The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

"Come on, it's a dog."

"..."

Since Xingtian and the other great witches fell one after another, and the Great Chief Chiyou was even captured by Yinglong directly to the Yanhuang tribe, the Jiuli tribe finally couldn't bear the blow and was completely defeated.

The Xuanyuan clan of the Yellow Emperor used the Xuanyuan sword to decapitate the head of the enemy, Chiyou. After all, the grievances between the Yanhuang tribe and the Jiuli tribe were finally settled.

However, the sky above Zhuolu Plain was still shrouded in dark clouds.

Ji Void looked up and stared at the dense clouds in the sky, and even the paper fan in his hand froze. The twelve saints also noticed the difference, so they quietly gathered around Ji Void.

"It seems that the man behind the scenes has the next move..."

"Eradicate that demon and protect the leader of the Yanhuang tribe."

Ji Void opened the paper fan with a "pop", and suddenly an ethereal Dao Law began to wrap around Ji Void. The twelve saints also scattered out, guarding the Huangdi Xuanyuan clan and the Yanhuang tribe, with a solemn expression on his face. Look to the sky.

Because the Huangdi Xuanyuan clan beheaded Chiyou, and the Yanhuang tribe, who were cheering for defeating the Jiuli tribe, saw Ji Kongkong and the Twelve Holy Venerables being different from ordinary people, and they were a little confused.

"What are the followers of martial arts doing?"

"I don't know, looking at their serious looks, isn't the battle over?"

In the voices of discussion, even Huangdi Xuanyuan and Yinglong discovered the abnormal performance of Ji Kongkong and the Twelve Holy Venerables. Following their line of sight, they looked upwards, Yinglong, Goddess Maikui and other strong people. Immediately he frowned.

"It seems that some people are not willing to be reconciled."

Yinglong let out a scream in the sky, and turned into a body of several hundred meters, vibrating his wings and guarding the heads of Huangdi Xuanyuan and others.

The abnormal behavior of the strong men caused the soldiers who had just experienced a war to be confused. Before they could understand it, the dark cloud that had not dissipated over the Zhuolu Plain suddenly rolled up. · · · Flowers · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·?

A vortex was formed, and black clouds rushed out of the vortex, and then got into the bodies of the dead soldiers on the Zhuolu Plain with lightning speed.

The Yanhuang Tribe and the Jiuli Tribe experienced a brutal war. The people who died on the Zhuolu Plain accounted for one third of the people before the war. The blood was barely reaching the ankles. There were even thousands of powerful witches. The corpses of the tribe.

Now, without exception, all of them are surrounded by the dark clouds rushing down from the sky, and an aura that is colder and more evil than when Xingtian fell into the devil's way just blows his face, spreading over the entire Zhuolu Plain, making it disgusting.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Even the rest of the Jiuli tribe didn't understand what was going on. Everyone could only stare wide-eyed and watched in horror as the vortex that was constantly rolling in the sky rushed out into black clouds, one by one. Bodies that have not yet been buried on the battlefield.  …

"Damn it, when has the power of the Demon Dao invaded Honghuang?"

Ying Long, the goddess and the goddess Kui and other powerhouses were full of anger. Demons, witches, and heavens were incompatible. In the wild, the demons were a huge taboo, but it was just an internal war between the human race, but two consecutive wars. The breath of the devil's way appeared this time, and even Yinglong Nukui and others began to have doubts.

"I can't believe that Chi You didn't forget to keep a hand even when he died."

The Xuanyuan Clan of the Yellow Emperor probably understood something when they saw this scene. Although the war between the Jiuli tribe and the Yanhuang tribe was over, it did not mean that the turmoil was over because of this. Now, there may be a more terrifying enemy waiting for them.

"Chiyou may not know that he was put together by someone. Obviously, this is something that only people from the demon world can do."

"Master Ji Void, do you mean that the reason why the Jiuli tribe provoked the war was because of the bewitched by the people of the demon world?"

"If there are people from the devil world invading, then we are careless."

The goddess Maikui from the New Heavenly Court shook her head and said.

"Get ready for the next war, you see."

Ji Void pointed at the soldiers who had died on the Zhuolu Plain. Seeing this, he almost didn't frighten the people from the Huangdi Xuanyuan clan and the Yanhuang tribe to turn pale.[-] million."

Chapter seven hundred and ninth resurrection from the dead

I saw that on the blood-stained battlefield, at this moment, whether it was the Jiuli tribe or the Yanhuang tribe, all those dead soldiers trembled and got up again.

He was surrounded by black demonic energy, and took up his weapon again.

Compared to before their death, these human soldiers who came back to life lacked arms and legs, their faces dark blue and even their eyes were gone, leaving only two pitch-black voids.

"It's the undead army again, that person from the demon world can actually create so many undead."

Seeing these undead soldiers on the Zhuolu Plain, even the Twelve Holy Venerables became a little ugly, and even the two women Wu Yu and Wuyin looked at the undead soldiers with disgust.

After all, it is a disgusting existence like a zombie.

"Everyone, be alert and prepare for the "June [-]" battle!"

Seeing the reappearance of the Jiuli tribe's undead troops, Huangdi Xuanyuan clenched his teeth and raised his Xuanyuan sword to give an order to the soldiers of the Yanhuang tribe. The Yanhuang tribe, who had just defeated the Jiuli tribe, immediately entered a state of tense preparations.

And those Jiuli tribe soldiers who surrendered because of Chiyou's death, when they saw so many undead resurrected beside them, they opened their mouths in astonishment and froze in place, also full of panic.

The Heavenly Slaughter Star disappeared, but the vortex that fell on the sky was still releasing a black cloud, and the whole world was filled with the breath of the magic way, which soon attracted the attention of all the powerful people in the wild.

Under the control of the invisible will, the soldiers who were brought back from the dead by the dark clouds raised their weapons indifferently and charged towards the terrified Jiuli tribe remnants and Yanhuang tribesmen.

In an instant, there were shrill screams and blood splashing, and the remaining members of the Jiuli tribe bore the brunt of being attacked by the undead troops.

"Come on, get out of this Zhuolu, and make trouble for the entire prehistoric world, hahaha!"

The crazy evil laughter of the Heavenly Slaughter Star was constantly echoing between the heavens and the earth, and the undead who came back from being possessed by the cloud were far more violent than the undead in the Jiuli tribe.

Seeing the living creatures, they rushed up desperately, whether it was the Yanhuang tribe or the Jiuli tribe, there was no exception.

The Yanhuang tribe, who had just gone through the war and was somewhat exhausted, suddenly had to face these terrifying undead resurrected from the corpses of their comrades. How could they be able to stop them?

Only the Twelve Saints, Ji Void, Ying Long and others have the ability to get rid of those dense undead.

The Zhuolu Plain was almost filled with these undead figures. The Huangdi Xuanyuan clan and the Yanhuang tribe could only retreat to the outside of the Zhuolu Plain under the cover of the strong.

However, those undead also seemed to have accepted the order, and walked out of the Zhuolu Plain desperately.