("White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. The White Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestor of the resentful spirits, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to express your worship to me!")

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The path of bones is winding and winding, and the end is vaguely visible, but it seems to have no end.

I don’t know how many turns I turned and how many bones I broke, everyone’s minds gradually relaxed.

Just as everyone began to feel irritated by the endless headless bone path, the hazy fog on both sides of the path suddenly reflected pictures.

The picture is like a cloth, rising and falling with the wind, hidden in the fog and appears from time to time. It is a bit illusory and seems extremely real, as if it is a story that happened on this land, traveling through time and space, and is interpreting around everyone.

On the picture, the years that are indescribable and the years that are unknown, I saw countless people fighting in the ground filled with wind and sand, under the gloomy sky. The horses are neighing, the spears are shining with sharp light, and countless sharp crossbow arrows cut through the sky, and blood flowers are spreading on the cold armor, dyeing the sky red...

The person in front fell down, and the person behind quickly made up without any hesitation or retreat; the soldier was cut into his arm by a sharp iron knife, and then used his other hand to strike the next strike; the knight was penetrated by a high-speed rotating crossbow arrow and flew off the war horse. Before he died, he would throw the spear in his hand and penetrate the enemy in front...

The light of swords and shadows of blood and flesh have turned this place into a hell of lucids, with corpses and blood everywhere, and broken arms and limbs everywhere. What is filled with pungent blood; what flows on the ground is dark red.

The war continues. I don’t know how many years have passed or how many springs and autumns have been replaced. The resentment of the dead soldiers has been accumulated in the sky, slowly condensing a yellow river, separating the sky and the earth.

The ground in the picture could no longer tell whether it was mud or blood. Xiao Yan and others seemed to smell the smell of blood from ancient times, which was disgustingly rich.

The picture continues and changes, and continues until the arrival of the dark night...

It was a night without wind and moon. Amid the sound of fighting, a crack was quietly opened in the sky, and a blurry figure fell from the sky, stirring up the resentment.

The endless resentment seemed to have found the outlet for venting, and suddenly became crazy, pouring all into the vague figure from the yellow river, from the dead soldiers, and from the resentment between the two sides of the war.

The blurred figure seemed to enjoy the endless resentment. Wrapped by countless airflows, only a pair of blood-colored eyes hung in the night sky very conspicuously, revealing extreme madness.

The resentment in the sky gathered at an extremely fast rotation, and a huge tornado formed between the sky and the earth. The blurred figure was in the center and laughed wildly. The laughter seemed particularly strange on the dark night.

The sudden change attracted the attention of both sides of the war. Everyone was shocked when they looked up. It seemed that all this exceeded their perception. Everyone forgot about the ongoing battle. The weapons in their hands fell inadvertently, and the war horses under their seats were trembling, and their front hooves were uneasyly digging the ground, looking extremely frightened.

After absorbing a lot of resentment, the blurred figure turned into a hideous face. The face magnified infinitely, covering the entire sky, and letting out a roar downwards.

The roar was like thunder, with strong dissatisfaction. Under the roar, the tornado formed by resentment turned in the direction and swept the entire earth.

Blood eyes flashed in the air, and the resentment became like a ghost possessed, quickly turning into a resentful spirit, rushing to everyone on both sides of the war, whether they were former comrades or enemies. Suddenly, there was a wailing sound on the empty earth.

Countless souls became vaguely ferocious in the fog, as if struggling in pain, but they could not get rid of being driven, and they rushed to the ground involuntarily.

Countless resentful spirits who were not afraid of swords rushed into the battlefield without any suspense. The soldiers soon dried up their flesh and blood, leaving only a bunch of white bones. The unwillingness before death turned into rising resentment, and merged into the resentment legion. The resentment legion grew rapidly at the speed of snowballing, and the despair filled the entire earth.

A great warrior recognized in the army looked at all this, with sad eyes, but still drew his sword to meet him, looking forward to the miracle. But countless resentment faced his blade and penetrated into his body. The warrior's body suddenly became wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely losing its luster. The young face under the helmet instantly became wrinkled, with white hair, hunched over, his vitality sharply reduced, and he died on the spot.

