Chatper 1877 (1/2)

The two elders appeared here almost immediately, because the breath of death on Mingyi attracted them.

On the other hand, Ye Tianze engraved a dense array of lines around his body, which almost merged with the water of the Ming River, and escaped towards the source of the river.

But his thoughts were poured into Mingyi, and if there was a slight change, he immediately responded.

Unlike other dead people, Mingyi has no will after resurrection, but Ye Tianze can motivate him.

What surprised him was that these two elders were not surprised or feared at all when they saw the dead robes, and the eyes that flashed with fire were clearly excited.

"The breath of death, the plague... This is the real plague. After so many epochs, in the chaotic world, the breath of the plague appears again!"

an elder said.

The surrounding Mingu clan also forgot about the filth of their holy river, and looked at Mingyi's incomparable piety. At this moment, Mingyi is like a god in their eyes.

"This is not the body of the Lord of Death, this is just the plague created by the Lord of Death. Although his power is not as powerful as the first and second plague wars, it is still so pure."

Another elder said.

"Where is he, he is the one who stirred the Styx River, find him immediately, I want to have a good chat with him!" said the elder.

As soon as the words fell, the entire Minggu clan immediately took action and began to search for the existence of Ye Tianze around the entire Ming River.

Another elder said: "Take him back to the Hall of Hades and find the Lord of Death. We may be able to find a way to crack the plague of death. At that time, even if he does not want to be controlled, he will be controlled by us."

Hearing this, Ye Tianze couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. His only reliance in the Ming Ancient Clan was his identity as the Lord of Death. If the other party really found a way to control him...

Ye Tianze couldn't imagine it, and, with his current cultivation, if he didn't destroy civilization, his power of death would be weak.

The Lord of the Other Shore can seal him, and the Ming Ancients can naturally seal him. After all, he is so weak now, not the famous death in the two plague battles.

Thinking of this, he immediately ordered to let Mingyi explode, which was his only way, and with his urging, Mingyi's body was like a huge cannonball, the force of death contracted in a ball, and finally exploded. .

However, the two elders looked at each other, but at the first moment, they sensed the changes in Mingyi's body. At the same time, they shot and blocked the void. The exploding Mingyi was suppressed by them, as if time stopped. .

Then, they worked together to suppress Mingyi, and placed dense restrictions around the surrounding. The elder headed said: "You take him back to the palace of Hades, he must still be around here, I will find him!"

No matter how Ye Tianze moved, Mingyi remained motionless, completely suppressed by that force.

Just after the elder left, the headed elder's thoughts began to spread here, and his thoughts seemed to be able to extend unrestrictedly with the treasure in his hand.

After Ye Tianze's first plan failed, his face was a little ugly. If he left Ming He, he would be exposed more quickly.

At this moment, although he has entered the eighth level with a billion star patterns, but this is the old nest of others, and he can't jump a few times on their territory.

"My deity, let me go out and attract his attention, you can go and find a way out!" Yuan Chong's voice came.

"No, if you go out now, you will die. He can crush you with one finger. Even if I go out, I may not be able to parry for a few rounds."

Ye Tianze denied his idea, "It seems that there is only another way!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Tianze immediately began to summon the dead in his body, but what he summoned were all the dead from the four clans, and he did not summon the dead from other clans.

Yuan Chong quickly understood what he meant. This was to use the dead to attract the elder's attention.

"Come out, Lord of Death, let's talk. If you are willing to come out, I can pretend that this has never happened. Do you want Minggu liquid and hell fruit? I can give it to you."

The elder's voice, following his thoughts, spread in the River Styx.