wicked immortal

On the ground, countless skeletons broke through the ground, staggering and surrounded them from all directions, and many corpses that had fallen on the ground suddenly stood up.

In just a few breaths, the surrounding skeletons and naked corpses were densely packed, hundreds of thousands, like a tidal wave, making one's scalp explode.

Seeing this astonishing scene, Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

Not only Zhao Yuan was stunned, but the two twin Taoist priests and the disciple of the Death God, Luo Mu, also looked shocked. Obviously, they did not expect the King of Ten Thousand Corpses to be so powerful.

Of course, wonder is not fear.

Faced with these ordinary skeletons and rotting corpses, neither the black-hearted Taoist priest nor Rom paid much attention to them. After all, although these corpses looked scary, most of them were decayed, and some of them were scattered all over the ground as they walked in the grass. It's really hard to see how much combat power it has.

"You want to use these low-level creatures to kill me?" There was a hint of disdain in Rom's haughty eyes.

"Ow..."

The King of Corpses ignored Romu, black flames boiled in his deep-set eye sockets, mixed with lightning-like brilliance.

"Ow!"

Amidst the roar of the King of Ten Thousand Corpses, large groups of corpse gas spewed out from his huge mouth, and the wind could not disperse them, circling in the air, passing groups of walking corpses.

An even weirder scene appeared.

Those originally sluggish skeletons, after being swept by the corpse, immediately became agile in their movements, and their rotting bodies seemed to be suddenly filled with a strange force, not only became steel and iron bones, but also the bones that would collapse at the touch of a touch The skeleton also becomes shiny.

The most shocking thing was that those walking dead seemed to suddenly have consciousness, and they bent down to pick up stones and sticks on the ground as weapons.

Boiling murderous intent spread across the wasteland.

Thousands of walking dead rushed to Rom like a tide, silently, full of a suffocating horror.

Rom seemed to feel the power of those walking dead, and his face became serious.

No one is more familiar with the dead than Roma, because he is the disciple of the god of death.

The corpse aura emitted by this bald guy is different from ordinary corpse aura. It can not only endow corpses with strength, but also make them develop a simple fighting consciousness.

King of corpses!

Could it be that he is really the king of corpses?

Facing the tide of walking corpses, Rom didn't hesitate any longer. The pitch-black scythe in his hand drew a suffocating line in the air, and the end point of the line was the King of Corpses.

"kill!"

The King of Ten Thousand Corpses seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and suddenly opened his mouth wide, letting out a huge roar.

At the same time, those walking corpses who were still a bit dull suddenly became excited, and rushed towards Rom frantically. The movements were so fast that even Zhao Yuan, who is good at speed, was a little shocked. See, even if he was killed, he would not believe that the skeleton that just woke up from the ground would have such an amazing speed...

Zhao Yuan really wanted to see the fighting power of those walking corpses and skeletons. Seeing Rom rushing towards him like lightning, the Ice and Fire Demon Knife in his hand suddenly trembled into a mass of blade flowers, which formed a steel-like Great Wall, forcefully smashing Rom The pitch-black sickle blocked it with one hit, buying a little time for the king of corpses.

Pong!

The pitch-black and sharp death sickle collided with the heavy and huge ice and fire magic knife in the air, stirring up violent air currents, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains, and surging winds and clouds.

Zhao Yuan and Rom retreated at the same time.

Evenly matched, evenly matched!

Both Zhao Yuan and Rom were shocked. Obviously, neither of them thought that the other's body could be so powerful.

The two black-hearted Taoist priests onlookers couldn't help but glanced at each other, their faces were full of horror. The strength of Zhao Yuan and Rom was far beyond their scope of thinking, especially Zhao Yuan, you know, a few days ago, When Zhao Yuan saw them, he immediately ran away, without the air of a master at all.

"kill!"

With Zhao Yuan's block, the surrounding carrion corpses and skeletons rushed over from all directions.

Facing the tide of walking dead, Rom could no longer concentrate on fighting Zhao Yuan, because the target of those skeletons was very clear——him.

Hundreds of walking corpses, rocks and sticks, they were killed on the spot without any hesitation, without any chance.

