Chapter 378: Bone Legion (1)

("White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. The Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestral ancestor, offer me your loyalty, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship of me!")
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The path of the white bone 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, or how many bones I have broken, and everyone's minds are 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 reflected a picture.
The picture is cloth, fluctuating with the wind, hidden in the mist and emerging from time to time, a little illusory, and seems extremely real, as if the story happened in this land, through time and space, is being performed by everyone.
Above the screen, inexplicable years and unknown times, I saw countless people and horses struggling on a land full of sand and sand and a gloomy sky. The war horse was hissing, the war spear was flashing a sharp light, countless sharp crossbow arrows cut through the sky, bursting blood flowers on the icy armor, and staining the sky ...
The people in front fell down, and the people in the back quickly made up without any hesitation or retreat; the soldier was chopped into the arm with a sharp iron knife, and the next stroke was struck with the other hand; the knight was high speed The rotating crossbow penetrated his chest and took off the war horse. Before he died, he would throw out the war spear in his hand and run through the enemy in front ...
Sword light sword shadow and flesh flew into this place to become Sen Luo hell, everywhere is corpse mountain blood sea, everywhere is broken arm stump. 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 the dead soldiers continues to build up in the sky, slowly condensing a yellow river to separate the sky from the ground.
The ground in the picture is already indistinguishable from mud or blood. Xiao Yan and others seem to smell the smell from ancient times, which is thick and disgusting.
The picture continues, changes, and continues to the day and night ...
It was a windless and moonless night. In the sound of killing, the sky opened a gap silently, and a blurry figure descended from the sky, stirring the resentment of the sky.
The endless resentment seemed to find a vent, and suddenly went crazy, from the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, from the resentment of both sides of the war, all poured into the vague figure.
The vague figure seemed to enjoy this endless resentment. Among the numerous air packages, only a pair of blood-colored eyes were very conspicuously hanging in the night sky, revealing extreme madness.
The resentment of the sky was gathered at a high speed, and a huge tornado was formed between the heavens and the earth. The blurred figure was at its center, laughing wildly, and the laughter seemed particularly strange in the dark night.
The sudden change attracted the attention of both parties to the war. Everyone was shocked when they looked up. It seemed that all this exceeded their cognition. Everyone forgot the ongoing assassination, and the weapons in their hands accidentally dropped. The warhorse trembled, his forefoot grimacing anxiously, looking extremely terrified.
After absorbing a large amount of resentment, the blurred figure turned into a sloppy face, the face enlarged infinitely, covering the entire sky, and making a roar towards the bottom.
The roar was thunderous, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment reversed the direction and swept the whole earth.
The blood eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment quickly turned into a resentment like a ghost's possession, and swept over all the belligerents, whether it was a former comrade in arms or an enemy. Suddenly, there was a mourn on the open earth.
Numerous souls became horrible in the mist, seemingly struggling in pain, but could not escape being driven, and rushed to the ground involuntarily.
Countless resentful spirits of the fearless sword rushed into the battlefield without any suspense, and saw that each soldier quickly dried up, leaving only a forest of bones, and the unwillingness before his death turned into a rising resentment, and joined the army of resentment, The Resentful Legion grew rapidly at the speed of snowballing, and the whole world was filled with despair.
A world-famous warrior recognized in the army looked at all this with sorrow, 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 wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely losing its luster, and the young face under the helmet became wrinkled and white hair instantly. Cang Cang, his body slumped, his vitality diminished sharply, and he died on the spot.
Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, the confidence of countless soldiers was completely destroyed, they wondered why they did not die in the blood of the sword, but fell humiliatingly on the wraith.
No one can explain all of this. The grieving spirits whistled past, one by one, the soldiers became emaciated, trembling, and their eyes gradually dimmed.
They quickly grew old, until their lives were exhausted, and then "plopped" and fell off the mount, completely dying, and unwilling resentment lifted off.
The same was true of their mounts, which were no longer strong and strong, and all were skinny and emaciated, and after a short while they followed their master.
Not long after, there were only countless skeletal bones left on the battlefield.
This scene is really frightening. Such a strange way of death, so many fresh lives in the blink of an eye will turn into dust and completely disappear, leaving Xiao Yan and others with a chill on their backs.
Above mid-air, that sloppy face seemed satisfied. With a mouthful of inhalation, the steady flow of resentment swallowed in, but the figure did not rise and shrink, slowly condensing into an illusory figure. The powerful strength made the space shake. stand up.
Disdainful of 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, the blood that had not dried up. Bit by bit became a stream.
