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At the northern end of Alans Continent, there is a gathering place for necromancers and the location of the ultimate undead altar!

From here, a large number of high-level undead demons were born. Many demons have set off endless bloody storms in the human world. Among them, there are two people who are the most famous.

A man named Farley, 2000 years ago, in the darkest years of the Silent Era, as an undead monarch, led an army of undead that could not be seen at the end and stretched straight to the end of the horizon, crossed the Feilong Desert, and invaded Alan The human world!

The other one is undoubtedly Dongditian...

Now, for Feng Qinglang and others who were kidnapped by the spiritual power of Dongditian, it is a moment to witness history...

A little fly in the ointment is that each of them ghosts from the future must also accompany Dong Ditian to lie on the ultimate altar of the dead.

The altars are all made of top-quality undead stones, which are special types of stones that are said to be cold to the bone once under the shadow of the undead sky. Its price is far higher than gold of the same weight!

Even the existence of the spirit body, it is not known whether it is due to psychological effects, they can also feel the slightest chill coming from the back...

The person involved, Dong Ditian, was covered in a layer of white frost fog all over his body by ice. Whenever he tried to dispel the coldness with his strength, that old voice would come from above the sky: " Please be patient, Your Excellency Dongditian! The bone-piercing coldness is part of the blood of undead demons!"

Dong Ditian gave up using his strength to resist, but was so cold that his teeth were constantly fighting. It can be seen that he has actually endured it with great endurance...Edong Ditian's tenacity, even so, everyone can't imagine, the undead How cold is the stone!

Perhaps, Dongditian didn't know how long he had been lying still in such a desperate situation, but Feng Qinglang and the others, who were in the other party's memory, only felt that it was an instant, and they could only guess based on the rapidly changing layers of sand paintings on the undead sky. It must be a long time...

Above the sky, the old voice came again: "Your Excellency Dongditian, between life and death, there is a way of life called life is better than death! Only by walking out of this way can death no longer be life. The only end point, the party may be reborn from the ashes! Are you ready?"

Dong Ditian, whose teeth were trembling, only blinked his eyes rapidly to express his inner agreement.

Feng Qinglang turned her head slightly, and she could see a large number of undead guards, walking in line to the edge of the altar, pouring down the undead flowers in the basket on their backs. Although their movements were stiff, they were instinctively careful to avoid contact with the altar. Any contact with the Undead Stone.

When a group of guards were poured out, they retreated neatly and replaced with another large group of undead guards, and continued to dump the undead flowers...

It is said that many people have never seen this kind of flowers that can only be seen in extremely cloudy places, but now Feng Qinglang and the others, looking around, all of these flowers exist, and they are even more beautiful than what they see in the illustrated book It smells like the first gust of wind that a monk living in the mountains smells when he wakes up in the morning, and it should only appear in the most fragrant dream of childhood. the smell of...

When the group of abductees were secretly intoxicated, Dongfang Pei smiled wryly and said: "Our spiritual power is completely suppressed now... This is just the memory of Dongditian, in fact, the real Undead Flower may not be like this."

Only then did everyone realize that it turned out that it was just Dong Ditian's feeling at the time, that was him who was desperate, and still had a beautiful longing for the world...

So he turned his head sideways, and sure enough, he could see a faint smile overflowing from the corner of Dong Ditian's mouth.

When these undead flowers piled up on the periphery to the same height, extending the diameter of the entire altar by nearly ten meters, a large number of death bells appeared. On the surface, it seemed to be a small silver-gray bell, but in fact, it It is also a plant that can only grow in extremely shady places. When it moves with the wind, it will not make any sound. Only when it meets the undead flower, it will be as loud as a wind chime, crisp and melodious.

They fell into the undead flowers one by one, and the light bells rang incessantly. At first it was just a mess, but after countless collisions, it seemed to faintly become a beautiful ancient song, which was melodious and long. One's thoughts can't help but sway along with it, as if returning to one of the deepest and sweetest dreams.

