Battle Through the Heavens Chapter 69: Bone Legion (1)

("White and red will always be the most beautiful colors in the world. The Bone Legion, obeying the call of my ancestor of the Wraith, offer me your loyalty, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship of me!" )

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The white-bone path is winding and winding, the end is faintly visible, but it seems to have no end.

I don't know how many corners I have turned and how many bones I have broken, and everyone's mind is gradually relaxed.

Just as the crowd began to feel annoyed about this endless and endless path of white bones, the hazy mist on both sides of the path suddenly refracted a frame.

The picture is cloth, fluctuating with the wind, hidden in the mist and emerging from time to time, a little illusory, and it seems extremely real, as if the story born in this land, through time and space, is being performed by everyone.

On the screen, inexplicable years and unknown times, I saw countless people killing on a land full of sand and sand and under the sky of heavy. The war horse is hissing, the war spear is flashing a sharp light, countless sharp crossbow arrows cut through the sky, bursting blood flowers on the cold armor, and redening the sky ...

The people in front fell down, and the people in the back quickly replenished without any hesitation or retreat; the soldier was chopped into the arm with a sharp iron knife, and the next stroke was made with the other hand; The knight was penetrated into the chest by a high rotating crossbow, and took off the war horse. Before he died, he also threw out the war spear in his hand and penetrated the enemy in front ...

Blade light sword image and flesh flew into this place to become Sen Luo hell, there are dead mountains and blood seas everywhere, broken arm stumps everywhere. The air was permeating with acrid blood; the ground was a dark red.

The war is continuing. I do n’t know how many years have passed. I do n’t know how many springs and autumns have been replaced. The resentment of dead soldiers continues to accumulate in the sky. slowly condenses a yellow river that separates heaven and earth.

The ground already in the picture is unclear whether it is mud or blood. Xiao Yan and others seem to smell the **** smell from ancient times, which is disgusting and rich.

The picture continues, changes, and continues to the day and night ...

It was a night without wind and moon. In the sound of killing, the sky opened a gap silently, and a blurry figure descended from the sky, which stirred the sky's resentment.

The endless resentment seems to have found a vent, and suddenly went crazy, from the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, from the resentment of the war both sides, all poured into the vague figure.

The blurry figure seems to enjoy this endless resentment. In countless air packages, only a pair of **** eyes are very conspicuously hanging in the night sky, revealing extreme madness.

The resentment of Mantian gathered together in a polar rotation, and formed a huge tornado between Heaven and Earth, blurring the figure at its center, laughing wildly, and the laughter seemed particularly strange at night of Darkness.

The sudden changes caught the attention of the both sides. Everyone was shocked at the moment they looked up. It seemed that this was out of their knowledge. Everyone forgot the ongoing assassination and the weapons in their hands accidentally dropped. The warhorse under his seat trembled, his forefoot grimacing anxiously, looking extremely terrified.

The blurred figure absorbed a lot of resentment, and turned into a sloppy face. The face zoomed in infinitely, covering the entire sky, and roaring towards the bottom.

The roar was thunderous, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment turned in the direction and swept the entire land.

Blood eyes flashed in the air, and resentment was like a ghost's possession, which quickly turned into a resentment, and overwhelmed everyone at the combat both sides, whether it was a former comrade-in-arm or an enemy. Suddenly, there was a mourn on the open earth.

Countless soul became horrible in the mist, seemingly struggling, but could not escape being driven, and rushed to the ground involuntarily.

Countless resentful spirits who dreaded the sword rushed into the battlefield without any suspense. I saw soldiers soon dried up, leaving only a bone with a thick forest. Before the death, the unwillingness turned into rising resentment, which was brought into Resentful Legion, the Resentful Legion grew fast with snowballing, and the despair filled the whole land.

A well-known warrior in the army looked at all this, with sorrow in his eyes, but still drew his sword to meet him, looking forward to a miracle. But countless resentments greeted his blade and penetrated into his body. The warrior's body suddenly became wrinkled to the naked eye, completely losing its luster, and the young face under the helmet became instantly wrinkled and pale. , The body shivered, the vitality of life dropped sharply, and he died on the spot.

