Chapter 1881: Undead Array

Hundreds of thousands of Netherworld disciples blew themselves up, causing a large number of disciples on Ye Fan's side to be hit hard, with at least 200,000 in number.
To say that the most tragic was the disciple of the eight lieutenants who were responsible for resisting. The power of self-destruction was extremely difficult to bear.
"Chasing the wind, what the do you want to do!"
Ye Fan yelled at the Scarlet Mask, really angry at this moment.
The decision made by the chasing wind was too crazy, making Ye Fan vaguely feel more uneasy.
The purpose of allowing hundreds of thousands of Netherworld disciples to explode was to injure Ye Fan's disciples.
"Now I will let you understand!"
Zhuifeng's angry answer came out very quickly, and at the same time, she only heard her whisper to herself, "The ghost of the ghost, does not die in the sky, the ghost of the vague soul, does not die on the ground..."
With the appearance of this voice, the Nether Blood Orb in Feng Feng's hand suddenly brightened, and in an instant it released a million feet of blood.
This smear of blood directly broke through the scarlet mask and shot directly into the sky.
At the same time, in the sky above Ye Fan and the others, the whispering voice of Chasing Wind continued, as if it was reverberating forever.
"This...this seems to be the formation of the undead!"
Hearing this death-like murmur, Ge Guangyi and Lai Zhiqing's expressions changed greatly at the same time.
"The Array of the Undead?"
Ye Fan immediately looked at the two.
"The Array of the Undead is a taboo formation, which can revive the souls that have just died, let them merge with their blood and become unique undead."
Lai Zhiqing and Ge Guangyi said almost in unison.
"The power of the undead..."
Ye Fan just wanted to ask a question, but was interrupted by a voice, "Ye Fan, look at it..."
Looking in the direction directed by Qing Shiyu, I saw the blood of those self-destructive disciples gathering but not dispersing. At this moment, they had begun to slowly turn into skeletons, with dark flames burning in their hollow eyes, rushing towards them.
"Exit!"
A brave and capable disciple rushed up and hit the skeleton's breastbone with a punch.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound. The punch that was originally enough to kill or even severely inflict the disciple of Netherworld, fell on the skeleton but only made it retreat a few steps. Although the sternum was broken, it quickly recovered under the envelope of blood. stand up.
"Roar……"
The skeleton consciousness is simple. After being attacked, he suddenly became angry, the flame in his eyes expanded a bit, and he roared and attacked.
"boom!"
Although the disciple caught it with a blow, his face was a little pale.
"The strength of the early stage of Transforming Realm!"
Seeing the battle between the two, Ye Fan had already distinguished the strength of these undead skeletons, his eyes looked a little solemn.
"Swipe..."
There is not only one undead, but thousands, appearing one after another.
"Kill me!"
A skull rushed towards Ye Fan, Ye Fan personally shot, the sky sword pierced into his body, and turned slightly, suddenly twisted it into powder.
On the other side, his humanity also flew into the battlefield, crushing one skeleton after another.
It's just that Ye Fan and the others' shots are far behind the speed at which the skeletons appear.
"Ye Fan, enjoy it, quack quack!"
In the blood-colored mask, there was a triumphant laughter from the wind, and slowly put the nether blood bead on the coffin beside him.
In order to release this undead formation, she did not hesitate to sacrifice 200,000 horses and condense the undead with the help of the nether blood bead.
This was her real plan, but the middle Ye Fan didn't get a shot, and he had to let the Nether disciple take the initiative to explode.
"Master Mingxuan, in order to revive you, you have sacrificed a great deal, and you must succeed!"
Chasing the wind loyally knelt beside the blood coffin at this moment, praying secretly.
As he spoke, the blood-colored mask around him began to slowly fade away, revealing the scene of chasing the wind inside.
After the Nether Blood Orb releases the undead array, its power has reached its lowest limit. If the blood mask is used again, the Nether Child cannot be reborn.
"Is it finally out?"
Ye Fan immediately noticed the following scene. After killing the undead in front of him with a single blow, he immediately asked Lingxin and others, "You fight the undead with all your strength, and I will solve the following troubles first."
"Okay, be careful by yourself!" Lingxin and the others heard unanimous voices.
At this moment, the number of undead had almost reached 50,000. Regardless of the fact that the base number was not large, this was a powerful person in the realm of 50,000, not comparable to ordinary enemies.
"Ye Fan, in the undead battle, the more dead people, the more undead, the stronger the blood, the stronger the undead, do you want all your 800,000 disciples to be buried here?"
Perceiving Ye Fan's intention, Chasing Wind stood up and galloped in front of Ye Fan to block the way.
"To resurrect the people below, not just 800,000 disciples will die, but maybe 8 million, 80 million!"
Ye Fan glanced at the weird blood coffin and said coldly.
"Do you know who is down below?"
Hearing what Ye Fan said, Chaifeng was suddenly startled.
Could someone leak the secrets to Ye Fan? If so, Ye Fan's crazy attack is not difficult to understand.
"You have never done anything good. Even if I don't know it, I will try my best to stop it!"
Ye Fan opened the topic directly, and at the same time raised the Heavenly Sword, slammed into the chasing wind in front of him.
Regarding the chasing wind, he shot the Wraith Soul Sword.
Chasing the wind knew that the undead could trap 800,000 horses, but could not trap Ye Fan, so he was prepared for it. The longbow in his hand instantly caught a dozen arrows, and all shot at Ye Fan.
"Shoo, hoo..."
With the sound of breaking through the air, these arrows blocked Ye Fan's sword light.
It's a pity that there is already a gap between the chasing wind at this moment and Ye Fan, and the arrow quickly dissipates, being easily crushed by sword power.
"brush!"
Jian Guang came in front of Zhuifeng, and his domineering and fierce sword power directly split the longbow in his hand into two. At the same time, a shocking sword mark appeared on the chest of Zhuifeng, vomiting blood and flew out.
At the last moment, Longbow dissolved most of the power of the chasing wind, so he was not directly killed.
However, this state is already the end of the battle.
"Destroy the blood coffin below first, and then solve you!"
Ye Fan glanced at Zhuifeng, but gave up this good opportunity to kill her, and the spirit-creating power released from the Heavenly Sword shot directly below.
"Buzzing..."
At the moment when the spirit power was created, the blood coffin below suddenly trembled violently, as if some power was about to burst out.
"Don't think about it!"
Seeing this scene, the chasing wind became more hysterical, unable to take care of the severely injured body, and directly released his soul villain, resisting the front of creating soul power.
"No, do you really have to..."
Several strong men on Ye Fan's side all noticed the abnormal changes below, and at this moment, regardless of their disciples being slaughtered by the undead, they shot down one after another.
Especially the elders of the five ancient races, at this moment, they are all desperate. The rebirth of the son of the nether must be a catastrophe in the prehistoric land.