteadily, stretched out her hand towards Shen Sleep, and said word by word: "That's my thing, give it back to me."
Fu Yun was horrified and stunned when he saw this scene.
Is Wen Yi dying?!
Since she dares to snatch things from General Shen Shui at the ruins of the God War, is she crazy?
Wuya and others showed a gloating smile.
On this day, Gao Gaogao was so ignorant that he had the audacity to reach out to the owner of the God War ruins and ask for something. He was really risking his life.
"We don't need to take action, Wen Yi will definitely die."
A monk at the Golden Core Realm sneered in a low voice, with an evil light in his eyes.
"Hmph." Wuya's eyes were extremely mocking, "She brought it all on herself."
Wuya had suffered losses at the hands of Wen Yi, and was almost burned to ashes by the Phoenix. He just wished he could kill Wen Yi with his own hands.
However, when everyone thought that Wen Yi was about to die, Shen Shui suddenly said: "What is your relationship with His Royal Highness?"
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for tens of thousands of years, and speaking became extremely difficult and stagnant.
Wen Yi saw that he still maintained a certain degree of rationality, and felt relieved: "Shen Yu and I are friends, and I came to the ruins of the God War just for the fragments of the Qianyuan Sword."
"Friend, are you friends with His Royal Highness?" Shen Shui seemed to have heard something incredible.
The blood in his eyes instantly surged, his black armor oozed scarlet blood, his robes fluttered, and his whole person was in a state of madness:
"You are lying! Your Highness the Crown Prince has no friends. Anyone who lies will die."
He summoned a cherry-red spear from the void, gritted his molars, and said, "You can go die."
Depressed, cold, these words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, filled with pain and despair.
The blood-stained spear swallowed the tongue of fire and rushed towards Wen Yi with the power of destroying the world.
His speed is extremely fast, so fast that people cannot react at all. Even if he is in the Mahayana realm, he cannot dodge in such a short time.
Wen Yi closed her eyes almost in despair, but her body instinctively fled.
Even if there is a glimmer of hope, she will not give up.
"Hahahaha, God's evil can be forgiven, but one's own evil will not survive." Wuya laughed out loud when he saw Wen Yi's miserable state.
The next moment, he felt a terrifying, horrifying murderous aura coming from behind him.
He didn't know what he was hit by, and unspeakable pain burst out from his body. He watched helplessly as his body split in half!
Scarlet blood flowed all over the floor, and the internal organs fell to the ground. The whole scene was bloody and weird.
Everyone was stunned, including Fu Yun.
No one could see clearly what was going on. They could only hear the parchment repeating in horror: "Prince, Prince, Prince..."
This magical book belonging to the Qingyun Sword Sect fell to the ground and ran around as if it had grown legs.
When she saw that the raging flames were about to turn Wen Yi into ashes, Shen Yu suddenly appeared in front of her, standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He stretched out his hand to pull Wen Yi, who was shaking in the wind, into his arms, and at the same time, he fired a stream of spiritual power to resist the unstoppable raging flames.
The murderous storm surged around, and the blood-colored fog and black Yin Qi condensed into a mass that was indistinguishable between you and me. It was very similar to Shen Yu's own black and red spiritual power, but there were obvious differences.
Great changes.
Fu Yun and others were torn apart by this violent flow of spiritual power, feeling as if their bodies were about to break in half at any moment, and they hurriedly left the place where this was and was wrong.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Shen Shui couldn't believe it when he saw the person coming.
He looked at it steadily for a long time, and his scarlet eyes suddenly shed tears of blood, "Is it really you? His Royal Highness."