Yumeng was aimless and didn't know how long he had been in this swamp of death.

Compared with most skeletons, her bones are as white as jade, and each one is extremely perfect.

Therefore, I don’t know how many skeletons and zombies attacks I provoked.

They wanted to kill her and divide her bones.

In the ancient underworld, bones are the most valuable, followed by the essence of the resentful spirits left after the death of the resentful spirits.

Bones can be used as magic weapons and weapons, but the biggest function is to build your body for yourself.

Some of the skeletons are born, but most of them are pieced together after birth.

When you meet good bones, you will use them to replace the bad bones and fragile bones on your body.

The beautiful woman walked aimlessly, like a newborn beast walking in the primeval forest.

Beautiful and full of danger.

This jade-like skeleton seems weak, but contains endless explosive power.

Every skeleton trying to divide or snatch her bones was eventually broken up by her and crushed into bone powder.

Even the soul energy contained in the skull was absorbed completely by the skull.

The lady has her own weapon, a rusty black sickle.

She doesn't remember where the sickle comes from, just like she doesn't remember where she comes from.

Yu Wu wandered in the swamp of death day by day. All the necro creatures who saw her were shocked by her beauty. They attacked her almost instinctively and snatched her bones, but no one could survive.

It is precisely because of this that she has never shortage of prey. The harmlessness of humans and animals is her label, and it also makes her a moving death trap.

Everyone who saw her was dead, and naturally no one knew about her danger.

As Vivian absorbed more and more soul energy, blood and flesh began to grow on her body.

Her blood carries a strange fragrance, which attracts her even more crazy attacks. Although her combat power is strong, she can't resist the crazy attacks of zombies and skeletons. Her perfect skeleton began to crack, and the newly born flesh and blood were often swallowed up, hanging on her body miserably.

But no matter how serious the injury was, she would never fall down.

The skeletons and zombies in the Death Swamp are the lowest creatures in the ancient underworld. The soul power of this creature is very weak. As long as the Virgin does not die, she will be the one who wins in the end.

In this way, Yu Huan became fuller day by day in the death and killing.

The initial Virgin was just a passive counterattack. When she began to realize the benefits of absorbing soul energy, she began to actively hunt down the undead creatures in the Death Swamp.

Her killing speed was slow at first, and it became faster little by little.

It's like a flower, blooming little by little from bud to petals.

I bloom in the killing, just like the flowers at dawn.

Finally one day, there was no longer a necro creature in the Death Swamp Land, and all the necro creatures were absorbed by the soul power.

On this day, Yu Hua finally grew flesh and blood, hair, nails, and facial features. The only disadvantage was that her eyes had no eyes inside, but only two black holes.

Her skin was pale, her lips were as dark as ink, and her hair was snow-white.

With a complete human form, Yu Huan also activated his spiritual consciousness again. From then on, he was no longer a skeleton that only walked by instinct, and began to learn to think.

However, no matter how hard she thought, the memories were blank.

The nine Nirvana of Death cleared all her memories, and she could only accept the world in front of her with a new perspective.

In front of a stagnant water, Yumeng saw his body.

The snow-white and beautiful are like an ice and snow sculpture.

Then, shame arose, and Yu Wu gathered a simple piece of clothing for himself with his soul. The very short skirt could only be covered with embroidery, and his slender and white legs were still exposed.

The upper body is even simpler and only has a bra. The original intention of Feng Huan is just to restrain her, because sometimes when she moves violently, the area on her chest will really affect her combat effectiveness.

After packing up, Yuhun went north from the swamp of death with his instinctive perception.

We passed by a land of death where souls were desolate, and we also met and hunted countless undead creatures.

After having spiritual consciousness, she was no longer driven by instinct to hunt, but she could not suppress the urge to devour soul energy in her body.

There is a kind of hunger in her bones that makes her extremely eager for her soul.

As she absorbed more and more soul energy, her divine aura became stronger and stronger.

After hunting several times of skeletons wearing bone armor, Yuen also learned to wear armor for himself.

The armor she manifested was black, which was very consistent with her snow-white skin.

The armor was initially very simple. As the number of undead creatures she killed gradually increased, the armor gradually became cold and heavy, and the rusty sickle in her hand became brighter and brighter every day.

The ancient underworld is a barren land. Whether it is the corpse tribe, the skeleton tribe, or the northern vengeful spirit tribe, they are not interested in the West.

