Emperor of Death

Chapter 332 Killing the Martial King Bullhead Warrior
The bull-headed warrior of King Wu level covered the wound on his abdomen with his big hands, stared fiercely at Yechen and the others with eyes like lanterns, walked towards Yechen step by step, and let out a roar that shook the sky.

"Roar!" Even though the ending was so serious, his voice was still full of majesty.

Yechen smiled, and the city-breaking crossbow continued to shoot, and the bull-headed warrior continued to hold the crossbow in his hand. Because of the use of force, the muscles of the whole body were tensed, and the bleeding from the bull-headed warrior's lower abdomen was faster.

Blood is the source of his strength, the lack of blood greatly reduced his strength, this time the crossbow shot into the body two fingers deep and injured the internal organs.

"Chirp!" The crossbow continued, this time piercing through his chest, flying his five-meter-high body into the air, and impaling him on a distant wall.

Blood poured out from the bull-headed warrior, turning him into a huge blood man. His eyes were still fixed on Ye Chen, and he roared loudly at Ye Chen again.

"It's very tragic." The little fat man said softly.

Yechen sneered and said, "There are more tragic scenes when our human race is under the blade of a foreign race."

The Tauren warrior finally laid down on the ground slowly with unwillingness, the blood pooled and flowed into a river of blood.

Yechen stood up and silently watched the tauren warrior lying on the ground struggling, and did not stop until the last blood was drained.

"Is it dead?" The little fat man asked from the side.

Yechen said indifferently: "Wait a little longer."

After 5 minutes, seeing that the tauren hadn't moved, Yechen stepped out of the barrier of divine power and touched the alchemy furnace in front of the altar.

The alchemy furnace is one meter high, with five big feet on the ground, and alien gods are carved on it.

The little fat man said strangely: "They retreated, why did they forget such a good thing here."

Yechen said indifferently: "It should be that there were sacrifices in the stove at that time. For devout believers, naturally they couldn't take away the half-eaten sacrifices of the gods, so they stayed. Of course, it is meaningless to guess these things. , getting good things is the most important thing.”

While speaking, Yechen put the alchemy furnace into the storage ring, with a happy smile on his face.

Yechen has always longed for a good alchemy furnace. At the beginning, Jiangyin Academy's spirit-level alchemy furnace made him very greedy. Now that he has a king-level alchemy furnace, it is no less than a timely gift for him.

Compared with those garbage alchemy furnaces at home, using this king-level alchemy furnace is enough to increase Yechen's alchemy speed by five times.

Then, Yechen took out a porcelain bottle, walked to those dead bull-headed warriors, and grabbed the void below with his right hand. The blood on the ground was grabbed by Yechen out of thin air, poured into Yechen's palm, and condensed into a The blood group, and then, the blood group was poured into the porcelain bottle by Ye Chen.

This blood has been refined by temple priests of other races, and it is all essence power. It is even more precious than the blood of human fighters at the martial spirit level, and even no worse than the blood of human martial king masters. If it is used to arrange blood corpse formations, That couldn't be better.

The little fat man looked at Yechen's method of catching blood in the void, and hurried to Yechen's side and asked, "What method are you using?"

Ye Chen said indifferently: "I can only use it when I reach the level of a martial artist. As for you, you must at least be at the level of a martial spirit."

"Oh!" Ye Chen's words dispelled the little fat man's thoughts, and the power system is different, so the little fat man can't learn Yechen's martial arts.

After filling thirty bottles with the blood of the Wuling-level tauren, Ye Chen packed the blood of the Wuwang tauren separately.

"Phew!" Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he gained a lot. He didn't notice that killing the tauren had such benefits. Now it seems that it makes Ye Chen happier than getting the soul fire.

When Yechen collected the blood, Lan Wen had already started drawing the spirit-separating array, and when the blood was collected, the spirit-separating array had already been drawn.

"Let's go, let's go after that little fox man." Ye Chen said.

"There is no way ahead, where are we going?" the little fat man said.

Yechen walked towards the city-breaking crossbow slowly, and said indifferently: "Roads are created by people." Then he turned the city-breaking crossbow around and turned to the little fat man, who was startled and ran away quickly.

"Chirp!" The city-breaking crossbow the size of an arm was shot out, hitting the wall where the little fox man disappeared, and immediately opened a big hole.

The city-breaking crossbow is said to be able to break through even the city wall, and this thin wall is no longer a problem.

The little fat man looked at the city-breaking crossbow staring at the stone wall in the distance, and asked curiously, "Why hasn't it been blasted away?"

Ye Chen said: "It means that there is no wall at all, but the part of the temple connected to the earth, which has been born with the earth. If you don't believe me, try it."

The little fat man hurried over, put his hands against the wall, opened his eyes after a while and said, "Really, I can feel the breath of the earth."

Yechen put away the city-breaking crossbow, and said calmly: "Let's go!"

Walking through the broken wall, there was suddenly a shrill ghost crying in front of him, and the dense crying sounded like an army of tens of thousands of ghosts ahead.

Ye Chen said indifferently: "Unexpectedly, the dungeon is not on the ground, but across the altar. It's okay, after clearing this place, the little fox man will have nowhere to run."

"Boom!" There was another huge earthquake in the entire temple.

"It's coming again!" The little fat man showed worry again, "Yechen, what's going on."

Ye Chen cast his eyes forward, and said calmly: "Maybe the answer is in it, go and have a look and you'll know."

After entering the dungeon, there are steel cages on the left and right sides. Countless ghosts are crying in the steel cages, with blood and tears floating around, and the mummified corpses lying motionless on the ground suddenly get up and face Yechen and the others let out roars.

"There are herbs!" said the little fat man.

This is a paradise for ghosts and zombies. The Yin Qi has been swallowed up for many years, and countless precious herbs have been nourished.

"That's right. I suddenly thought of a question." The little fat man said, "Why don't the dead creatures touch the herbs around them? It stands to reason that the herbs have such a strong yin energy that they should treat them as treasures."

Yechen said lightly: "These herbs are their treasures, but dead creatures are different from us human warriors. They breathe out Yin Qi to nourish the herbs, and then absorb the smell from the herbs to improve their cultivation. For them, growing Only the medicinal herbs in the medicine are useful, and the medicinal herbs that have been picked have lost their effect."

"Oh I got it!"

Yechen's thoughts drifted to Death Mountain involuntarily, and he didn't know what kind of herb was bred when the two emperor-level dead creatures swallowed Yin Qi there. It would be great if they could be picked back. On the mainland, the most precious magic medicine.

(End of this chapter)