Dongfang Pei continued to remind: "It's just that Dongditian thought it was like this..."

This made Umanela couldn't help complaining: "Your Excellency Dongfang Pei, can you not be so cruel?"

Dongfang Pei called Qu and said, "The old man is just worried that you will get lost because of this!"

"..."

Next, there are various complicated preparation ceremonies. It can be seen that even in the world of the undead, this should be the ultimate undead ceremony of a very high standard. Maybe Dong Ditian's physical condition is too poor, or maybe Dong Ditian Ditian was No.1 in the human world...

When hundreds of necromancers appeared on the stage, even Dongfang Pei and Li Yinuo felt a bit suffocated. I don't know the real strength of these necromancers, but from the perspective of mental fluctuations, they have a lot of power in this field of spiritual power. Items, all of them are peerless powerhouses!

Under the canopy of the undead, there is the looming 48-pointed star. Under its witness, half of the hundreds of necromancers sat down with their eyes closed, and the other half began to sing the hymns of the undead neatly. It was like a whispering voice, without obvious high and low syllables, and I couldn't hear a single word in it, but I could hear a kind of resistance and unyielding in it!

The sound seemed to be getting louder and louder, resounding through the world, and everything in the world seemed to be part of this sound. The 48-pointed star in the sky gradually became clearer, and the silver-gray light flow was dotted on Ye Ditian's body. flashed.

Dongditian's lifeless body seemed to be full of life again, as if he would be reborn from Nirvana at any time, and stood up!

But when this feeling became more and more intense, the singing stopped, the 48-pointed star suddenly faded, and the undead sky above his head burst open!

The morning sun poured down on the altar of the undead without warning, and Feng Qinglang and the others also felt that the sun was so dazzling at this time, as if it was full of shattering power!

The toughness of Yidong Ditian actually let out an earth-shattering wail. He was bleeding from seven holes, and his appearance was extremely stern. The flesh all over his body began to rot slowly, and under the burning of the sun, he broke away piece by piece... …

Until the blood was completely drained, and all the flesh fell off completely...

Seeing such drastic changes, everyone looked at each other, and couldn't help feeling chills. There is no death penalty in the world like this. The voice in the sky said that life is better than death. I'm afraid it's not enough to cause this weird process.

Dong Ditian has completely turned into a skeleton, only the upper and lower jaws are still closed, but he can't make any shrill roars!

Finally, the sun receded slowly, and the sky of the undead closed again!

The necromancers in the periphery, those who sat down and rested the night before, slowly stood up, while the mages who sang before sat down and closed their eyes to rest, and the whispering hymn of the undead sang again, a miracle was born, and Dongditian's The physical body slowly began to repair, and the blood began to flow again, as if nothing happened before, and Dong Ditian's body slowly filled with strength again. When everyone had an illusion, Dong Ditian was the real one this time. Reborn, but the sky of the undead opened again, and the sun was expected to pour down. For Dongditian, the process of life being worse than death was repeated again...

So again and again, I don't know how many years have passed!

All I know is that the scene in front of me is getting faster and faster, Dong Ditian's wailing is getting smaller and smaller, and the bright red blood flowing out is slowly turning into silver gray...

Wanglou took a breath and murmured, "How many years has he lived like this?"

Feng Qinglang said calmly: "It's almost ten years."

Watchtower snorted and said, "How can you judge that we have lost the concept of time."

Feng Qinglang laughed at herself and said, "I have my own way to judge."

Wanglou was still waiting to refute, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and shut up decisively.

Only then did everyone realize that besides Dong Ditian, a ruthless man who has gone through the undead ritual for ten years, there seems to be another evildoer who has gone through the blink of an eye for a thousand years...

At this time, it was another time when the sky of the undead opened. At this time, the sunlight was no longer so scorching, but it was faintly glaring, and there seemed to be something more in the light.At the northern end of Alans Continent, there is a gathering place for necromancers and the location of the ultimate undead altar!

