Thunder Martial

"Let's go, what are you doing here?"

Mo Xiyan's impatient voice sounded, and Zi Chen noticed that everyone had started to move forward.

He followed, but his mood fluctuated greatly.

The world is filled with the coercion of the Holy Lord, which makes many people feel uncomfortable, so everyone's speed is not fast.

In such a place, no one knows what dangers are waiting for everyone.

Before moving forward for a quarter of an hour, Mo Wudu said: "There is no danger here, everyone speed up."

Those Demon Snake Guards went in early, and they were gone by now, and Mo Wudu was obviously in a hurry.

Therefore, everyone accelerated their progress.

At this moment, Zi Chen, although he was advancing with everyone, his soul power dissipated early.

He hadn't seen the battle scene back then, but he could still imagine it after seeing the bones.

In this place alone, many saints died in battle.

Those tall withered bones, each had the realm of the Holy One during their lifetime.

With the continuous attempts of those demons, one after another withered bones exhausted their last strength, and then dissipated.

Because of the difference in remaining power, some demons flew upside down, some were injured, and finally died.

Zichen's soul power spread all around, watching those dead bones disappear, his heart was very heavy, even more tragic.

He was obviously dead in battle, and obviously lost any consciousness, but he could still sense the breath of the demons and launch the final attack.

What kind of belief is this, even if it has lasted for countless years, it still lingers.

The unwillingness of those withered bones before dying made Zi Chen unable to calm down for a long time.

He looked up at the sky, this place has been sealed for countless years, he somewhat believes that the demon god exists in the world, because I am afraid that only the demon god has such powerful power and means to kill all the saints of the spirit race, and then completely seal this place .

Because if there is no ban, even if these saints die, for the demons in the world, this place will be a place where there is no return.

Even the saints who died in battle here may be transformed into war spirits and enter the demon world to fight until the last one dies.

This is the ancestors of the Spirit Race back then.

Their belief in exterminating demons is unstoppable, even if they die in battle, the fighting spirit of exterminating demons is still immortal!

No opportunity has been found so far, and the snake guards have already suffered casualties, which made the leaders in front a little annoyed, so they signaled everyone not to think about these dead bones again.

After seeing the dry bones, everyone deliberately walked around.

"Why is there only the Spirit Race and no Demon Race Saints? Looking at the chaos of the battlefield, shouldn't only the Spirit Race Saints die in battle?"

Zi Chen, who was moving forward, suddenly discovered the problem.

Judging from the current situation, there has not been a single corpse of a demon sage.

In fact, those Demon Snake Guards also noticed the problem at the beginning, but they still wanted to try, just to see if they could find an opportunity.

But apparently without success.

As Zi Chen kept moving forward, a dead bone finally appeared in his vision.

It was a human being, standing on the messy land, holding a broken sword in his hand, and staring up at the sky.

The other half of the weapons were inserted on the ground alone.

He is just an ordinary human being, and his stature is not tall, but he stands there, like a small independent world, and all the passing demons deliberately avoid it.

No one dared to step forward.

Mo Wu looked at the scene ahead alone, frowning.

And beside him, the demonic beast let out a vigilant growl.

"avoid!"

Hesitating again and again, Mo Wudu said indifferently, obviously not wanting to seek bad luck.

It is obvious that there is no chance, if he is injured like other people again, the loss outweighs the gain.

There is no need to fight with a corpse blocking the way.

At this moment, an exclamation sounded.

"Why are you going? My lord told me to avoid it, didn't you hear me?"

It was Mo Xiyan's voice, and he was looking at Zichen angrily at this moment.

And Zi Chen walked forward step by step, heading straight for the corpse.

Others also noticed this scene, and their expressions changed.

Mo Xiyan wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Mo Wudu. Since someone is looking for death, he is naturally willing to watch.

And it's just a mere eight stars, it can't ruin the overall situation.

Zi Chen walked forward, he didn't have to be so conspicuous, but after approaching this place, he felt a call.

This call is not strong, and it is intermittent, and it will not affect Zi Chen's soul. Like everyone else, Zi Chen can avoid it directly, and there is no problem.

But after thinking about it, the saint died tragically in a different world, and there was not even a body collector.

The only remaining bones have been in this area for a long time, maybe there is some unfulfilled wish.

So, he walked forward, even if it seemed so different at this moment.

He came to the dry bones.

In the surrounding area, other people held their breath, because according to the normal situation, as long as they get closer, the anomaly of dry bones will be triggered, ranging from flying upside down, to being injured or even dying.

Zi Chen kept moving forward, and as it approached, the call became more and more intense.

He came to the dry bones, and the distance between the two sides was only one punch.

There was an uproar in the rear, because according to the previous scenes, Zichen should have triggered the abnormality long ago.

Zi Chen looked at the dry bones in front of him, said offended in his heart, and then reached out and touched the shoulders of the dry bones.

The next moment, the dry bones began to vibrate, and countless rays of light burst out, dazzling.

Some demons closed their eyes subconsciously, obviously it was about to explode.

But then, the call came again.

Because Zi Chen was not blown away, those released rays of light gathered in front of Zi Chen, which had no lethal power, but turned into a shining bead.

"Although I, Jiantong and his wife, entered the Demon Realm to behead twelve Demon Lords, we will end our troops here today, and we will die without regret! Qiaoer, wait for me for a moment, and I will come to accompany you right away. However, my husband and wife The Spirit Race swordsmanship of the two will disappear in the Demon Realm, which is really a great pity for the Spirit World! I leave the strongest swordsmanship of my husband and wife in this life, and wait for someone who is destined to get it from the Spirit Race!"

Just as the light condensed, a voice came into Zi Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

It was left by the dead bones many years ago, and it was also his last wish before he died in battle.

Zichen was a little shocked, the couple are both holy venerables, and they actually killed twelve demons, which shows how extraordinary their combat power is?

But why is there no corpse?

Why is there only the corpse of the Spirit Race Saint?

The dead bones in front had disappeared, and there was a ball of light in Zi Chen's hand, which was filled with strong sword intent.

This is the sword technique left in front of the sword boy.

In the world of the holy spirit, this is the ancient swordsmanship.

"You're lucky, bring the things here and show me."

Mo Wudu's laughter sounded.

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