When those ancient legends were worn out with the peeling stone tablets.

Many stories disappear from the memories of modern wizards.

They forgot how terrifying years their ancestors had struggled, and even though they still remembered those races whose talents were far superior to humans, they forgot the kings of those races.

Angels, Titans, gods, ancient dragon descendants, the mystery of Chaos Sea...

At this moment, these once glorious kings stepped out of the void.

All modern ethnic groups, not only humans, but even elves, dwarves or orcs, understand one thing-

Legend has it that this kind of thing is not only in the fairy tale of babies, but is passed down together with ancient rituals, following like a shadow.

The nameless lord, also known as the seven generations of the undead monarch, was Moglis.

He looked in a daze in the sky.

On this stage that belonged to him...

Have you been stolen?

You must know that the seven generations of monarchs are already taciturn!

I won’t say a few more words now, and I’ll probably never have any more lines in the future!

"Who dares..." The Lord of Name looked closely and suddenly became cowardly.

The voice added in a small voice: "Occursing the Regal?"

Another big guy bubbling, endless holy light shone, the holy dragon drove his car, his huge wings spread out, he was wearing armor, his eyes were stern, and he cursed with a righteous voice:

"Your family tree is raised by the bitch! I have waited for you for four epochs, and you are finally resurrected! Let me kill you once!"

The nameless Lord was a little confused.

He had just been resurrected, and the memory that Ye Mingyu had not yet awakened in his mind.

Who did I mess with whom?

Why do you want to fuck me to death?

Half of blood rain in the sky, half of heaven, and the big guys from the north and south looked at each other.

"Cain, if I don't cause trouble for you today, don't make trouble, I'll be sure to kill this guy!"

"Hmph, the Angel King also has times when we are smart. We can ignore our grudges, but this bastard must die!"

The nameless master had a cold spine.

It is too strange that the undead will not feel cold.

The chill seemed to come from the soles of the feet.

He lowered his head, but saw that the land was no longer under his feet, but a vast ocean of darkness.

A whisper came from the ocean:

"You really ate the wontons in this place?"

Wontons? What’s the matter with wontons?

The nameless Lord carefully sensed and found that in the distant time and space, more big shots seemed to be coming.

It's finished.

His heart was very cold.

It is said that people will awaken their potential in times of stress, and so is the undead.

At the critical moment, the Lord of Nameless suddenly remembered one thing, that is the origin of this title.

Why is he called the nameless lord?

It's because no one knows his name in the entire plane.

He has a cloak that can cover all his breath and can escape as long as he starts it.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Name stood up straight and became tough:

"Just ant, do you think I'm afraid of you? I'm so stubborn!"

"Do you still dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

"Take a photo of my women's clothing?"

"I Cain called you brother, I'm giving you face. Do you really think I'm a thing?"

"Those who eat my wontons will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Bad, can you dare to fencing with Ben Titan? You are destined to die under my sword."

Swear, scold, you will be disappointed later, come and go without a trace, wandering around the world, and no one knows his true identity, is not a blow!

Start it!

"It's decided it's you, my Invisible Cape!"

The nameless lord roared.

Three seconds later.

It seemed like a crow flew over his head, leaving behind a rattle.

There was no change, he looked down at his equipment, without a cloak, only rag strips that assisted in passing the review.

"Where is my cloak?"

The nameless Lord looked at the sky with grief and anger.

No one understood his grief and anger.

More than forty big men worked together to launch a world-destroying attack. In order not to affect the balance of the main plane, they also opened the different space.

The dark void envelops the temple.

The void seems to cover a universe.

Ye Mingyu patted the cloak on his body and said in silence:

"Thank you, it's very useful."

When the black space disappears, there is only a bottomless abyss in front of you.

The particles repolymerize. According to the will of the main plane to protect itself, the plane film was not blasted, and the abyss was also being repaired quickly.

In just a few seconds, it was restored to flat ground.

But it's just flat ground.

Whether it is the forbidden spell barrier surrounding the temple or the temple itself built with solid stone steel bars, they all disappeared.

"This is the reason why I don't want to meet with my old friends." Ye Mingyu murmured.

If we meet, we will definitely be blown away.

The poor nameless lord, the seventh generation king of the undead clan, died after only two minutes.

I made a ruthless move, but I even cheated myself!

On a calm night, the stars hang down.

Some people die, some are still alive, and they live happily.

"There will be a legion of the undead later. Just transfer the army back. I will solve the backlash of the contract." Ye Mingyu reminded him when he saw that the saint had no reaction.

"I don't care about this." The saint shook his head and said, pursing his lips, staring at him with a burning look.

Ye Mingyu was silent for a moment and pulled down his hood:

"You have changed a lot from before."

He gently stroked the Saint's long hair, "The hair in the past was not silver-white."

"You have changed your body many times, don't you like it?"

"I'm not used to it, but it's also very beautiful. The first time I saw you, I think it's better than Yinhui in the full moon."

The saint suddenly smiled and hugged his waist:

"Sorry," she leaned against Ye Mingyu's chest and whispered, "I didn't recognize you."

"I didn't recognize you either. After all, it was just a simple physical relationship," Ye Mingyu shrugged, "It's not surprising that he can't recognize you."

"Yes, it's just this kind of relationship." The Saint said it very easily.

She had understood this a long time ago.

Two thousand years ago, the undead ravaged the country.

She was just a child, listening to the legend left by the old man, went to the farmland to find the elves that fulfilled human wishes.

The elf disappeared and only found a young man next to the wheat grains and valley piles. He was lying there basking in the sun with a piece of grass in his mouth.

The young saint ran over and grabbed him.
To be continued...