Seeing that even the strongest in the army could not escape, the confidence of countless warriors was completely destroyed, they couldn't understand why they didn't die in the blood of the sword, but fell humiliatedly on the resentful spirit.

No one could explain all this. The resentful spirit roared past his body, and the soldiers became hunched and trembling, and the spirit in their eyes gradually faded.

They all grew old one by one until their lives were exhausted, and then they fell off their mount with a "thump", completely dead, and their resentment of unwillingness took off.

The same is true for their mounts. They are no longer strong and powerful, they are all skinny and will go with their master in a short while.

Not long after, only countless corpses were left on the battlefield, which was a terrible sight.

This scene was really scary. Such a strange way of death, so many fresh lives turned into dust in the blink of an eye, completely disappearing, causing a cold air to vent on Xiao Yan and others.

In the air, the hideous face seemed to be satisfied. He opened his mouth and sucked it, and the continuous resentment was swallowed in. However, his body did not rise but shrank, and slowly condensed into an illusory figure. His powerful strength shocked the space.

Disdainful of looking at the countless dead bones below, the illusory figure looked at the sky and waved his hand casually. In the shocked gazes of Xiao Yan and others, all the corpses gathered together, piled up into a huge bone throne, and the blood that had not yet dried up merged into a stream.

The illusionary figure raised its feet casually and stepped down one step. The ripples echoed under its feet, and it had already arrived in front of the Throne of the Bone. The illusionary figure sat down and turned slowly. A pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and the divine light pierced in the direction of Xiao Yan and others.

The divine light that was sucked by bloody eyes was like a substance. Everyone felt a little stuffy in their chests, and they were shocked. When they came to their senses, they found that the path of bones had reached its end, and all the illusory images on both sides disappeared, and everything returned to normal. As they saw, a huge throne of bones stood in the distance.

Above the throne of the Bone, a figure turned his back to Xiao Yan and others, looking up at the sky, the moon-white clothes fluttering in the wind, but both his clothes and his body seemed a little illusory and unreal.

The figure and black hair are draped over the shoulders, and the temperament is calm and elegant, making people unable to associate it with the hideous and terrifying and madness that they saw in the picture before. Everyone even had an illusion that they were just two people! But the White Bone Throne with blood flowing in front of them clearly and clearly told everyone that this person is definitely the person with a hideous face in the picture.

The illusory figure did not react because of Xiao Yan and others. It still stared at the distance, as if waiting for something...

Everyone held the weapon tightly, sweat leaked out from their palms, and they could not tell what to do next.

A sudden afterimage appeared above the night sky, gradually coming from the sky, cutting through the chaotic eternal night.

Where the afterimage passed, the void broke through, and a red moon flashed, hanging high in the sky, as red as blood, the moonlight was no longer as gentle as water, but just looked down at the vast world indifferently.

The blood moon is silent, and the ground is like frost. Under the blood moon, the Gobi Desert, thousands of miles of yellow sand, and on the deserted wasteland, the dark sky and the lead-yellow desert are connected in a line, showing desolation.

The illusory figure looked at the blood moon and sighed slightly. The cold moonlight spread across the earth, but it seemed that it could not shine through the thousand-thick gauze, and could not drive away the loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.

"Is that the single shadow left by the endless lifespan and the endless emptiness?" Xiao Yan thought to himself.

"The moon has its phases and waxing, and people have their joys and sorrows." The illusory figure stretched out its slender fingers, and with infinite sadness, a line of words fell on the night sky, like a lonely scholar, and then he slowly turned around.

When his eyes touched everyone, the illusory figure changed! His bloody eyes suddenly became cold and ruthless, and the cold light flashed. That arrogant aura suddenly erupted from his body, suppressing everyone to breathe.

The completely different temperaments changed in the same person so quickly, which shocked everyone to be stunned and couldn't stop.

The illusory figure sat firmly on the throne of the bones, as if he was dominating the world. With his hand, countless resentful spirits appeared and knelt around him. The air within a radius of thousands of feet was almost condensed into substance. The hideous and terrifying faces of thousands of resentful spirits seemed to become clearer in the nearly substance air, and were so distorted that it made people feel cold all over their bodies.

Only then is the illusory figure who truly deserves the throne of the Bone, looks like the true lord of the resentful spirit legion, and is the ruthless character who angrily destroys the sky in the picture!

