Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 2159 Dislike of Rice Cake
Kazan's angry and bright red body is still wrapped with several rusty chains of the underworld, surrounded by heavy dead energy, even if he is a dead sword soul ghost, the chains will cause him great torture and pain.

The ordinary spirit body would disappear instantly when it came into contact with the chain, but Kazan didn't change his face, his long hair fluttered like a demon. After hearing Ye Lin's words, he slowly relaxed the sword and ax in his hand.

"You picked up Liz from the long river of time, Ozma, he is actually free." Kazan smiled, he didn't want to see his brother being framed by a conspiracy, and he didn't want to see him being blinded by hatred.

The apostle can't go to the underworld, and the brothers who are destined to never meet again, even if they are separated from each other, are already the best consolation.

Kazan looked up at the sky and remained silent for a long time, without turning around, he suddenly said, "I will go back to the underworld by myself and bind myself to Nastrond, so you don't need to hunt me down."

An irregular crack in the underworld flashed the blue underworld flames of the priest Jiger. He was approved by the fisherman Karon, and now he is responsible for hunting down those undead who try to escape the power of the underworld, as well as powerful spirits wandering the real world.

"The selected ghosts and gods will be tested, and they will experience and fight in the red moon of the underworld, looking for an opportunity to surpass one step." Kazan confided a news that surprised Ye Lin.

When he stabbed such a big basket back then, he should have been wiped out completely by the power of death, but because of his astonishing arrogance, his sword soul shook the world, and he was expected to make further progress, so he was tied to the ravine of dead bodies to wash away.

If you can't make it through, your soul will fly away. If you make it through, you are expected to take a step beyond the underworld.

"I've got my wish." Kazan relaxed, smiling brightly, exuding a resolute and heroic spirit, a man who stands upright.

He was galloping on the battlefield recklessly, the world-renowned first general of Perus, invincible with a huge sword in one hand and a battle ax in the other hand, but he made a fool of himself and ended in tragedy.

Kazan walked towards the fissure of hell, suddenly remembered something, and said: "In the underworld, there are more undead who do not belong to the current time. Lord Ushir will probably look for you."

Tower of Hades
The gravedigger Greve stared at the bright red tyranny in the distance, and the soul that dyed the sky red. Although he seldom walked out of the Canyon of the Dead, he had heard the name of Kazan, the soul of the sword.

Unexpectedly, the altar summoned a super surprising big fish.

"The number one general of the Perus Empire, who devoured your soul, will definitely help me go one step further."

The suspended ancient magic book was mysteriously radiant, and the Tower of the Underworld was flickering. Suddenly, a tugging force erupted in the direction of Kazan. He wanted to sacrifice the first ghost Kazan and turn it into his own power.

Kazan, who was about to set foot in the underworld, slowly raised his head. Thousands of undead beside him were pulled by the vortex-like suction, howled and struggled in the energy, and turned into strands, which became the nutrient for Grave the Tomb Raider to become stronger.

"Heh..." Kazan was extremely indifferent, he raised his heavy and pitch-black giant sword, and it stood still like a mountain in the violent wind, "Ants, sneaking up on the top of the dead, they think they have surpassed the height of the dead, how can this kingdom come?" Do you know what perishes, greed!"

boom!
The blood-colored sword light soared and shook the sky, splitting the perennial fog, and the overwhelming arrogance enveloped the Canyon of the Dead. It seemed that he was not a dead ghost, but the bloody God of War in this world.

The Tower of the Underworld, which was kicked by Sophie, was violently hit, and began to tilt at another angle. The bloody light swept across, and a large part of the tower was reduced to ruins. A large piece was missing from the middle, and it was covered with terrible cracks.

In the tower, Greve, who was already at the source level, was blown away. He opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blue blood. Several bones were broken, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Is this the power of the number one ghost god Kazan? He was injured just by a burst of blood, and the other party seemed to be bound by the underworld.

Then Kazan took the initiative to step into the underworld and bound himself to Nastrond. All the ghosts along the way were terrified and made way for him.

However, there are still some undead who retain their spiritual consciousness and are unwilling to perish completely, and continue to struggle towards the real world. They follow the crack that has not healed when Kazan came, crowded like a school of sardines chasing the waves.

Yelin's powerful blood is a delicious meal, a lighthouse in the dark, attracting those powerful undead, trying to obliterate his consciousness, and replace him with his soul.

One after another, the undead grinned, turned into invisible wisps of smoke, and penetrated into the flesh and blood of the night forest. For a moment, he was like a small world formed when a giant whale fell. The greedy undead smelled it and scrambled , wanting to fill every inch of his flesh and blood.