What is the battle that most hones one's will?

Of course it is fighting on the battlefield, facing thousands of troops, fearless in the jungle of swords.

These waking corpses are full of boundless tyranny. They are a ferocious army, each with a knife. Facing this ferocious army, fighting alone is indeed a time to test courage, wisdom, strength, and luck.

It wasn't the first time that Roma had killed someone, but it was the first time to kill this kind of lifeless walking dead. At first, he was a little uncomfortable, but when a skeleton's claws scratched his neck, it almost cut him off. With half of his face, his incompatibility completely disappeared, and the rest is to use the knife, stab the vital point, dodge, and use the sharp swordsmanship to take people's lives.

One after another, life disappeared under the death scythe. When every walking corpse was stabbed to death by Rom, Rom's spirit became more acute, and he felt the breath of the dead.

Rom himself is a disciple of the god of death, he is the most sensitive to the breath of death, and he can even turn the soul of the dead into his own power.

Rom seemed to have turned into a real god of death, with the black sickle in his hand, constantly harvesting lives.

However, the fighting power of the walking dead far exceeded Rom's imagination. They shot from all directions like locusts, forming wave after wave of corpses, charging forward fearlessly.

Any powerful master is afraid of being surrounded by a large army. Among thousands of troops, it is difficult to display any martial arts.Random guns and knives have no eyes.

During the rebellion of the Crusaders at Zhenshuiguan, the invincible Roma died under random knives and was chopped into meat sauce...

Although Rom has long stamina and is much stronger than ordinary cultivators, he is also in danger. If it weren't for the death scythe in his hand, which cut iron like mud, the mana on it was sharp, and it would Carrion corpses and skeletons are easily cut off, and he has been killed countless times.

Even so, Rom's hands and neck were covered with stones and claw wounds everywhere, and in just a moment, they were already covered with scars.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, and heroes can't stop many people. What's more, Rom is facing a wave of corpses who are not afraid of death. It's just that before half a stick of incense, Rom's movements are already in a hurry. At that time, the endless tide of corpses was still surging, densely packed, as if covering the entire earth...

"Good job!" Zhao Yuan didn't expect that after these seemingly ordinary corpses were manipulated by the king of corpses, their fighting power would be so powerful, and their speed even surpassed that of the corpse demons in the Demon Core Continent.

"Humph!"

The King of Ten Thousand Corpses ignored Zhao Yuan, and fixed his deep-set eyes on Romu, who was killing the corpses. Angry flames shot out from his eyes.

In the mind of the king of corpses, those corpses are not lifeless things, but his subordinates. Now, when he saw that it was only half a stick of incense, hundreds of corpses died under Romu's black scythe. The wreckage on the ground is piled up like a mountain, which shows his bad mood.

The angry King of Ten Thousand Corpses stretched out his ten fingers, his black nails like sharp swords actually exuded black mist, the mist gathered together, and then turned into lines one after another, shooting into the walking dead one after another.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Yuan observed the movements of the King of Ten Thousand Corpses, and he found that the King of Ten Thousand Corpses seemed to have a method of controlling corpses.

Under Zhao Yuan's gaze, the dense black lines submerged into the crowd of corpses, and were sucked into the nostrils by several skeletons who were still in good shape...

Clang!

Just when Rom was slightly distracted, a skeleton claw suddenly appeared in his eyes like a ghost, like ghosts and gods suddenly crawling out of the darkness, like dazzling brilliance, descending from the sky, unstoppable.

buzzing

Rom felt the hairs on his neck, and they all stood up. He watched helplessly as the pitch-black skeleton claw slashed towards his neck, but his fingers had no time to react.

The power of this grab was strong, and it was clear that the corpses that had been attacked were definitely not the walking dead in the beginning.

"I fought with you!"

Rom was also surrounded and hunted by crowds last time. This time he chased Zhao Yuan and fell into the sand formation, but was surrounded and killed by thousands of walking corpses. He was aroused fiercely, and suddenly roared, urging the tyrannical His fleshy body forcibly held the claw of the skeleton claw...