sorcery

Chapter 87 The corpse is under the city
"King of the dead, you are so frenzied today and want to slaughter millions of people of my human race, are you not afraid that my human destiny will backfire, and in the future, the strong of my human race will step on the underworld and slaughter your dead?"

Yun Chen roared like thunder, like a monarch from hell, full of endless unwillingness.

"Hahaha! Do you think it's still the era when people are ordered by the heavens, when all races bow their heads, and the heavens respect each other? It's really ridiculous to return the fate of humanity."

The dead king's words were full of arrogance and murderous intent, and endless resentment was vented.

Yun Chen's body was full of energy and blood, as if he was forcibly breaking free from the shackles of the runes, and the aura burst out like a beast.

The hatred and anger in his heart were intertwined, and his eyes faintly turned blood red.

"Son Yunchen, are you angry? Do you hate? Have you realized the mentality of this king? Protecting all people and killing all evils, but what is the final result? I did not die in the hands of evil spirits, but died In the hands of my own people, how sad, how ridiculous, how ridiculous! Today is the beginning of my king's revenge."

The dead king watched Yun Chen coldly. He felt this helplessness and sadness more than anyone else.

"Dead King, I don't care who your predecessor is, go back to the Underworld immediately."

Yun Chen raised his head suddenly, his gaze was devoid of emotion, full of ruthlessness, coldness, like an immortal monarch.

"Humph!"

The Dead King snorted heavily, his blood-colored eyes filled with deep disdain.

The group of corpses rolled and moved, like ferocious beasts galloping, mixed with endless smoke and dust, less than five hundred miles away from Thunder City, and endless blood clouds shrouded the sky and the earth, exuding a bloodthirsty and evil aura.

Thunder City, West Gate, above the city tower.

Fan Tong, Qing Muzi, Nie Canghai, Mu Yuankong, Xuanhuo, Lei Qianjue, Luo Yuntian, etc. There were more than a dozen figures standing among them, and everyone's expressions were extremely ugly, especially Fan Tong, whose eyes were full of seriousness. , when he took a look.

The figure shook for a while, and almost fell off the tower, his eyes were full of fear.

"Yun...boy Yun."

"Senior, what's the matter." Qing Muzi was the closest, and immediately stepped forward to ask.

"Yun Chen was arrested, damn it, damn it! This old man shouldn't let that kid mess around, alas!"

Fan Tong slammed his fist on the brick wall with endless regret and self-blame on his face.

"What, senior, you said that Yun Chen was arrested, this..." Qing Muzi was shocked when he heard this, his eyes were full of shock.

"Little friend Yun was arrested, senior, you should think of a way! No matter what, you can't let little friend Yun make mistakes!"

When Nie Canghai heard this, his eyes were filled with endless surprise.

"Senior, no matter what, save my master!" Mu Yuankong patted his bald head, his eyes filled with deep anger, wishing he could go down now and wipe out the corpses.

"To shut up."

Fan Tongtong yelled angrily, seeing the crowd of corpses getting closer and closer, his heart felt agitated for no reason. If possible, he really wanted to jump down and kill the crowd of corpses, but he couldn't do that. For the citizens of the city, Yunchen's ultimate goal is to let him guard the people of this city, instead of letting him fight against the corpses casually.

"Senior, are you just watching Brother Yun fall into the hands of corpses? Please think of a way!" Luo Yuntian knelt down directly, with endless pleading in his eyes.

"Senior, please act!"

"Senior, please act!"

"senior……"

Nie Canghai, Mu Yuankong, Tianjizi, Xuanhuo and the others all knelt down. Now Fan Tong is the only one who can save Yunchen. If Yunchen falls because of this, they are all to blame.

"That's enough, don't you want to save me as an old man? But when the old man goes, what will the people of this city do? Who of you can protect them? If the old man goes, he will fall into the trap of the dead king."

Fan Tong tremblingly pulled out the cigarette stick from his waist and lit it, took a few puffs hard, looked at the corpses getting closer, full of helplessness and remorse, but there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, that boyish The fortune is majestic, which is rare in this world, and there is the emperor's imperial decree, what is he waiting for.

Everyone was silent, not talking, their faces were full of helplessness and regret, and endless anger was vented in their hearts. If possible, they would rather take Yun Chen through it.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and corpses rolled towards them. There was a violent vibration on the ground, and it could be seen that countless corpses, like an army, stopped less than ten miles from the west gate, and more than a dozen blood-colored figures floated in the sky.

"Brother Yun..."

Luo Yuntian stood up, looked at the restrained Yunchen, and let out a roar.

"Master."

"Little friend."

"Little friend Yun."

Qing Muzi, Xuan Huo, Tian Jizi and others roared out one by one, really wishing they could rush out.

"Little Yunchen, have you seen it? This is the human race, and this is the people of the human race you speak of. How many strong people do you see, but you are sent to die by a Qi practitioner..."

The figure of the dead king was suspended in the void, looking at the people on the tower in front of him, his voice was full of sarcasm.

"How many strong people in our human race, how many rapes, how many selfish people who are greedy for life and fear of death, do not hesitate to sell the interests of the entire race for their own selfishness."

Yun Chen looked up at the sky, his voice filled with endless calm, looking at the people in front of him.

