Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 547 The dark corridor, an epic picture scroll!
Although zombies are constantly being chopped into pieces, they are still fearless and fearless. The domineering and bright sword ring is compressed step by step, the cold front trembles, and the clang sounds, it seems to be unbearable. His Tianlin sword was slowly being pulled out.

Every time the sword ring shrinks by one foot, the Tianlin sword will rise by one inch!
Looking at the fearless zombies below, Duanchou looked icy cold, stepping on the sword light, people have already carried the Tianlin and flew down, the sword light was shining, slashing vertically and horizontally, the hall was empty, and the four-handed Tianlin Gang Jianyouwu shuttles back and forth, and every time it passes by, it can severely injure and kill a zombie.

Groups of sword lights exploded and poured out among the ferocious corpses, the sacred monument was suppressed, the starlight shot and killed, the Milky Way was poured down and frozen, and the fire dragon roared and raged.

Among them, there is the sound of fist-to-flesh fighting, the evolution of martial arts, the hunting robes of the Immortal Wind and Cloud Body, the wings of the Heavenly Phoenix Dharma, and the destructive fists that smashed the sky and smashed the law, destroying and bombarding everything.

The speed of the zombies is as fast as the wind and thunder, and Duanchou's movement is even faster than them!
The sharp claws of zombies are invincible, and Duanchou's sword is sharper than them!
The zombie's body is as hard as black gold, and Duanchou's sword body is even more domineering than them!
The power of zombies destroys mountains and mountains, and Duanchou's supernatural powers kill everything!
Time passed slowly, and three hours had passed without knowing it. At this time, there were very few zombies in the temple.

During this period of time, these zombies are like wheat waves in the field and weeds in the mountains, constantly falling down and standing up, never tireless, fearless in life and death, possessing abnormal defenses and terrifying healing and recovery abilities.

Relying on a large amount of Shenmu Dan and the spiritual power of Spirit Monkey Wine to supplement support, it took more than three hours for Duanchou to finally end this tragic and protracted war of attrition.

It wasn't until the last zombie fell and the body was separated that Duanchou breathed a sigh of relief, secretly exclaiming that he was abnormal, and now he was a little nervous and highly nervous, afraid that the zombie would suddenly resume violent behavior in the next moment.

This is him, powerful in battle, rich in combat experience, good in sword body, supernatural powers, magic weapons, and Taoism, and supported by a solid family background. It's not that he is bragging. He is the pinnacle of perfection, if he doesn't have enough background, he will be eaten alive by these zombies in the end.

After adjusting his breath for a while, Duanchou glanced across the hall, and when he saw the huge bronze gate ten feet high behind the throne of bones, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, without hesitation, he pushed the door and stepped in.

Behind the door is a wide, dark and winding corridor. Duanchou walks all the way, and every time he walks through a section, the bone copper lamp hanging on the top will produce a blue flame out of thin air to illuminate it.

The light of the fire swayed faintly, illuminating a radius of several zhang, and under the shimmering will-o'-the-wisp, each beam showed an epic picture scroll painted and carved on it, magnificent and lifelike.

From the battle in the ancient times, the birth of the generals, the proving of the Dao by the drought, to the exile of the hundreds of clans by the four clans, the origins, rise and fall of the ancient corpse clan are all drawn on this winding and gloomy corridor.

Duanyou's eyes flickered, and a shock was unavoidable in his heart. Seeing the leopard, the power of the ancient race is beyond doubt. If it weren't for the ancient sages who joined hands to seal and exile, what kind of situation would it be if hundreds of clans are still in Zhongtian today? In the current situation, is the human race still the protagonist of the world?
Ask yourself, Duanchou is silent for a while.

It is true that in this vast and ancient epic picture scroll, the Corpse Clan is one of the Hundred Clans in the ancient times. The role played by the human race is not very glorious, even ugly and treacherous like a demon.

Among them, how much is true and how much is false, Duanchou has no way of knowing, but facing the result of the current human race dominating Zhongtian, being the protagonist of heaven and earth, and enjoying boundless luck, nothing but happiness is calm.

Can't say right or wrong, can't talk about good or bad, in the last life, Duanchou was a human race, and in this life, after entering the immortal way, he is still a human race.

The human race is the main character, owning the most vast land resources, favored and cared for by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, there is no reason for Duanchou to be unhappy. Although the experience of the ancient corpse clan is very tragic and pitiful, what does it have to do with him?

People who are not my race will have a different heart. If the ancient corpse clan dominates Zhongtian, or any one of the hundreds of clans occupies a dominant position, what will happen to the current situation of the human race?

Being enslaved, or even being used as food or cauldron, is very likely to happen!
Foreign races are not friendly, there are only so many resources, and there are still disputes and competitions within the race, so one can imagine how it will treat foreign races!

Duanchou is not a bitch of the Holy Mother, so it is naturally impossible to hold grievances for other races, let alone denounce the despicable cruelty of the sages as the current human race, and charge forward for the rise and revival of hundreds of races.

Therefore, although he was shocked by the ancient power of the ancient corpse clan, from the perspective of the human race, Duanchou was indifferent and hard-hearted from the beginning to the end, and did not cause any waves. The corpse clan picture scroll, to analyze and figure out the ability defects of the corpse clan, and to find the description of Jiangli.

But it is a pity that Duanchou was not found. This ancient epic picture scroll, all the way to the end of the corridor, only recorded the last scene of the corpse clan being sealed and exiled, but it never involved the rise of the corpse king in the middle ages. chapter.

With a trace of regret and gloom, Duanchou walked across the corridor and approached a huge palace around the corner.

This is a dormitory, to be precise, this is the dormitory where the corpse king will leave, and it is also the ultimate goal of Duanchou's trip.

Wu Yue and Jiang Li are all inside!

"Um?!"

Standing outside the hall, Duanchou looked at the closed hall door, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

At this time, there was the sobbing sound of the hole flute from the hall, like weeping and complaining, so sad that Duanchou couldn't help frowning, feeling a little weird.

"Jiang Li has not yet been resurrected, his real body is dead, and only his primordial spirit is left. With his identity and current state, it is absolutely impossible for him to play the flute in a leisurely way. Such a sad music is definitely not the work of a generation of heroes."

"Wu Yue was imprisoned, life and death were not in control, and it was even more impossible to be in a dangerous situation. In particular, Duanchou had never heard him play the flute or play with musical instruments. Obviously, he is not good at this."

"To be able to play such a flute sound, it shouldn't be some evil person, but, could it be that weird purple-eyed zombie?"

In his mind, he inexplicably thought of the corpse wasteland, the shattered and reborn purple-eyed zombie, Duanchou felt a little weird.

A fourth-order zombie in the Cauldron Transformation Realm has not yet opened his mind and only knows how to drink blood like a hair. How can he make such a flute sound? If not, is there someone else in the corpse king's bedroom?
"Go in and see!"

A gleam of sharpness flashed across Duanchou's eyes, he thought about it in his heart, and didn't think about it any more.

　PS: Going to work every day, it is really hard to code words after get off work. It is not easy for Jian Chen to persist until now. I hope that capable book friends can still subscribe and support it, otherwise there is really no motivation.

　　
　
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