A few minutes later, some undead with relatively complete spiritual knowledge suddenly turned around and ran back, as if they had discovered some great horror, which was more terrifying than death.

There are more than tens of thousands of undead in his body, but the other party still has a gentle smile on his face, his eyes are clean, and he even rolled up his sleeves, come on, you're welcome.

Those undead didn't get in at all, but melted within half an inch of his body surface, and there was not a single one left, and their souls were scattered and annihilated. He was a hundred times more terrifying than the ghost Kazan.

The life energy and blood bestowed by the power of Wuxuan are like the hot furnace of the sun, and all evil and dark ones who approach are burned to death.

"Meow!"

Just as Ye Lin was laughing, a sharp light suddenly flashed in the void, and several bloodstains suddenly appeared on the forearm of his own sleeve, and a vengeful black cat proudly licked his cat's paw, then disappear into the darkness.

……

"Uh, boss, this is your arm~"

"I was scratched by a cat." Ye Lin was helpless, and then said solemnly: "My wound is very serious. If I don't wrap it with a clean white silk in time, my life may be in danger."

Xiao Su, who was hinted at, spread her hands, her pretty face was calm and calm, and said, "If you say it a few seconds later, the wound will heal."

Probably recently I had a little conflict with small animals. I was kicked by a rabbit in the morning, and now I was scratched by a black cat. I am still a good friend of Rice Cake, a good comrade in arms.

"Rice cake, hug."

Yelin went to hug the rice cake in Mai Lu's arms, with an ulterior motive, intending to touch Mai Lu's plump justice, halfway through her claws, but the rice cake blocked her palm with a small hoof, and refused.

No, men's bones and muscles are relatively hard, but girls are soft and soft, and they are comfortable to lie on.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, the third princess likes it very much. When it is hugged and lying on its stomach, both its chest and back are quite attractive.

The little witch said that there is a mad bear, who usually doesn't hug other people's pets affectionately, worrying that the mad bear will get jealous because of it.

Sugarcane, who was bumping into walls everywhere, was a little reconciled. He gestured to Yimiwu for the scratches on his arm, and said, "I heard that saliva can disinfect and stop bleeding."

Pooh!
The little witch spat a little bit of saliva, it's alright, the wound has healed.

Sugarcane thought for a while, and was silent for a moment, hinting to the little witch, do you want to ride my arm as a broom and give me a hot compress with warm water, all teeth are drool.

"Crazy turtle, scratch him."

The illuminated altars caused many cracks in the underworld. With the efforts of Crazy Bear (Tortoise) and the cover of Hiate and the others, one altar after another was suppressed and shattered, and the hell rock was also turned into powder, losing its power. Some effects.

Undead as strong as ghosts and gods rolled along with the tide of souls, lords who can occupy a part of the underworld, abyssal knights riding hell horses... Many underworld powerhouses were frightened, and their souls fluctuated violently, almost Collapsed, not daring to take another half step.

Horror, what kind of terrifying place is at the other end of the real world, the undead gushing out are more than enough to slaughter a country, but they can't even escape this narrow canyon.

They suddenly felt a little pity for the old guy who was still absorbing the power of the underworld without knowing his life or death.

"Restraining anger, calming down, and cultivating one's character." Sophie kept muttering to herself, taking several deep breaths, her plump chest rising and falling proudly.

Yimi Wu frowned, and then murmured~
"All right."

Sophie waved her hands to condense the original dragon blade, walked towards the tower of the underworld, and said: "You stay here and don't move, I'll chop that guy up."

"Let me do it." Gu Yu tried to take the lead, she hadn't touched for a long time, she was a little itchy.

"Want to grab my head? No way!"

The two of them were extremely fast, rushing into the Tower of the Underworld, the upper middle level of the tower. After breaking free from the shadow of Kazan, Greve was desperately absorbing the power of the soul and moving towards the middle level of the original source.

"What a beautiful soul." Greve's one-eyed suddenly turned dark, with a hint of ruthlessness, he raised his hand and waved two soul roars.

The sharp and ear-piercing mourning of the soul, and the ripple-like shock waves, are the resentment of countless undead when they died, which can trigger a big explosion at the spiritual level, ranging from mental chaos to loss of reason, to direct hatred and bursting of the mind.

puff~
Greve exploded on the spot, the only remaining eyeball was filled with disbelief, he couldn't understand the power of this realm, and he couldn't even sustain half a move.

The surviving undead tore at Greve's soul, devouring it in the blink of an eye.

　tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)