As for the loneliness and desolation that was before, it may be a thousand years of loneliness or a thousand years of loneliness, who knows?

"Mr. Xiao, do you think this guy has been in this harsh environment for a long time and is mentally ill?" Xiao Zhan came over and said.

Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at Xiao Zhan for a moment of speechlessness.

It was extremely strange here, and everyone was sweating for a while, and their hearts were tightened, and their expressions were extremely solemn. When they heard Xiao Zhan's words, Ziying laughed out loud and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

At this moment, the illusory figure on the throne of the bones darkened

He pointed at everyone from afar, and a low voice seemed to be heard in everyone's ears.

"Fifty thousand years of loneliness, someone has finally come. Welcome to the place of resentment."

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. I don't know if it's your luck or misfortune."

The tone of the illusory figure suddenly became rapid, and he lost his previous calmness and became a little excited.

"Crazy!" Xiao Zhan made another unpolite comment.

"Tonight and even on the yin night, the blood moon hangs in the air. As the saying goes, things will turn back, just suppress the Yin body of my seat, making my seat's strength worse than usual. This is your good opportunity." The voice of the illusory figure became a little hysterical.

"But the blessing of the Blood Moon is also an immortal night for the resentful spirits and bones! This is your sorrow!"

"The flowers blooming in the night sky with blood will always be the most beautiful gift under the night sky. Dear guests, are you going to present this gift to me? Come on, try my Immortal Legion's banquet!" The eyes of the illusory figure turned blood red, with the madness of longing for blood.

"White and red are always the most beautiful colors in the world. The White Bone Legion, obey the call of my ancestor of resentful spirits, offer your loyalty to me, and use the blood of the enemy to express your worship to me!"

The excited voice suddenly turned into extremely seriousness, without anger, he was full of power, and he was full of the style of a king.

"Your evaluation is really pertinent." Xiao Yan turned his head and said to Xiao Zhan. This ancestor of the resentful spirit is a madman.

"Thank you for your praise." Xiao Zhan accepted Xiao Yan's praise.

Everyone never noticed that Xiao Zhan's face was not thin, and as his strength increased, it was becoming more and more thicker.

"Why is your face more and more like a shield?" Ziying wanted to go over and pinch Xiao Zhan's face, but found that something seemed to be pulled by a foot.

When he looked down, Ziying's hair immediately stood up, her whole body was creepy, and she jumped up screaming.

I saw countless white skeletons struggling and crawling out on the ground. Sensen bone hands unconsciously pulled beside everyone. The skull jaws opened and closed, and phosphorescence rose quietly from the bones. The whole scene seemed extremely strange and terrifying.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Leap into the air." Xiao Yan made a sound reminder, then he lowered his waist and raised his knees, his bones wings shook rapidly, and countless extremely sharp light blades were drawn. Wherever the light blade reached, the white bones flew like pieces of paper, and a large piece fell down.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yan flashed through the ground with another group of skeletons stretching out his bones. His wings flapped, and his body was already in the air. Looking down, he saw countless white bones shaking up from the ground.

Ziying had already lost her appearance, and Zhen Ni also stretched out her slender hand and grabbed Xiao Yan's arm, trembling slightly, and everyone's brows were furious.

A whirlwind blew up the desert, rolling up the yellow sand, and countless white bones kept gushing out from the ground, like countless wrinkles surging from sand and stones, or like solidified waves, extending to the distant black horizon, and still never ended at the joints between heaven and earth.

Under this dark night, pale skeletons were wearing broken armor, holding ancient weapons, looking up at the people in the sky. Without any fluctuations of life, a blood moon shone coldly, making the skeleton seem to be covered with undried blood, which is shocking.

Xiao Yan and the others were watching all this in the air, unable to help but look at each other. They felt that all this was too unreal, and they were dumbfounded, showing anxious and worried expressions.

"Damn, there are so many, you sell bones in brothels." Xiao Zhan couldn't hold it in, and he made a swear word, which made everyone suddenly turn into petrified.

"Fortunately, although there are many skeletons below, they have no consciousness and do not feel the fluctuations of life. It should not be difficult for us to capture the thief first." Le Shaolong was the most careful and always made timely suggestions in time.
Chapter completed!