The illusory figure lifted his feet at will, stepped down one step, and ripples under his feet echoed, reaching the Throne of Bone. The illusory figure sat down and 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 was like substance, and everyone's chests were dull for a while, and their hearts were shocked. When they returned to the gods, they found that the bone road had come to an end, and the illusion pictures on both sides had disappeared. Everything was back to normal and everything was right See, a huge bone throne stands in the distance.
On the Throne of the Bone, a figure with his back to Xiao Yan and others was looking up at the sky. The moon-white shirt fluttered in the wind. However, both his clothes and his body seemed a bit unreal and unreal.
The black-haired shawl in the figure, with a calm and elegant temperament, makes it impossible to associate with the horrible and madness that I saw in the picture before, and everyone even has an illusion that they are exactly 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 Xiao Yan's 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.
Above the night sky, a remnant suddenly appeared, gradually rising from the sky, breaking through the chaotic night.
The afterglow was over, the void was broken, a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky, Yin Hong was like blood, the moonlight was no longer as soft as water, but just staring blankly at the vast world.
The blood moon was silent, like 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.
The illusory 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 long fingers, with infinite sentimentality, and dropped a line on the night sky, just like a lonely scholar, and then he slowly turned around. .
When the eyes touched the crowd, the illusions changed! The blood-stained eyes were cold and ruthless, the cold light flickered, and the unpredictable arrogance burst out from the body, and everyone was out of breath.
The completely different temperament, so fast to switch on the same person, shocked everyone to stunned and could not shut up.
The illusory figure sits firmly on the throne of bones, as if the king is in the world, waving hands, countless grievances appear, and kneeling around, the air in the square is almost condensed into substance, the terrible face of thousands of grudges is in the substance The inside became clearer and more distorted.
At this time, the illusory figure really deserves the bone throne, it is like the master of the true Wraith Legion, and it is 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 mentally ill?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.
Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Xiao side by side, speechless.
The place was extremely weird. Everyone squeezed a sweat, their hearts were clenched, their expressions were so dignified, and they heard the words of howling, and Ziying laughed out loud, and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.
Just then, the illusory figure on the Throne of Bone sank.
, Distantly pointing at everyone, 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 he lost his calmness and 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 be reversed, it just suppresses the body of this seat, making this seat less powerful than usual. This is your chance." The voice of the illusory figure became a little hysterical. stand up.
"But Blood Moon's visit is also the unforgettable night of Wraith and Bone! This is your sorrow!"
"The blood blooming in the night sky is always the most beautiful gift under the night sky. Dear guests, are you going to dedicate this gift to this seat? Come on, try this party of the undead legion!" His eyes became blood red, with madness craving for blood.
"White and red will always be the most beautiful colors in the world. The Bone Legion, obeying the call of my ancestral ancestor, offer me your loyalty, and use the blood of the enemy to show your worship of me!
The sound of excitement suddenly turned into solemnity, 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 the compliment." Xiao Zhan Zhao Shan received all praises from Xiao Yan.
Everyone has never found that Xiao Zhan's cheek is actually not thin, and there is an increasing trend with increasing strength.
"Why does your face look more and more like a shield?" Ziying thought about scratching Xiao Zhan's face, but found that his feet seemed to be caught by something.
Looking down, Ziying immediately turned his hair down, his body horrified, and he jumped up screaming.
I saw countless white skeletons struggling out of the ground. Sensen's bones were pulled unconsciously beside the crowd. The jaws of the skull were folded together, and the phosphorescent light rose from the bones.
"Jump up into the air." Xiao Yan reminded, and then he lowered his knees and lifted his knees, his bones and wings trembled, and he marked out countless sharp blades of light. Wherever the blades were, the bones flew like shredded paper, brushing together. Fall down.
Immediately after, Xiao Yan flashed across the ground and another batch of skeletons with outstretched hands and wings fluttered. He was already in midair, looking down, and saw the dense, countless white bones shaking up from the ground.
Ziying had long lost her face, Zhen Ni also stretched out her delicate hand, took Xiao Yan's arm, and slightly trembled, and everyone's brows were locked tightly.
The desert blew a whirlwind, rolling the yellow sand to the top, 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. The connection to ground remains unterminated.
In this dark night, a pale skeleton was wearing a broken armor, holding an ancient blade, 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 all of this in mid-air, and couldn't help looking at each other. They felt that all this was too real, and when they stared at each other, they showed anxiety and anxiety.
"I rely on it, it's really a lot, you sell bones in the blue house." Xiao Xiao couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out a swear word, which instantly petrified everyone.
"Fortunately, although there are a lot of skeletons below, but we have no consciousness and we don't feel the fluctuation of life. It shouldn't be difficult for us to capture the thief first." Le Shaolong was the most careful and always made timely suggestions in time.
Judging from the turmoil of the ancestors of Wraith, it should be the strength of the six-star peak fighting emperor. If you can get close, it may not be too difficult to win.
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