Ying Muyu's eyes were shining and said, "Last time you and I fell into a dream and fought, at the last moment, you suddenly released the corpse of the undead and caught me off guard. I learned from my mistakes and naturally had some precautions. Are you sure you should start from here?"

Chen Lianhehe: "I seem to be looking for death after hearing what you said."

Ying Muyu narrowed his eyes slightly and comforted him with kind words: "It is best not to set any rules or restrictions for himself when fighting with me, just let go of his hands and feet."

"You are not sincere now." Chen Lian curled his lips and his expression became serious. "How many people can't do anything to you, so I came to a conclusion..."

"oh?"

Ying Muyu raised his eyebrows.

Chen Lian took a deep breath and said decisively: "Only true power can defeat you, and there is no other way."

Ying Muyu was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter: "This is a real insight! Don't blame me for being too frank. Those people's so-called conspiracy, insidious, cunning, unscrupulous, vicious, righteous, and all kinds of crazy actions. In fact, it is all the rest of me who play with me and is not worth laughing at. Only by being absolutely powerful can we compete with me."

"There are many people who understand this truth, but unfortunately they all underestimated your strength." Chen Lian licked his lips, and the endless fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

"You are the best whetstone I have won the world..."

Chen Lian slowly raised his hand with a flash of eyes, and white flames suddenly surged into the palm of his palm, swaying and burning, reflecting his face a bit gloomy and terrifying.

Then, a ball of hell fire as big as a fist spurt out and landed on the ground.

The white flames were dancing, as if they were dancing, burning wildly.

The ground is white and it quickly condenses into freezing.

Ying Muyu's eyes are certain!

Suddenly, a huge mammoth corpse rushed out of the small flame.

Suddenly, the aura of rotten, the coldness and death mixed together and swept and spread suddenly.

The mammoth demon corpse, nearly 100 meters high, is extremely huge. It thrusts on the ground, thundering the sky, dust rises violently, and the earth shakes the mountains!

Huh!

The mammoth corpse spewed out a lot of frost and white smoke like breathing. The eyes burning with the flames of the undead stared at Ying Muyu, and then held up a huge ivory and ran away.

Ying Muyu's pupils tightened, and she tsk her tongue and exclaimed: "After evolving a undead Gu to this level, where did you find so many corpses? Hey, this is a mammoth demon, have you found a certain elephant tomb?!"

While speaking, Ying Muyu took out a musical instrument without any haste. It was silver and beaten rhythmically.

Accompanied by the wonderful melody, the whole world suddenly rippled and the picture changed drastically!

Countless flowers bloom on the earth, competing for beauty, distant mountains are like ink, flowing water, bees and butterflies are playing in groups, the scenery is beautiful, and peace and tranquility are everywhere, making people relax and comfortable, extremely happy, like flying into heaven, free from all suffering, and immersed in endless happiness.

Chen Lian’s mind is so heart-warming!

The mammoth corpse that was running wildly slowed down suddenly, and the undead fire that was burning wildly in the pupils was extinguished, and the body disintegrated in a series of crackling sounds, turning into dust and sweeping all over the place.

"Soul-Suppressing Gu·Saving the Undead!"

Ying Muyu grinned and deliberately put on an expression of being ugly and giving, which made people feel hated.

As Yingmuyu stopped hitting the silver, the fantasy scenery disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Excellent." Chen Lian calmly applauded, "All things are mutually generated and restrained. No matter what Gu we have, there will always be another Gu that restrains."

He paused a little, "We cannot change this iron rule. We can only be as strong as possible for the Gu we own, so that they will become less easily restrained. It is really interesting to have three feet of ice and fire that will spread to the prairie.

When Ying Muyu heard this, his expression couldn't help but be serious, and his eyes said with a burning look: "It seems that you have a trick, I will wait and see."

Chen Lian sang softly: "Believe in darkness, be loyal to evil, long for power, yearn for domination, flowing with decadent blood, pursuing endless depravity, and immortal spirits that do not die forever!"

Chen Lian opened his arms, and the bone-white hell fire spewed out continuously at his feet, and the volcanic erupted, burning wildly into the distance, spreading overwhelmingly.

"Lord of the Undead Summons Death Knox!"

The flames of hell burned and gushed into the sky. The sky seemed to be a colorful painting. In the ashes, the door of darkness appeared faintly, standing tall in the heaven and earth, shocking the eight wildernesses.

Where the white flames swept, everything burned and turned into ashes. Ashes fluttered, covering the sky and the sun. From the endless aura of corruption and from the deep abyss of death, a forgotten town rose.

"This is..." Ying Muyu was deeply moved and his breathing paused!

The flames washed over him like a flood, but did not make any contact with him in any form, but the surrounding space had been engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

In a trance, Ying Muyu found himself being pulled from the real world and being in a hideous strange space.

"It turns out that you have opened up a dead space, and in the dead space, you have visualized the world of thought and created the Death Knox Town."

Ying Muyu was shocked, and there was an interesting and novel look on her face.

"I have fought with the undead Gu master, but this is the first time I have encountered the magical powers of directly opening up the undead space like you and creating the dark gate."

