Invincible Emperor Summoning System

The passage is very long and extends inward.

The passage was dark and silent, as if there was a big mouth swallowing everything in the darkness.

The three of Yue Chen floated forward slowly like ghosts, avoiding making any noise as much as possible.

Walking to the end of the corridor, the three of them hid at the corner and looked inside silently.

This is a dark and huge hall, with corpses lying in the hall, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The hall was silent, Yue Chen could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

"Yue Chen, look..." The little fat man suddenly pointed his finger in a direction in the hall.

In the corner of the hall, dust was scattered all over the place.

In the deep darkness, the corpses there were still bleeding.

"The corpse of the Magic Eagle Clan." Yue Chen whispered.

There were no fewer than thirty corpses of the Magic Eagle Clan, and it was unknown where the rest of the Eagle Clan went.

The little fat man said in a low voice, with a serious look in his eyes, and his voice became heavy: "It's a bit weird. The way these people of the Magic Eagle Clan died is too strange."

"Go, go up and have a look." Yue Chenyi was bold, he landed slowly, and walked forward slowly.

Then he turned over the body of an eagle-human clan. Although it had the face of an eagle, the face was very distorted, as if he had encountered something terrible when he was about to die.

The little fat man suddenly pointed to the wound, took a breath, and said in a heavy voice, "The wound is a tooth mark."

The tooth mark was on the throat, and the little fat man stretched out his hand to probe the wound, and then said with a dark face: "It's so strong the power of death. Yue Chen, we're afraid we're going to be in trouble, unless we withdraw now. "

On the side, Wang Xiaozhu said word for word: "It can't be, there are dead creatures."

When he said this, Wang Xiaozhu instinctively leaned towards Yue Chen's side, as if he was very afraid of the so-called dead creatures.

The little fat man's face was very solemn, and he shouted in a deep voice: "There is nothing wrong with it. This is a wound caused by a dead creature. I am very familiar with the power of death remaining on it."

Yue Chen shouted: "Be clear, what is a dead creature?"

The little fat man said: "Let me make a long story short. Dead creatures, after death, are dominated by unwilling will and climb out of hell again. If they have bodies, their bodies will combine with unwilling will to become terrifying zombies .

If they don't have a body, they will turn into a cloud of dark energy and wander in the world. You could call them ghosts. "

Zombie? ghost?

Yue Chen's eyes widened: "Is there such a thing in this world?"

"There are... a lot!" The little fat man replied, "When I entered the Yin Mansion, I encountered quite a few. But it was just formed, even if it took a little longer, it would not be a big threat to me. "

"Oh..." Yue Chen said, "Then why are you afraid of the dead creatures here?"

The little fat man darkened his face and said in a deep voice: "Generally speaking, the longer the time for a dead creature, the more energy it absorbs.

In addition, the stronger the existence, the stronger the dead creature after death.

Yue Chen, think about it, how many years ago things are buried here, if they become dead creatures, how terrible it would be. "

Yue Chen heard that when the little fat man said such words, his teeth chattered subconsciously.

"No!" Yue Chen shook his head, not being frightened by the little fat man, and said calmly, "If the dead creatures are really scary according to what you said, there are not so many Eagle-human corpses here, but many... "

"Huh?" These words made the little fat man's pale face recover a little bit, then he nodded and said, "There is another way of saying that... the abilities of dead creatures have an upper limit.

Each dead creature has a different ability cap. Some upper limit is the king of war, and some upper limit is the king of war. Some are emperors of war, and some are gods of war.

Perhaps, what they encountered was an existence whose upper limit was not high.

But Yue Chen, I can tell you. This place seems to be very large in scale. Generally, after one dead creature exists, it is easy for a second and third to appear...

Can you guarantee that the upper limit of each dead creature is within our tolerance?

I don't know how long it has been here, but I can conclude that every dead creature has reached their upper limit.

Just in case, I mean just in case... you say what should we do. "

The expression in Yue Chen's eyes was uncertain.

The little fat man looked at Yue Chen, waiting for his decision. In the final analysis, the little fat man is also greedy, and now he is probably fighting with greed in his mind.

Wang Xiaozhu shouted: "Afraid of wool, not just a few dead things, the magic eagle tribe is not afraid, if we are afraid, we will lose the face of the human race.

Yue Chen, do you think so? "

"That's right!" Yue Chen grinned, "Since this place is so big, it's very likely that there are good things buried there. If you're afraid of death, why come to the Immortal Demon Battlefield? Of course, you have to find some good things when you come here.

Also, don't forget, we have pathfinders. "

There were Magic Eagle clan scouting the way ahead, which reassured the three of them a lot.

Even if they encountered any danger, the members of the Magic Falcon Clan would die first.

Looking at the situation now, the members of the Magic Eagle Clan have not died out, so there is no major danger for the time being.

Finally, when they really encountered danger, whether or not those members of the Magic Falcon Clan could block the danger for them would not be considered for now.

To go deep into the battlefield of immortals and demons, one must have a desperate consciousness.

Yue Chen put away the bodies of the Ying people.

The little fat man asked curiously: "Yue Chen, what are you doing?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Yue Chen responded lightly, then stepped on the thunderbolt, and quickly put away all the Yingren corpses.

After a while, all the bodies disappeared.

The little fat man finally came to his senses, stared at Yue Chen and roared angrily: "Yue Chen, you... you are so boring, you don't even leave us a hair..."

The feathers of these magic eagles are extremely valuable, and the feathers and feather fans they make can be sold for sky-high prices.

Moreover, many of them still have storage rings on their hands, so it is conceivable that the treasures are still kept.

Thinking of this, the little fat man wished he could bump his head to the ground.

"No, Yue Chen... If you are so greedy, we will break up, and I will quit." The little fat man gritted his teeth, blushing and furious.

Yue Chen thought about it, and it was indeed thanks to the little fat man that he found this place.

"Here, here you are." Yue Chen took out two corpses of the Magic Eagle Clan and handed them to the fat man.

"Only two?" The little fat man was dissatisfied.

"How much more do you want?" Yue Chen stared angrily.

"That's enough... that's enough..." The little fat man was timid, and secretly thought that he had to take a long-term view. Now that there are two corpses as spoils of war so quickly, the harvest is also great.