Seeing that even the most Expert in the army could not escape, the confidence of countless Warriors was completely destroyed. They couldn't understand why they had not died in the blood of the sword, but fell to the Wraith with humiliation.

No one can explain all of this. The grieving spirits whistled past, and the Warrior one by one became stilted, trembling, their eyes gradually dimmed.

They are getting old one by one, until their life is exhausted, and then "plop" and fell off the mount, completely dead, and unwilling resentment lifted off.

The same is true of their mounts. They are no longer strong and strong, and they are all skinny and emaciated. After a short while, they leave with the master.

Not long after, there were only countless corpses left on the battlefield.

This scene is really frightening. Such a weird way of death, so many fresh lives in the blink of an eye will turn into dust and completely disappear, causing the back of Xiao Yan and others to chill.

In mid-air, that sloppy face seemed satisfied. With a mouthful of suction, the steady flow of resentment swallowed in, but stature did not rise and shrink. slowly condensed into an illusory figure. The powerful strength made the space shake Up.

Don't bother to look at the countless dead bones below. The illusory figure looked at the sky and waved at will. In the shocking eyes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together and piled into a huge throne of white bones. Drops of blood converged into streamlet.

The illusory figure lifted his feet at will, stepped down one step, and ripples echoed under his feet, and he had reached the Throne of Bone. The illusory figure sat down, slowly turned around, a pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to travel through time and space, and Shenguang stabbed in the direction of Xiao Yan and others.

The light of the blood-stained eyes is like substance, and everyone ’s chests are dull for a while, and their hearts are shocked. When they return to God, the bone path has come to an end, and the illusions on both sides have disappeared, and everything has returned to normal. As I saw it, a huge throne of white bones stood in the distance.

On the Throne of the Bone, a figure with his back to Xiao Yan and others is looking up at the sky, the moon-white shirt is dancing in the wind, except that both his clothes and his body seem a bit unreal and unreal.

The figure has a black shawl, with a calm temperament and refined, which makes it impossible to associate with the horrible and madness seen in the picture before. People even have an illusion that they are completely two people! But the throne of bones with blood in front of his eyes told everyone clearly that this one is definitely the face-faced person in the picture.

The illusory figure did not respond to the arrival of the Xiao Yan crowd, and still stared into the distance, as if waiting for something ...

The crowd clenched their arms, sweat oozing from the palms of the hands, and for a moment it was impossible to determine what to do next.

A sudden afterimage appeared above the night sky. It has gradually cut through the chaotic Yong Ye.

afterimage passes, the void is broken, a red moon flashes, the sky is suspended, Yin Hong is like blood, the moonlight is no longer soft as water, but just stares blankly at the vast world.

Blood Moon is silent, frost everywhere. With the blood moon shining, thousands of miles of Gobi, thousands of miles of yellow sand, and a lonely wasteland, the dark sky and the lead-yellow desert line up, showing desolation.

Illusive figure looked at Xueyue and sighed slightly. The cold moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, but it seemed as though she couldn't see through the veil, and could not drive away the loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.

"Is that the single image left by endless life and endless emptiness?" Xiao Yan thought secretly.

"The moon is cloudy and the sky is missing, and people are sad and happy." The illusive figure stretched out his slender fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and dropped a line on the night sky, just like a lonely scholar, and then he turned around slowly Come here.

When the eyes reach everyone, the illusory figure changes! The blood-stained eyes were cold and ruthless, and the cold light flickered, and the incomparable arrogance burst out from his body, so that everyone was out of breath.

A very different temperament, switching to the same person so quickly, everyone was shocked and couldn't shut their mouths together.

The illusory figure sits firmly on the throne of bones, as if the king is in the world, waving his hands, countless grievances appear, and kneeling around, the air in the square is almost solidified into substance, and the terrible face of thousands of grudges is almost The substantive air seemed to be clearer and more distorted.

The illusory figure at this time is really worthy of this throne of bones, just like the master of the true Wraith Legion, and the fierce character who destroys the sky in the picture!

