Lord of the People: Start Summoning Black and White Impermanence

Chapter 295 The Arrival of the Undead
"Well, I can rest assured that you do things. In addition, the layout is still necessary. Be ready to call me at any time."

"Yes."

After finishing the communication, Yang Jian also took the two of them into the cave.

As for the formation outside, the level of the main god, the same goal by different routes, it is not difficult to enter without alarm.

Inside the cave, it was very dark.

But after all, they are gods, and for them, seeing clearly is not a problem.

And in between.

"Second brother."

Nezha frowned.

Yang Jian waved his hand to tell him not to speak.

His face became more and more tense.

Bloody smell.

Moreover, with their perception, they could tell that it was the smell of human blood.

Although it was brought here by the wind from afar, I am afraid that there is still some distance from the destination point.

You can smell the smell of blood, it is hard to imagine how many people died here.

And there are too many things that can be caused by blood.

Every thing, Yang Jian and the orthodox gods are extremely disgusted.

"Come on."

It can't be explained that the speed of travel has accelerated a bit.

After half a sound.

Turned a corner again.

"uncle!"

Chen Xiang couldn't help exclaiming, but fortunately Yang Jian had already cut off the sound in advance.

Nezha's eyes were already filled with anger.

Yang Jian's frown suddenly faded away.

But in his hand, a three-pointed two-edged knife appeared.

In front of you, there is a pool.

The scope is very wide, it is hard to imagine that such a large pool will appear in a cave.

And on the edge of the pool, there are skeleton soldiers, who are constantly transporting some people.

living people.

Although he was knocked out, he could clearly see his chest rising and falling.

And after being transported there, it reached the edge of the pool.

One by one, the skeleton soldiers raised their knives and cut off their heads.

"Pfft!"

The body trembled, and then a large amount of blood sprayed out, some of which splashed on the bright red ground that had already been dyed.

Some of the slain skeleton soldiers swayed, at least, the bones that should have been white at the moment seemed to have been soaked red.

And the skeleton soldier's face was full of enjoyment.

Of course, more of them poured directly into the pool, adding a bit of redness to the blood pool that seemed to be seeping people at first.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the body, including the head, was thrown aside, on a formation pattern shining with a faint red light.

There were a group of skeleton vicious dogs, which rushed up and bit them. In a few moments, they were completely dismembered, leaving a skeleton.

Afterwards, the pattern below flickered for a moment, and streaks of red light poured directly into the bones.

A few moments.

The skeleton moved, and the white-looking arm lifted up, grabbed the head on one side, and pressed it suddenly.

Then he stood up, and a flame of death had already ignited in the empty eye sockets.

He seemed to have completely lost his memory, completely forgetting who killed him, and bowed to the skeleton soldier responsible for the killing.

Then some ran to one side to assist the rest of the skeleton soldiers and transport the human body.

Some ran towards the outside, not knowing what to do, but looking at the blade handed to them, one could see that it might not be a good thing.

The whole set, the assembly line project, even formed a closed loop.

The skeleton general sent over looked at this and nodded slightly.

"Speed ​​up, my god asks, within three days, fill up this pool of blood."

"Yes!"

There was a somewhat penetrating echo.

"Second brother."

Even Nezha gave a soft cry.

It's not that he has never seen the process of killing. Anyway, the two armies are fighting each other, and each is the master, and life and death are at the mercy of fate.

To die is to die.

Like this, slaughtering people like pigs and sheep, and then converting the killed people into his own people, he has never seen it before, and he can't agree with it!
Yang Jian didn't speak, and communicated with Wang Jie, as if he was suddenly taken aback when he heard something.

Then made a gesture.

As for Nezha, when they saw the gesture, their eyes also became stern.

Outflank the past towards both sides.

next moment.

Followed by Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged sword.

The silver glow flickered.

"kill!"

Nezha and Chen Xiang also shouted loudly without hesitation.

The violent breath erupted, suppressing the Quartet, making it impossible for all personnel to escape.

With a weapon in hand, he directly slashed at the skeleton soldiers one by one.

And this time.

"Who!"

The skeleton general shouted sharply, holding a big knife.

But the next moment.

Yinmang also came close to him.

"Stab!"

The head was chopped off.

But the sparks in the eyes jumped for a moment, and the opening and closing of the mouth seemed to have a little sarcasm.

Without any pause, he raised his palm and took it towards Yang Jian's chest who was rushing towards him.

But the next moment, the whole body trembled.

There seemed to be a little fear in the sparks.

"Oh!"

Yang Jian glanced coldly at the skeleton body that was constantly exploding.

Then more attention was placed on the blood pool.

He could feel that there might be a not-so-simple existence hidden in the pool of blood.

"You shouldn't be here!"

Suddenly, there was a flat voice.

Chen Xiang and Nezha, who could be said to have been slaughtered directly, stood on end.

His pupils froze suddenly and looked into the pool of blood.

At some point, a seat appeared on the blood pool.

There are thick tubes like blood vessels extending from the seat.

Falling into the pool of blood, it continuously devoured the blood in the pool of blood.

On the seat, the phantom that seemed to exist, but also seemed to exist, also became clearer as the blood swallowed it down.

It is the demon god of death.

And that aura that was revealed made Yang Jian's face turn cold even more.

At least it is a middle-level main god, and even can compete with a high-level main god.

Did not wait to say anything.

"I didn't want to conflict with you, but unfortunately, I can't let you destroy my affairs."

The Necromancer raised his hand.

The whole space trembled and turned into pieces, as if it was crowding out the undead demon god.

But before touching the Necromancer Demon God, the fragments split apart again, turning into powder and disappearing.

The entire space, as if a hole had been pierced directly, appeared to be very empty.

Simultaneously.

The demon god of death also came in front of Yang Jian.

Palm pressed.

"ended!"

This palm is like the sky.

Yang Jian's hand holding the three-pointed and two-edged knife tightened, and his violent aura burst out.

However, the body seemed to have lost its vitality, and there was no movement at all.

I could only watch helplessly as my palms fell.

"Second brother!"

"uncle!"

Nezha and Chen Xiang let out a roar, but their bodies also seemed not to be their own, unable to move.

"Boom!"

"It is indeed over."

There was a sneering laugh.

The Necromancer frowned.

Simultaneously.

The pressed palm has already exploded.

Even a force, along the palm, is the impact.

In an instant, the Necromancer trembled suddenly.

"Oh!"

Half of the body exploded.

There are also a large number of skeleton soldiers, and the bones are blown to pieces.

At the same time, the figure of the undead demon god has returned to the throne.

(End of this chapter)