From here, a large number of high-level undead demons were born. Many demons have set off endless bloody storms in the human world. Among them, there are two people who are the most famous.

A man named Farley, 2000 years ago, in the darkest years of the Silent Era, as an undead monarch, led an army of undead that could not be seen at the end and stretched straight to the end of the horizon, crossed the Feilong Desert, and invaded Alan The human world!

The other one is undoubtedly Dongditian...

Now, for Feng Qinglang and others who were kidnapped by the spiritual power of Dongditian, it is a moment to witness history...

A little fly in the ointment is that each of them ghosts from the future must also accompany Dong Ditian to lie on the ultimate altar of the dead.

The altars are all made of top-quality undead stones, which are special types of stones that are said to be cold to the bone once under the shadow of the undead sky. Its price is far higher than gold of the same weight!

Even the existence of the spirit body, it is not known whether it is due to psychological effects, they can also feel the slightest chill coming from the back...

The person involved, Dong Ditian, was covered in a layer of white frost fog all over his body by ice. Whenever he tried to dispel the coldness with his strength, that old voice would come from above the sky: " Please be patient, Your Excellency Dongditian! The bone-piercing coldness is part of the blood of undead demons!"

Dong Ditian gave up using his strength to resist, but was so cold that his teeth were constantly fighting. It can be seen that he has actually endured it with great endurance...Edong Ditian's tenacity, even so, everyone can't imagine, the undead How cold is the stone!

Perhaps, Dongditian didn't know how long he had been lying still in such a desperate situation, but Feng Qinglang and the others, who were in the other party's memory, only felt that it was an instant, and they could only guess based on the rapidly changing layers of sand paintings on the undead sky. It must be a long time...

Above the sky, the old voice came again: "Your Excellency Dongditian, between life and death, there is a way of life called life is better than death! Only by walking out of this way can death no longer be life. The only end point, the party may be reborn from the ashes! Are you ready?"

Dong Ditian, whose teeth were trembling, only blinked his eyes rapidly to express his inner agreement.

Feng Qinglang turned her head slightly, and she could see a large number of undead guards, walking in line to the edge of the altar, pouring down the undead flowers in the basket on their backs. Although their movements were stiff, they were instinctively careful to avoid contact with the altar. Any contact with the Undead Stone.

When a group of guards were poured out, they retreated neatly and replaced with another large group of undead guards, and continued to dump the undead flowers...

It is said that many people have never seen this kind of flowers that can only be seen in extremely cloudy places, but now Feng Qinglang and the others, looking around, all of these flowers exist, and they are even more beautiful than what they see in the illustrated book It smells like the first gust of wind that a monk living in the mountains smells when he wakes up in the morning, and it should only appear in the most fragrant dream of childhood. the smell of...

When the group of abductees were secretly intoxicated, Dongfang Pei smiled wryly and said: "Our spiritual power is completely suppressed now... This is just the memory of Dongditian, in fact, the real Undead Flower may not be like this."

Only then did everyone realize that it turned out that it was just Dong Ditian's feeling at the time, that was him who was desperate, and still had a beautiful longing for the world...

So he turned his head sideways, and sure enough, he could see a faint smile overflowing from the corner of Dong Ditian's mouth.

When these undead flowers piled up on the periphery to the same height, extending the diameter of the entire altar by nearly ten meters, a large number of death bells appeared. On the surface, it seemed to be a small silver-gray bell, but in fact, it It is also a plant that can only grow in extremely shady places. When it moves with the wind, it will not make any sound. Only when it meets the undead flower, it will be as loud as a wind chime, crisp and melodious.

They fell into the undead flowers one by one, and the light bells rang incessantly. At first it was just a mess, but after countless collisions, it seemed to faintly become a beautiful ancient song, which was melodious and long. One's thoughts can't help but sway along with it, as if returning to one of the deepest and sweetest dreams.