Therefore, for a long time, no Dana noticed the existence of the sage.

Until one day, the Queen of Resentful Spirits had a whim and once again cast her divine thoughts at the place where the crow disappeared. Then she was shocked to find that there was no necrotic creature in the Death Swamp.

How many skeletons are there in the Death Swamp?

Hundreds of thousands? Millions?

The Queen of Resentful Spirits could not be sure, just like she didn't know how many zombies there were.

Although soul energy is precious, no one is willing to attack those low-level creatures because the soul energy on them is insignificant.

However, even if it is insignificant, when millions of skeletons and zombies are all hunted, the soul energy generated is still uncalculable.

The queen's gaze began to die and gradually moved northward, because she could sense that the hunter's footprint was shifting northward.

After sweeping through one land of death after another, the Queen of Resentful Spirits became more and more serious.

Where the hunters are involved, there is no necro creature, and all soul energy is absorbed.

The Queen of Resentful Spirits sensed the crisis and wanted to lock in the hunter's divine energy immediately, but she found that she could not lock in it at all. The Hunter was like a real ghost, and after crazily hunting thousands of undead creatures, it disappeared out of thin air.

From beginning to end, the hunter did not violate the territory of the corpse, skeleton, or vengeful spirits, and only hunted low-level unconscious creatures with no consciousness.

In the ancient underworld, low-level undead creatures without spiritual consciousness do not violate anyone's interests, nor do they violate any law in the ancient underworld.

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The most serious thing is, where can so many souls go?

If it is swallowed up by the hunter, then what kind of existence is this hunter?

With so many soul abilities, the power of the ancient gods and demons in the complete body of the resentful spirit queen cannot be absorbed, and it is even more impossible to absorb them all in so much time.

The Queen of Resentful Spirit remembered the Crow's Prophecy. Could it be that the God of Death was really born?

Thinking of this, the Queen of Resentful Spirits no longer dared to sit idly by and immediately sent an envoy to invite the four skeleton kings and the Immortal Corpse King to have a meeting.

In fact, just when the Queen of Resentful Spirit was surprised by this, the four skeleton kings of the Skeleton tribe and the immortal skeleton kings of the Skeleton tribe could no longer sit still, because they also noticed the unusual aura of the West, and at the same time remembered the prophecy of the crow.

One day later, the four skeleton kings rode a four-colored death horse in the air and flew to the city of Frost Skeletons. Later, the immortal corpse king also came from the coffin for thousands of miles.

The Queen of Resentful Spirits was the first to express her guess, and several Skeleton Kings began to discuss.

"I can't imagine anyone who can absorb all of so many soul abilities except God of Death." said the War Skeleton King.

"Is the prophecy of the birth of Death true?" asked the Plague Skeleton King.

"The facts are right in front of you, and I can't help but believe them." said the Skeleton King of the Disaster.

"But where has the God of Death gone now?" asked the Death Skeleton King.

The four skeleton kings said one by one, but no one could give the answer, because the god of death disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared before.

When everyone fell silent, the Immortal Corpse King said: "The God of Death will not disappear all the time. The key to the problem now is that we really have to accept that a God of Death with unknown origin will become the master of the ancient underworld?"

"What does the corpse king mean?" asked the queen of resentful spirit with a stern expression.

"The ancient underworld does not need a new god of death!" The corpse king said with a determined look.

"What do you mean by a few skeleton kings?" the Queen of Resentful Spirit turned her head and asked.

"We also believe that the ancient underworld does not need a new master, because no one can make us surrender. In the difficult years of the past, the god of death did not exist with us." The Death Skeleton King stood up and said.

"If we only look at the eyes, the ancient underworld does not need the God of Death. But don't forget that our enemy is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven will not always be allowed to develop by the way of ancient underworld. Sooner or later, he will destroy us, just like what he did at the beginning. Without the god of death, who will lead us to declare war with the way of heaven in the future?" asked the Queen of Resentment.

Everyone was silent again, and the way of heaven was an unavoidable topic.

In fact, the three tribes wanted to choose the God of Death in order to deal with the crisis of the Heavenly Dao.

Just as everyone was thinking deeply, a huge and endless divine thought suddenly came from the bitter and cold land in the extreme north.

"The sharp blade kills life, and the power traumats the soul!"

As soon as this was said, the endless souls of the entire ancient underworld continent rushed towards the bitter and cold land in the extreme north.

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