Chapter 2075: Exposure (1)

Through the long walkway, Shen Yanxiao eyes only reflect the back of the undead ancestors, she does not know where the undead ancestor will take her.
The road seemed to be endless, and finally the ancestors of the undead stopped in front of a dark gate.
At the moment of opening the door, a powerful sacred atmosphere swept through the room.
The strong sacred breath of the sorrowful sorrows of the sorrows of the body.
Suddenly, the ancestors of the undead turned and slammed into the room.
After a while, Shen Yanxiao's dangerous and steady standing, the sacred breath that came from all directions, made her suffer from the pain of the cone.
In the pain, Shen Yanxiao finally saw everything in the room.
At a glance, she stayed in the same place.
In the big room, there was a blank, and only a long sword with a dazzling brilliance was suspended in the air by countless chains.
The sacred atmosphere in the whole room was exhaled from the long sword.
This breath makes Shen Yanxiao feel so familiar.
"Yan Emperor, who are you?" The ancestors of the undead were covered with a faint gray mist, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his gloomy and beautiful face.
Shen Yanxiao couldn't keep standing under the cover of the sacred breath. She was half-squatted on the floor with a painful pain, and the sweat of the beans continued to roll off her forehead.
"All the purebred undead who enter this room will be killed in an instant. You are not the undead, you are the one." The ancestors of the undead created their enchantment in their bodies, and he slowly walked into the room, the gate Closed behind him.
Shen Yanxiao bite the roots tightly, and the pain in her body is like she is plunging into her arms.
In a flash, a black mist flew out of Shen Yanxiao's body, and in the middle of the air condensed into a tall figure, rushing to the ancestors of the undead at lightning speed!
"Oh..." Shen Yan Xiao Huo shivered, she could clearly feel the sacred breath burning her skin bit by bit, and her body's dead air broke out at this moment, constantly accelerating self-healing Speed, one side is the burning of the cone heart, and the end is an endless rapid repair. The pain of Shen Yanxiao seems to never end.
The ancestors of the undead and the undead swayed directly, although they had been promoted to be holy, but the strength of the ancestors of the undead was still huge. It didn’t take long for them to be defeated and they were overthrown by the ancestors of the undead.
At the moment of falling to the ground, the body that was dragging the wounded was blocked by Shen Yanxiao, and the angry scorpions on the face were staring at the ancestors of the undead.
"The Holy Beast? The undead is impossible to sign a contract with Warcraft. The only one that can sign a contract with Warcraft is human beings. Are you human?" The ancestors of the undead did not even care about it. He just looked at the sink with his eyes. Yan Xiao.
Shen Yanxiao was almost stunned by the pain of her body. She could only bite her tongue repeatedly and force herself to stay awake.
Shen Yanxiao finally understood why the ancestors of the undead had to target her again and again.
Because at the beginning, he had discovered that she was not a dead soul. All he did was to push her true identity step by step.
But when did it start, the ancestors of the undead found her anomaly?
She has been trying to hide herself, and even the game of the Red Yan team is secretly going to see.