Shenxing Wuji's guess was correct. Wang Shiquan and Dongfang Changkong almost roared back to Mingdu. Moreover, after the transmission failed and after seeing the disaster in Jiancheng through Tianyou's Skynet system, Wang Shiquan almost roared back to Mingdu.

Going crazy.

With the leader's order in hand, Wang Shiquan tried again, but failed. This can only mean that the secret teleportation hall on the main mountain of Sword Saint Mountain has been destroyed. Now it is impossible to return to Sword Saint Mountain immediately. It is not surprising that Wang Shiquan did not teleport.

Consider the scroll. After all, no one would have the luxury to use a super-long-distance teleportation scroll to travel, and Wang Shiquan himself did not have a super-distance teleportation scroll, and even the few teleportation scrolls he had before were consumed. For them who usually rush on the road, Yu

Sword flying is enough.

Or Dongfang Changkong thought of it. After all, he was from the royal family and had a lot of money. After disappearing for a minute with a slight frown, Dongfang Changkong came back.

"Brother Wang, these are ten teleportation scrolls, which are enough for us to teleport to the Sword Saint Mountain." In fact, even if God bless the royal family, these ten teleportation scrolls are all. This is what the royal family uses to save their lives.

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Wang Shiquan was stunned. He never expected that God Bless the Royal Family would help him at the critical moment.

"Brother Changkong, this!" This favor is too big. A teleportation scroll is almost worth a life.

"It's important to hurry up. This is a catastrophe blessed by God. Sword Saint Mountain cannot afford to make any mistakes!"

"Brother Changkong, I, the Sword Saint Mountain, owe you a favor!" Each person took five scrolls and activated the scroll instantly. A pulling force appeared in the space and sent the two of them thousands of miles away. Another space fluctuation appeared, and the figures flickered again.

After using conscious control for the third time, Wang Shiquan first appeared 10 miles east of Sword City, and Dongfang Changkong appeared in Sword City by chance. Both of them stared at the vast landscape of Sword Saint Mountain.

Shan Heiqi looked at the empty city of Jiancheng with his eyes.

And when the time went back two minutes, Juggernaut Mountain was suffering from the biggest crisis in thousands of years. All the people who were still alive in Juggernaut Mountain were facing the crisis of being transformed into undead. Not to mention the servants, except for the servants with higher strength.

While still resisting, the remaining servants were all transformed into undead. At this moment, some were attacking the low-level outer disciples crazily, while others were driven towards the main mountain.

Among the elites of the Sword Saint Mountain who are still on the main mountain, except Han Yaozun, Zongshuai, and Emperor Ling, the three skinny camels are bigger than horses and can resist with a little ease, some of the other disciples' sword fields have flickered in and out, and some have

One of his legs has turned into a mummy, and there are still three remaining dying Zaiji. They can't even self-destruct. At this moment, they can only resist desperately in humiliation, but even so, they can't fight against that

An inexplicable and frightening black energy penetrated.

"Ah...I'm not willing to give in!" After the piercing cry, a mass of black energy lingered and wrapped around the body. When the unblinking eyes were completely transformed into two holes of will-o'-the-wisps, a grim undead skeleton was born.

Perhaps because the unwillingness in his mind was still fighting against the black energy, the skeleton looked sluggish. However, after a few breaths, the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes turned red, and the beloved sword that was originally guarding the Sword Saint Mountain finally came to a standstill.

Targeting a disciple next to him who was struggling to resist.

"Master! Master!" The disciple who had only reached the realm of fusion and whose sword domain was already in danger screamed heartbreakingly. This skeleton was clearly his master ten breaths ago, but now...

He didn't pay any attention to his disciple's miserable screams.

A silver-white long sword thrust in, and a red sword tip thrust out!

The sword realm collapsed and was enveloped in black energy.

Less than ten breaths later, another undead skeleton was born!

"What a tragedy! What a tragedy in the world!" Han Yaozun murmured to himself. He claimed to be a medicine lord who saved the world and saved people. But at this moment, he could only cover his chest. He was feeling stuffy and panicked. Could it be that the law of heaven is clear?

Can no one cure this song stiffness?

However, who else in the entire Sword Saint Mountain can save the situation? Who can stop all this? The majestic Sword Saint Mountain, unexpectedly, was defeated by a necromancer. What a shame, what a shame!

The more Han Yaozun thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more uncomfortable he felt. He just felt that there was resentment in his chest, and he really couldn't express it.

"Pa!" A large mouthful of black blood suddenly turned pale. A master of medicine who had reached the highest level was so angry that he became even sicker!

"Korean Medicine Master!" Zong Shuai was anxious!

"Deputy Head!" Emperor Ling also breathed a sigh of relief!

However, now that thousands of horses and horses are in silence on the Sword Saint Mountain, how can it be so miserable!

"There's no hope. I'm going to become an undead. I'd better commit suicide!" Many inner disciples who were alive because of good luck almost collapsed. They watched their uncles die, watched their masters self-destruct, and...

Watching his fellow apprentices turn into undead and raise their swords, Sword Saint Mountain, the holy land that he was proud of before, turned into a tomb of death at this moment.