"So what, the dragon has nine sons, and they are not the same, let alone human beings? Our human race is more of a hero who is not afraid of death, shed blood for the human race, and gave his life. I, Yunchen, can't compare with my predecessors and sages. , but I am also a man of seven feet. Even if I die, I will not wait for you."

"Okay, well said. Boy Yun, he is bloody, enough for a man."

Fan Tongyi let out a long roar, his eyes were full of excitement, and he grabbed the bricks with both hands, creating cracks one after another.

"Hypocrisy, it's hypocrisy to the extreme, Yun Chen, are you still obsessed with it?"

The dead king's voice was full of coldness and contempt.

"That's enough, King of the Dead, kill as much as you want. With so much nonsense, do you think that if you take me as a hostage, they will catch me without a fight? Go ahead and make your dream come true!"

Yun Chen's words carried an incomparably cold aura.

"Kill you, how is it possible, today the king wants to slaughter the entire city, set up a blood sacrifice array, and summon me, the king of the underworld, to come into the world, and you are the carrier of my king, I want you to watch this place become a dead zone with your own eyes. "

The eyes of the dead king gleamed with blood, filled with endless strangeness.

"Dead King, go dreaming! Senior Fan, set up the formation."

Yun Chen let out a roar, his face was full of ferociousness, like an ancient beast revived.

Fan Tong trembled all over, closed his eyes deeply, his heart was full of helplessness, one side was millions of people, and the other side was Yunchen who had the capital of becoming emperor, this made him unable to choose, if possible, he would rather give up this A city of people exchanged Yun Chen's life, but if he really did this, Yun Chen would hate him for the rest of his life.

"Boy Yun, the old man is sorry for you, Qiankun Demon Sealing Formation, Qi."

Fan Tong opened his eyes violently, his whole body was filled with the majesty of the Holy Dao, a ray of golden light bloomed between his brows, and a four-dimensional god seal emerged in the void, like a round of golden sun, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

The divine fire filled the air, as if the three-legged golden crow was reborn, the runes circulated, and the world-destroying thunder bloomed, mixed with an endless and terrifying aura.

The entire Thunder City with a radius of [-] miles was instantly enveloped, and everyone could only look at Yun Chen through the light curtain, but it was only close at hand, but it seemed like the ends of the world.

"Little friend Yun, the owner of this city is ashamed of you, please accept the bow of the sea."

Nie Canghai tidied up his clothes, and saluted Yun Chen three times, his eyes filled with deep guilt and helplessness.

"Damn it, it turned out to be the accompanying king array, hasn't it been lost forever?"

The dead king felt the golden magic circle in front of him, and cried out on the spot.

"Hahaha! Dead King, there are so many things you don't know? Do you think it will be useful if you catch me? Do you think you can slaughter the city by controlling the corpses? Under the Qiankun Demon Sealing Formation, it doesn't matter how many you come and die, Lord Nie, you don’t have to blame yourself, as a human being, I, Yunchen, have a duty to do it, but it’s a pity that I can’t drink the wine made by Miss Chenxi, it’s really a pity in life.”

Yun Chen looked up to the sky and laughed, his face was full of fearlessness, now that Thunder City is protected by the Universe Sealing Demon Formation, the danger of massacring the city can be solved, and now it's time to fight with the dead king.

"Little Yunchen, you deserve to die."

The dead king let out a roar, and his withered and rotten palm was mixed with a strong dead air, which instantly hit Yunchen's chest.

"puff!"

Yun Chen opened his mouth and sprayed blood mist, and his figure fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Little friend."

"Master."

"Brother Yun."

"Little Lord."

The sound was full of anger and sorrow, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the bottom, full of guilt and helplessness, they really wanted to rush out to represent Yun Chen.

"Dead... king of men... So you...will be angry too? It's ridiculous that a dead person still has feelings, ridiculous! Aren't you going to kill me? Do it!"

The corner of Yun Chen's mouth was stained with blood, and he stood up slowly. The rune locks around his body had been dissipated. The dead man's palm made him suffer a lot, but it didn't hurt the root.

"Little Yunchen, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

The dead king shouted angrily, and his figure appeared in front of Yun Chen like a ghost, his blood-colored pupils kept staring at him.

"You can kill me, but unfortunately you missed the best opportunity."

Yun Chen gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a broken golden scroll suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, a trace of terrifying coercion permeated the air, as if the ancient holy emperor came to the world, with the terrifying aura of suppressing the heavens and destroying the ages.

The dead king's eyes were fixed, and his figure took a few steps back unconsciously, "Damn it, what is it in your hand."

"If you want to leave, die with me!"

"Luck is the sacrifice, and merit is the sacrifice."

"The imperial decree is unsealed, to punish evil and kill demons."

The imperial decree in Yunchen's palm emerged into the void, and he saw endless golden light covering the void, with endless panic, as mighty as the might of the sky.

I saw a golden figure filling the void, surrounded by blue dragons circling, white tigers roaring, black tortoises roaring, and red birds neighing, as if spanning endless time and space, like the end of eternity.

The imperial decree unfolded slowly across the sky, and golden dragon-shaped fonts emerged one after another, each of which contained a terrifying momentum to suppress the world and subdue all demons, as if the emperor's relatives came and the world bowed their heads.

(End of this chapter)