The word sacrifice, coupled with the undead army's impact of not fearing life and death, gives people a sense of gloomy and terrifying.

"Kill him!"

Xiao Ye's expression changed, his face became gloomy, and two rays of light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in a low voice.

Although this holy lord of the undead race is only an existence in the Great Heaven, it makes him feel uneasy.

“Yes, Master!”

As Xiao Ye's words came out, Xiao Ye's parents both roared, and terrifying bloodlines spread across the sky and ten earths, and they all went out to kill each other.

Faced with the attack of these two peerless and terrifying beasts, the nine-foot-tall skeleton creature could not resist it at all. After a loud bang, it retreated, and half of its joints were shattered.

"Our tribe is offering sacrifices with more than one million tribe members. How can you stop it? It's too late..."

But he was not panicked, and staggered and stalked, but instead showed a grim smile at Xiao Ye.

"I am the Holy Lord of the Undead Race, 'Natas'. I wish to start the sacrifice with my body, my origin, and my soul."

The skeleton creature made a low and hoarse sound from his mouth. When he was reciting some scripture, he suddenly felt a white mist lingering around him and slowly drifted away around him.

Crack!

Crack!

...

The white mist is very wonderful, as if it can penetrate the universe of the world. Looking around, it is filled with the starry sky, and the white joints of warriors of the undead race are trembling as if they have recovered their vitality.

Boom!

The tremor became more and more violent, causing a roar. The violent fluctuations caused a series of runes to rise, and the dead spirit was overwhelming, which actually intertwined into a large underworld formation.

This formation is composed entirely of the overwhelming white joints and is connected by white mist. The nine-foot-high skeleton creature stands at the center of the formation, constantly reciting scriptures.

Widths of the Netherworld of Netherworld were spreading, gathering in the purple light realm, constantly sweeping into the distance.

"This...what is this?"

"No, I always feel that something unknown is going to happen. Kill him quickly!"

...

At this moment, in the Purple Light Realm, all the powerful humans felt creepy. Xiao Ye didn't need to say too much, they all rushed towards this nine-foot skeleton creature.

Bang!

There was no suspense that this nine-foot skeleton creature was directly blown up by the overwhelming attack of the holy magic.

But everyone was not happy at all, but their hearts were cold.

Because the Netherworld Array is still running, and the roar is getting louder and louder, it is simply irreversible.

Hurry!

The sound of a surging river was heard. It was the pitch-black River Styx, as if it had been summoned from the underworld, and it actually spanned the entire Purple Light Realm.

In the Styx River, black water vapor rose up and turned into countless death runes surging. Gradually, corpses surged up, filled with the breath of death.

"Then... that was the Fenglei Ancestor, who was once famous in the Purple Light Realm. He could fight against the Saint Lord in the Saint Lord. He was very perverted, but he fell millions of years ago and was directly blown up. How could there be any corpse left?"

A sharp-eyed casual cultivator suddenly exclaimed when he saw one of these corpses, which shocked everyone and looked in disbelief.

The corpses that emerged in the River Styx across the Purple Light Realm were actually all the powerful humans who had fallen here!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The world was shaking, and these corpses seemed to have been injected with a kind of power, and they all crawled out of the Styx River, and the dead aura emitted emanated from the human race was spreading towards the powerful humans.

"The saint-level powerful man has been recognized by heaven and earth. Even if he passes away, he has left traces of Tao in the world. Did the undead race use this sinister method to stimulate those traces of Tao?"

Everyone was shocked and their bodies were trembling.

The undead race controls the power of the underworld and likes the Jedi and the dead. This way of offering sacrifices is even more against the will of heaven, condensing corpses that should not exist in the world.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Ye felt even more like being struck by lightning, his face pale.

After talking to the Lord of the Ziguang Realm, he knew the purpose of the undead race attacking the Ziguang Realm in a crazy way.

It is for the human leader who fell here eight million years ago!

Can the sacrifice method of the undead race also condense the body of the human leader?

"We must destroy this formation!"

Xiao Ye raised his head and roared, teleported directly, raised his hand to slap the Netherworld Formation, and at the same time the Holy Son's body lit up, trying to push the Styx across the River.

laugh!

At this moment, a strange sound wave sounded, shaking the corpse that appeared in the Styx, rushing out like a corpse raining, blocking Xiao Ye.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Countless corpses were shattered by Xiao Ye's aura, but his attack was also intercepted.

Xiao Ye's eyes narrowed and he looked into the distance.

I saw five skeleton creatures teleported in the purple light realm, each of which emitted a pressure comparable to the Holy Lord. They were the Holy Lords of the undead race, all of whom reached the level of the True Heaven.

These five saints were all holding flutes made of white bones, playing the strange sound waves. The rhythm actually formed a control force, causing the corpses in the Styx to continue to rush out and kill towards the human warriors.

Even though it is just a corpse, it also possesses some of the abilities of its predecessors. All the things shown are the holy laws of the human race, which have been clearing the years and constantly attacking.

"court death!"

Xiao Ye's eyes were cold, and he shook the corpse in front of him and killed the five undead saints.

Everyone also reacted and attacked them one after another.

But the Styx River was so terrifying that more and more corpses appeared, densely packed. It is hard to imagine how many powerful humans have fallen from the Purple Light Realm throughout the ages.

Moreover, as time goes by, the corpses that emerged in the Styx River became stronger and stronger, and the existence of the Holy Lord level began to appear. They all rushed out, like a mountain of corpses, lying across the face of everyone, spreading across the universe, and even no gap was found.

The human strongmen in the Ziguang Realm are fighting against the human strongmen born in the past years!

Rumble!

Xiao Ye's sage son's body became more and more terrifying. He had endless power in every move. He blasted out a passage in the mountain of corpses, facing the holy master of the undead race.

"Hehe, I am worthy of being the Holy Son of Taichu, and I am indeed strong enough."

"It's a pity that you're still one step late."

Facing Xiao Ye, the five skeleton creatures all smiled grimly and spoke their words, which made Xiao Ye's heart jump.

Next moment

Boom!

The black Styx River shocked violently and exploded. Countless corpses were shaken away. There was a vast array of death aura gathering wildly, as if something extremely terrifying was about to come to the world. Only I am the only one, and all the ways are united, which makes the world cry and all living beings tremble.

"not good!"

Xiao Ye's pupils shrank and his whole body was cold.

Did the worst thing happen?
Chapter completed!