Dongfang Pei continued to remind: "It's just that Dongditian thought it was like this..."

This made Umanela couldn't help complaining: "Your Excellency Dongfang Pei, can you not be so cruel?"

Dongfang Pei called Qu and said, "The old man is just worried that you will get lost because of this!"

"..."

Next, there are various complicated preparation ceremonies. It can be seen that even in the world of the undead, this should be the ultimate undead ceremony of a very high standard. Maybe Dong Ditian's physical condition is too poor, or maybe Dong Ditian Ditian was No.1 in the human world...

When hundreds of necromancers appeared on the stage, even Dongfang Pei and Li Yinuo felt a bit suffocated. I don't know the real strength of these necromancers, but from the perspective of mental fluctuations, they have a lot of power in this field of spiritual power. Items, all of them are peerless powerhouses!

Under the canopy of the undead, there is the looming 48-pointed star. Under its witness, half of the hundreds of necromancers sat down with their eyes closed, and the other half began to sing the hymns of the undead neatly. It was like a whispering voice, without obvious high and low syllables, and I couldn't hear a single word in it, but I could hear a kind of resistance and unyielding in it!

The sound seemed to be getting louder and louder, resounding through the world, and everything in the world seemed to be part of this sound. The 48-pointed star in the sky gradually became clearer, and the silver-gray light flow was dotted on Ye Ditian's body. flashed.

Dongditian's lifeless body seemed to be full of life again, as if he would be reborn from Nirvana at any time, and stood up!

But when this feeling became more and more intense, the singing stopped, the 48-pointed star suddenly faded, and the undead sky above his head burst open!

The morning sun poured down on the altar of the undead without warning, and Feng Qinglang and the others also felt that the sun was so dazzling at this time, as if it was full of shattering power!

The toughness of Yidong Ditian actually let out an earth-shattering wail. He was bleeding from seven holes, and his appearance was extremely stern. The flesh all over his body began to rot slowly, and under the burning of the sun, he broke away piece by piece... …

Until the blood was completely drained, and all the flesh fell off completely...

Seeing such drastic changes, everyone looked at each other, and couldn't help feeling chills. There is no death penalty in the world like this. The voice in the sky said that life is better than death. I'm afraid it's not enough to cause this weird process.

Dong Ditian has completely turned into a skeleton, only the upper and lower jaws are still closed, but he can't make any shrill roars!

Finally, the sun receded slowly, and the sky of the undead closed again!

The necromancers in the periphery, those who sat down and rested the night before, slowly stood up, while the mages who sang before sat down and closed their eyes to rest, and the whispering hymn of the undead sang again, a miracle was born, and Dongditian's The physical body slowly began to repair, and the blood began to flow again, as if nothing happened before, and Dong Ditian's body slowly filled with strength again. When everyone had an illusion, Dong Ditian was the real one this time. Reborn, but the sky of the undead opened again, and the sun was expected to pour down. For Dongditian, the process of life being worse than death was repeated again...

So again and again, I don't know how many years have passed!

All I know is that the scene in front of me is getting faster and faster, Dong Ditian's wailing is getting smaller and smaller, and the bright red blood flowing out is slowly turning into silver gray...

Wanglou took a breath and murmured, "How many years has he lived like this?"

Feng Qinglang said calmly: "It's almost ten years."

Watchtower snorted and said, "How can you judge that we have lost the concept of time."

Feng Qinglang laughed at herself and said, "I have my own way to judge."

Wanglou was still waiting to refute, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and shut up decisively.

Only then did everyone realize that besides Dong Ditian, a ruthless man who has gone through the undead ritual for ten years, there seems to be another evildoer who has gone through the blink of an eye for a thousand years...

At this time, it was another time when the sky of the undead opened. At this time, the sunlight was no longer so scorching, but it was faintly glaring, and there seemed to be something more in the light.