As for the loneliness and loneliness before, maybe loneliness for thousands of years, or loneliness for thousands of years, who knows?

"Xiao Shao, have you said that this product has been in this harsh environment for a long time and is insane?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.

Xiao Yan looked sideways at Xiao Xiao, speechless for a while.

Originally weird here, everyone was sweating, their hearts were clenched, their expressions were extremely serious, they heard the words of howling battle, and Ziying laughed out loud, the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot .

At this moment, the illusory figure on the Throne of Bone was pale.

, distantly referring to the crowd, the low voice sounded like everyone's ears.

"Five thousand years of loneliness, finally someone came. Welcome to the land of resentment."

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful, I wonder if you are lucky or unfortunate."

The tone of the illusory figure suddenly rushed, and once he lost his calmness, he became a little excited.

"Crazy!" Xiao Zhan is another unceremonious comment.

"Tonight and even the night of darkness, the blood moon hangs. As the so-called material must reverse, it just suppresses the body of this seat, making the strength of this seat less than usual. This is a good opportunity for you." It's kind of hysterical.

"But the care of Blood Moon is also the unforgettable night of Wraith and Bone! This is your sorrow!"

"The blood blooming in the night sky will always be the most beautiful gift under the night sky. Dear guests, are you going to dedicate this gift to this seat? Come on, try the banquet of this undying legion! The eyes of the illusory figure became blood red, with madness craving for blood.

"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. The Bone Legion, obeying the call of my ancestor of the Wraith, offer me your loyalty, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship of me!"

The sound of excitement suddenly turns into seriousness, not angry, and showing the style of the king.

"Your evaluation is really very pertinent." Xiao Yan said to Xiao Zhan side by side, this ancestral ancestor is a madman.

"Thank you for your compliment." Xiao Zhan Zhao Shan received all the compliments of Xiao Yan.

Crowds have never been thin-skinned, and they are getting thicker as their strength increases.

"Why does your face look more and more like a shield?" Ziying wanted to slap Xiao Zhan's face in the past, but her feet seemed to be caught by something.

Looking down, Ziying immediately turned his hair upright, his body creeping, and he screamed and jumped up.

I saw countless white skeletons struggling out of the ground. Sensen's bones were unconsciously pulled beside the crowd. The jaws of the skull were folded together, and the phosphorescent light rose from the bones. The whole scene looked extremely strange. With terror.

"Jump into the air." Xiao Yan uttered a reminder, and then lowered his knees and lifted his knees, his bones and wings trembled sharply, drawing countless sharp blades of light. Wherever the blades reached, the white bones flew like shredded paper. Qi Swipe down a big swath.

Then, Xiao Yan flashed across the ground and another batch of skeletons with outstretched hands. The wings fluttered, and they were already in midair. Looking down, I saw the dense, countless white bones shaking from the ground. .

Purple shadow has long lost its color, Zhen Ni also stretched out her slim hand, holding Xiao Yan's arm, and trembling slightly, everyone's brows were locked tightly.

A whirlwind blew up the desert, rolling up the yellow sand, and countless white bones continued to emerge from the ground, like countless folds of sand and stones, like solid waves, extending to the black horizon in the distance. At the junction of heaven and earth, there is still no termination.

Under this dark night, a pale skeleton was wearing a broken armor, holding an ancient blade, and looking up at the people above. Without any fluctuations in life, a round of blood moon shone coldly, lining the skeleton as if with wet blood, it was shocking.

Xiao Yan looked at it all in mid-air, and couldn't help looking at each other. They felt that this was all too unreal, and their expressions were anxious and anxious.

"I rely on it, it's so much. You can sell bones in the blue house." Xiao Xiao couldn't hold back anymore, bursting out a swear word, and petrified everyone.

"Fortunately, although there are a lot of skeletons below, we have no consciousness and we don't feel the fluctuations of life. It should not be difficult for us to capture the thief and capture the king first." Suggestions.

Judging from the Dou Qi fluctuation of the ancestral ancestor, it should be the strength of 6-Star peak Dou Di. If you can get close, it may not be too difficult to win.

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