"Haha, you are all going to die and you are all going to pay the price!" Ge Zheng was laughing wildly. He watched the skeletonized disciples besieging the master who was still breathing, and watched the master turn into an undead and slaughter the disciples mercilessly.

This human tragedy finally made him feel comfortable.

"Junior brother, don't do stupid things, hold on!" Some senior brothers couldn't help shouting as they watched their junior brother raise his sword tremblingly.

"Senior Brother Yan, there is no hope, my leg has already broken into bones!" His face was pale, and two lines of tears fell uncontrollably. His back had been wet for a long time, but this junior brother still maintained his posture at this moment.

With the demeanor of a disciple of the Sword Saint Mountain, he did not scream in pain. However, one of his swords was already trembling across his neck. Suicide requires courage! Especially when the undead are transformed,

He has to cut off his entire head to prevent himself from turning into an undead skeleton.

Seeing his junior brother's hand holding the sword tighter and tighter, Senior Brother Yan, who was in a trance state, shed painful tears.

"Master, where are you?" At this moment, only this God-blessed person can give them some courage.

Ge Zhan continued to laugh wildly. He had already felt that most of the people were hiding in the main mountain and the back mountain. Now, at least half of the people have been transformed by the undead. Haha, wait until they are all transformed before absorbing them.

Although you will lose a lot of power, you will not have those people's strong obsession, and you will be able to return to the ground.

"Haha, Sword Saint Mountain, you should have thought of today when you intercepted and killed me on the road a thousand years ago!" It turns out that the biggest root cause of the matter is here. Thousands of years ago, although the Tianyou Dynasty took the lead, in Gezhang fled

On the way, he met a disciple of Sword Saint Mountain who was a chivalrous and self-proclaimed disciple. That time, Sword Saint Mountain's sharpness almost killed Ge Zhan. Therefore, Ge Zhan will remember this grudge for thousands of years.

"Wuji, he is laughing wildly? What should we do?" Aya's heart was uneasy. Although she believed in the man in front of her, the gap between the two was really too big, especially with the current divine behavior.

Wuji was weaker than when he was in Wutong City before. For a moment, Aya lost consciousness. How could she be so obsessed that she actually brought him back? If she had just charged in with force, it might not have been impossible.

Escape through the secret road in the back mountain.

"Wait, let me feel it again!" Yes, why Shen Xing Wuji dared to risk his life and death and return back was not because of the tragedy of Sword Saint Mountain. It was not like he had never seen anything worse than this. Although it was very

He sympathizes with the Sword Saint Mountain. Although he is also a member of the Sword Saint Mountain, Shenxing Wuji is self-aware. However, just when Ge Zheng was exerting his black energy with all his strength, he clearly felt the depleted core around his body.

The automatically generated strand of black thread was trembling.

Last time, it seemed that this wisp of black silk had saved him. What exactly was it? It was because of this black silk that he had not yet figured out, and it was very likely that Wang Shiquan was on his way back, so he acted with impunity.

It's back again. Moreover, there is an uncontrollable impulse in his heart, that is, he wants to let out this strand of black silk and put it on Ge Zhan's body. He always feels that this will bring him a great opportunity. But he doesn't

Know what this is.

He only knows that in the Blood Sky Continent, there is a legend that one thing subdues another. Even because of the conflict, even if the power level is quite different, he still has a strong ability to restrain himself. He does not have the light attribute and has never learned it.

The Holy Court's so-called sacred spiritual arts or purifying spiritual arts, thunder and fire have a check and balance effect on Ge Zheng, but they are far from each other. Instead, it is this wisp of black thread that is strangely important.

Follow your heart, this is what Shen Xing Wuji is about to do. This intuition has saved him countless times.

"Yu!" Forcing out this strand of black thread, Shenxing Wuji seemed to be controlling the energy of the golden edge. At a clever angle, he shot this strand of black thread at the corner of the ruins of the main hall, which he still couldn't figure out.

!

"Huh? It's you two again! Are you here to die?" Ge Zheng controlled the whole place, so if there was any change, he noticed it immediately. Moreover, because Shen Xing Wuji had such a profound impact on him

So much so that he had some scruples about this kid.

"Shenxing Wuji?" The shocked voices came from Han Yaozun and Zong Shuai.

"It's actually him? He didn't run away?" The disciples of Sword Saint Mountain who knew Shenxing Wuji were extremely surprised. Among them was Hua Feng.

"This fool, why doesn't he run away? Why is he still staying in Juggernaut Mountain when he's like that? He actually brought Miss Aya to die with him?" This is Fang Qing. They are all lucky and haven't been killed yet.

The undead are transformed. However, they are not far away from death.

"Hey, it's a pity. The boss said he has good talent, but his brain is broken! He is also dragging Aya down!"

Zong Shuai is very depressed. In fact, he still hasn't looked away deep down in his heart to this day. However, he also knows that there is no way to force feelings...

Ge Zhan smiled cruelly. Although he had some scruples, he was indifferent even when it appeared in front of him. That was too inconsistent with his code of conduct today.
Chapter completed!