This is not over yet, the undead space is still evolving...

The burning sky turned into a pure black night, the blood-colored cold moon shone on the tombstones, engraved with blurred names, and white flames burning everywhere, sobbing like ghosts, calling the names of the dead.

The ruins of the town are covered with mottled and blood; the fields outside the town are filled with the colors of death that cannot be dispersed.

Dong...

The wind blew, and the copper bells covered with holes on the upper floor shaking like crazy, making a long and strange sound of the jar, echoing coldly and lonely, as if the god of death was muttering.

In the distance, in the distance, the sound of trumpets sounded, and the army of undead launched a charge!

"Only death can prove that you have existed, only blood can warm the body without heartbeat, only killing can make you remember the taste of life, and only the battlefield of blood and fire can witness your faith..."

The skeleton throne made of ice sculptures rose slowly, Shen Lian sat on the throne, waved his hand forward!

"I am the Lord of the Undead, the greatest blasphemer, the humble Undead, please please your master with blood and death."

Thousands of mammoth demon corpses rushed forward and trampled on the earth. The cold breath of death wherever they passed quickly spread and invaded.

"This number is too...

Ying Muyu's mouth twitched, and he confirmed that Chen Lian must have found an ancient elephant tomb and seized the corpse that had been stored for thousands of years.

The huge undead walking rushed towards each other, each end was extremely cruel, comparable to a violent stalk, which was equivalent to a violent stalk. This was equivalent to fighting with thousands of stalks.

"What a big deal, it's true that the more you play, the bigger you play." Ying Muyu felt a little scared, and couldn't help but think of the big explosion he encountered under the Chihuo Basin, which was the level of destroying the world.

If he was trampled and ravaged by thousands of mammoth demons in turn, he would not be able to bear it even if he was as powerful as a legendary monster.

"Fortunately, I was prepared for it." Ying Muyu took out a Xiao with his hand and put it beside his mouth and started playing it. The sound of the flute gradually sounded, whirling and swaying, moving and moving.

"Soul Gu·Sun of Rest!"

In the strange melody, with magical magic power, the undead space seemed to sway gently in the waves.

Kakka...

The dark night was cracking like ice, and the gaps expanded above the head.

The strange black light overflowed from the torn void along with the melody and fell from the sky.

It's like the sunshine that penetrates the forest, turning into beams, illuminating the earth!

Bands of black light descended, like arrows falling from the strings reflected on the army of undead.

The huge mammoth demon corpse suddenly decomposed into sand and dust, and fell one after another under the erosion of black light.

However, there were too many mammoth demon corpses, and the army of undead could not kill them. They rushed through the black light and continued to approach Ying Muyu.

"The Undead Immortal, Death God Immortal Life!"

At this time, Chen Lian, who was sitting on the throne of the undead, suddenly clenched his fists, and more hell fire erupted from the ground, swallowed like a torrent, attached to the body surface of the undead army, condensed into frost armor.

The huge mammoth demon corpse suddenly became even more majestic and lifeless.

At the same time, the damage of the black beam to the undead army was greatly reduced.

The white flames roared into the dark night, freezing the torn void, and the enlarged cracks gradually stopped, and instead repaired and bridged.

Seeing this, a solemn look appeared on Ying Muyu's face and sighed: "The power of the undead is indeed difficult to deal with, and it must be moved more seriously."

He put away Chang Xiao.

"Skin Gu·Transform!"

Ying Muyu took out a piece of human skin and put it on himself, transformed himself into an old monk with a compassionate face, folded his hands together, and kept the Buddha's name connected.

"Amitabha!"

"Soul-Suppressing Gu·Saving All living beings!"

The old monk was compassionate and sympathized with the world. A powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, and hundreds of millions of compassionate light burst out from his body. Facing the vast army of undead, he prayed the spell piously.

"The dead are like this, and the soul returns to rest."

"My Buddha is merciful and blissful."

As the old monk kept chanting curses, his body grew in the wind, becoming majestic and huge, with a shimmering light!

The irritable mammoth demon corpse seemed to have gained some peace, and suddenly slowed down and lowered the beast's head to the old monk with majestic Dharma appearance, as if worshipping him.

Seeing this scene, Chen Lian's mouth was filled with a playful arc and smiled and said, "It turns out that the soul-suppressing Gu is a Buddhist and Taoist Gu. Only people in Buddhism can exert the strongest power of this Gu."

The old monk smiled warmly and replied, "This human skin belongs to the legendary Buddhist monk "Master Leyuan". I fought with him for nine days and nine nights before killing him, peeling off his skin and storing it in case it is not necessary from time to time. Because some Gu is incompatible with me, only by using the skin of others can we use the strongest killing moves."

Chen Lian grinned and said, "So that's it, I understand. Your 'Inheritance Gu' can get a lot of powerful Gu, and then use the 'Drawn Skin Gu' to peel and use it in conjunction with it. In this way, you can use any Gu you get to use their strongest killing moves."

Ying Muyu laughed: "Are you scared? The reason why I can travel for hundreds of years is one of the abilities to become famous."
Chapter completed!