"I have to do the coolie work. Am I afraid of it?"

Ye Mingyu muttered and began his journey of physical explosion.

From above, the maze disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, the walls collapsed and dusty.

The physical training of Mu Ling Sage has had a very good effect.

After being combined with the tonsil emblem, Ye Mingyu was given a slightly stronger body.

Strong in all aspects.

Ye Mingyu broke through a path and finally stood in front of the barrier. The barrier was relatively strong, so he was forced to punch a few more times.

"I am indeed an excellent mage." Ye Mingyu sighed.

The last punch hit the ball and added five additional fireball combos.

After five fireballs were gone, no one knew how much blood this spell model still had to hold on. In short, three seconds passed.

collapse.

A collapse visible to the naked eye.

The cracks opened around, connecting the void or unknown planes. The two stood in hundreds of cracks, waiting for everything to return to normal.

......

The Saint followed the Knight.

Walking through the thick humus, walk into the forest from the trail.

The neon lights in the imperial capital are getting farther and farther away, and all kinds of shadows and memories are crumpled into a ball and left behind.

"I still remember what you looked like when you first took office," said the Knightmaster, "You stood under the steps of the temple and received the crown left by the death of the previous generation. It looked far less cold than it is now."

"It's just an illusion." The saint said lightly.

She took off her hood and saw the stars flowing between the branches, and her hair ends were assimilated under the reflection.

"I can't see the moon tonight." The saint whispered.

"It's been thirty days, and it's the New Year in two days, so naturally I can't see it now."

"Yes, this year is almost over. When will you do it?"

"Do it? What are you talking about?"

The Knight's pace was stiff.

Cold sweat dripped from the ox horn helmet, and under the ice magic, it turned into ice slags, and his eyes also cooled down with the sweat.

"I know what you, the chief minister, the chief priest, and the contemporary swordsman want to do."

As he said that, the Saint stopped and looked around:

"How is it here? I think it's very good as a cemetery, dusk grass, I like this plant, which reminds people of the war two thousand years ago."

"You...you really like to joke." The Knight turned slowly, his voice trembling a little.

"Just kidding? So that's what you think, but I'm sorry, I've disappointed you, don't underestimate my intelligence network."

The saint blinked and smiled sweetly.

At this moment, she didn't look like a high ruler, but a young girl.

The starlight passed through the layers of branches and fell on the saint's shoulders. The night wind blew, and the long hair moved slightly, she said slowly:

"Everything comes out."

The other three walked out of the dark bushes.

The sword saint holding a blood blade, the chief minister holding a standard staff, and the priest in white robe.

"Sorry." The Knight turned around.

The armor is sonorous and exudes a solemn and murderous aura.

"It's okay," the saint shook his head, "I expected today a long time ago."

"Why don't you bring a staff?" the chief minister asked suddenly.

He stared at the Saint with a bright look, as if he was guessing something, but he was not sure.

The Sword Saint also noticed this, shook off the scabbard, and the clear cold light scattered. He was worried that the Saint would have other means.

"Why do you think?" the saint asked the prime minister, "I believe you can guess it."

"You are asking for death." The chief assistant said in a deep voice.

The saint defaults.

The air suddenly solidified, as if time was still. The other three looked at the saint in shock, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

After a long time.

"Continue." The saint smiled softly.

"You have lifted the imperial capital defense line and exposed it to the undead in the limestone. You know that the sin cannot be cleared, so you can only die," the chief minister clasped his staff tightly, "but you are by no means a evasion, and you will not use death to escape responsibility."

"It's totally correct." The saint praised.

"So death itself has no meaning, but the meaning attached to death. What your death directly affects is the undead clan that colludes with you."

"It's very good. I reached a contract with them and needed to remove the defense line of the imperial capital."

The saint smiled, with a very delicate face, "Do you understand?"

"So if you die, the power of the contract will disappear," the prime minister realized the truth and said in a deep voice, "Will the undead attack immediately?"

"No, they need to rest."

The sword saint returned the blood blade to the sheath, and the Knight's hands trembled a little.

The chief assistant took a deep breath and said calmly:

"If you die, the contract ends, and all the troops can be re-entered. It only takes two days, but... there is no reason, and it is not cost-effective to pay the life of the Saint for this."

"So this is my personal selfishness, and of course there are reasons."

In the middle of winter, everything is silent.

It seems that all things in the world have reached a tacit unification at this moment, waiting for the saint's answer.

......

Ye Mingyu passed through the hole.

Behind it is the spacious hall, with towering black standing stones and silver pillars supporting the dome, which are brilliant and yet grand.

"It is truly worthy of being the tombs of saints of all generations, and they are all magic coins."

Ye Mingyu began to envy, jealous and hate again.

If he had so much money, how could he not afford the skin of the new hero?

"I think it's a bit strange," Maple Leaf turned his staff boredly. "The bodies of saints of all generations are put together. If it is a custom, wouldn't it be even more pious to worship separately?"

"I don't know, this kind of thing is hard to say, after all, it has to do with traditional folk customs."

"I'm just talking casually...Mingyu, have you heard the sound?" Bei Yao Fengye suddenly held the staff and looked forward vigilantly.

The two of them didn't say anything again.

Ye Mingyu listened quietly, and gradually, some kind of prayer seemed to be heard in front of him.

It came through the space, blurred, as if connecting the distant places.

The prayer became louder and clearer. In a few seconds, it was like a mountain collapse and a tsunami that reached the two of them.

Endless phantoms emerged around them.

The vast sea of ​​bones is above the sky, and above the gate of the underworld, below is the throne of skeletons dozens of meters high. The flames burned on the bones, as if they had been burning for three days and three nights.

The headless person stood in the sea of ​​fire and ignited with the throne, and the undead rushed towards the throne like crazy.

Moths to the flames.

Inexplicable scales flow from everywhere, and you can vaguely hear sounds like "Seventh Generation", "Sacrifice", and "Resurrection".

"hurry up!"

Ye Mingyu ignored these phantoms and rushed forward.

It should be too late.

The only problem is that the eighteenth generation of saints have a lot of corpses and they need to look through them one by one before they can recognize people.

Ye Mingyu broke into the final secret room.

Beiyao Maple Leaf followed closely, but as soon as she entered it, she saw Ye Mingyu's footsteps stop.

There is only one coffin in the secret room.

Apart from that, nothing is left.

At this time, the old man in the illusion called out the names of the seven generations of monarchs:

"The nameless."

"Those who died in dusk."

"The body of a soulless and soul-free corpse."

The past life of Ye Mingyu, the greatest magician in modern human history.
Chapter completed!