Chapter 424 (2/2)

Moreover, the more he fought, the more energetic he was. It seemed that this was his Sparring Practice. This made the nine elders of the Yin corpse sect, the remaining ancestors and the supreme elders scold one after another. Is there any reason?

”An hour ago, this Terran youth was still very weak and was firmly protected by his subordinates. Now that he is alive again, should my life be like this? It's no wonder that even the patriarch had to avoid the edge when he met such a abnormal enemy, ”an old ancestor sighed.

Moreover, in the current war situation, there are only less than 30 old immortals of the Yin corpse sect.

Their swords gradually fell, and some of them didn't cut their heads. Some of them didn't even flash their own swords.

Some people must say that they are all top strong people. Why did they kill themselves like this.

In fact, it's very simple. First, they were backfired twice. Finally, even their own zombies were killed. Their vitality was greatly damaged. Even a small monk in a heavy wheel territory and a heavy mountain killed them.

After all, on the Yanwu continent, they are also the strong ones of the hegemonic side. Instead of being hacked to death by random knives and divided into five horses.

It's better to end it with dignity. I saw nearly 30 senior leaders of the Yin corpse sect fall to the ground one after another, and there was no more vitality, which made the Shenwu Empire camp speechless.

It's too simple to die. I want to catch a few living mouths and set up some ways to deal with the Yin corpse sect. At present, everything is empty.

With a wave of Li Er's big hand, a light blue flame flew out, and more than 20 bodies melted into ashes.

Within tens of thousands of miles, corpses were everywhere. All the stumps, broken arms and corpses were cremated, and they dug three feet to find out if there were any hidden disciples of the Yin corpse sect?

Even if more than a billion creatures in the imperial capital Hengyu came out to help, but more than 3 billion corpses of the zombie army were still busy for two days and two nights before they could barely clean up a hundred thousand miles.

But the corpse poison is still rampant. It seems that there is no way to solve it outside the imperial capital in a short time.

So they returned to the imperial capital one after another. They didn't even have time to celebrate the victory. They returned to their respective sects or ethnic groups. It doesn't matter what they pay attention to or what great things. What's important is that each Friar's eyes are full of blood.

If it weren't for being so much stronger than ordinary people's bodies, you might really be tired to death on the spot.

After all, people like Wu Huangwu Longtian, Wu Jianhan, the founder of the Shenwu Empire, the heads of all ethnic groups and the people in charge have been commanding continuously or fighting for several months.

If it weren't for the strong cultivation background and the constant tension of nerves and heartbeat, maybe heart disease would be corrected. After all, the people, companions, relatives and friends, senior brothers and sisters, don't fall too much.

Sometimes, even they themselves can't believe how they can live. They have no time to be sad, no time to regret, and no pain to talk about. This is a depression in every monk's heart.

When the great dark corpse disaster subsided for the time being, what every friar wanted most was not to vent, not to grieve, nor to celebrate, but that his nerves were no longer tense and the fatigue of his whole body hit the Bee Chrysalis.

They just want to have a good rest, because they can't accept the ”great dark corpse disaster” for the time being. It's really calmed down. What if they sleep, it's just daydreaming?