Chapter 2169

The second skeleton climbed up the towering death knell with difficulty. This time, he was seriously injured. His skeleton was shaking uncontrollably. Even the dark fire in his skull flickered bright or dark. He held the throne in one hand and pointed to the immortal Phoenix in the distance, saying something.

Qin Ming ignored the second skeleton, sat on the skeleton throne and continued to say to the immortal Mingfeng: "you have felt the power here. Do you want to stay here? Do you want to sit on this throne? Do you want to stand at the top of the death knell and overlook the whole netherworld?"

The second skeleton was slightly stunned and suddenly excited. He grabbed the throne and insisted on climbing up.

Qin Ming turned his head slowly and looked coldly at the skull's second son. Although he was a conscious body, he showed an extremely terrible momentum on the throne. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the head of the skull Dick. "You... Should grow up..."

Boom!

Qin Ming's palm burst with a fierce energy, with a dull sound of death knell, hitting the skull of the second skull.

The second skeleton trembled and flew out with his head up. His skeleton was completely scattered and roared down to the ghost mountain. The dark bones shook a few times, all quiet, and the black fog in the skull became calm and thin in a faint flicker.

Immortal Mingfeng looked at Qin's life on the throne and was frightened. Its realm is obviously much better than Qin Ming, but in this mysterious nether world, Qin Ming is like a God, easily depriving everyone of the power of immortal things. Here, its life and death are completely controlled by Qin Ming.

"I gave you time to think about it. Now tell me your answer."

"What price do I have to pay?"

"What do you think?"

Surrender to the horse? Immortal Mingfeng understood what Qin Ming meant. If she wanted to be the master of the world, she had to be the servant of Qin Ming. But how can it become a slave to mankind, the immortal Ming Feng, the future half master of the burning beast domain?

But

How can the burning beast realm compare with the nether world?

How can a half master compare with the Lord of the nether world here?

And when did the Huang people really regard them as their descendants?

The immortal Ming Feng knows which is more important, which is more advantageous, but there is always some resistance in the subconscious.

"Then I'm sorry! I'll give you a chance!" Qin Ming raised his hand and pointed to the immortal Mingfeng.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No! What a good skeleton, how can it be wasted. I gave you a chance to let you live with your original consciousness. Unfortunately, if you don't want to grasp it, you should stay in the death knell, sacrifice for a hundred days and erase all your consciousness. I only want your skeleton and your strength." Qin ordered his fingertips to move forward. The towering death knell immediately shook and shook the mountains, All the cracks burst with strong light, like the resurrected death pattern, with palpitating energy.

"Stop! I can! I can!" the immortal Mingfeng retreated with horror, and the dark fire that was no longer strong fluctuated all over her body.

"Can you? Is that your final answer?"

"I... I..." immortal Mingfeng struggled. He was really greedy for the power here and longed to stay here, but

Qin Ming's consciousness was full of strange lights, which were intertwined inside and outside, and the death knell buzzed. It was dull but huge, and spread all over every corner of the nether world. A loud noise, earth shaking, thousands of lonely souls roared. The death pattern on the surface of the death knell burst into a towering strong light, rushed into the sky, quickly intertwined, and turned into a huge soul shadow, like a god of death in a cloak. The dark fire runs everywhere, dark and evil. It stands between heaven and earth. "I'm not here to negotiate with you, immortal Mingfeng. I'll treat your skeleton well."

"I can submit! I can be loyal to you! But I have one condition..." immortal Mingfeng shouted fiercely, but still insisted on his last dignity.

"It's late!" Qin ordered. The huge dead spirit's "clothes" danced, filled with a cold, gloomy but irresistible force. It suddenly raised its right hand. A death ripple was like a river of blood, wrapped around the dark fire, stirred the sky and roared at the immortal Phoenix.

"Stop! Don't... we can have a good talk. You have to give me a chance to talk. Stop first!" the undead Mingfeng is the supreme existence, whether in the burning beast area or in other worlds outside, which frightens all living creatures. But here and in front of this huge dead spirit, it seems that it doesn't even have room to fight back, and its bones are out of control, Before the wave of death came, consciousness was like being pricked by thousands of needles.

The immortal Ming Feng screamed in pain and retreated again and again: "I submit! I submit to the nether world! I submit to your Qin life! I submit to you... My master! I have no conditions..."

Boom!

The death pattern bombards the undead Phoenix. In the fierce roar, the raw fragments become hundreds of broken bones. The last cry of the immortal Ming Feng turned into a shrill scream, pain and despair, unwilling to be sad and angry. The Phoenix bones flew all over the sky and scattered in the cold and silent ghost mountain Blood River. The Ming fire on each bone quickly dimmed and extinguished under the cold wind.

Qin ordered to sit on the throne of bones, surrounded by strange lights, mysterious and dignified. The huge ghost shadow behind him towered to the ground, filled with the towering fog of death, and his two blood red eyes were as cold and evil as the demon moon.

The death knell tolled for a long time, blooming with the sound of tangible and qualitative dead spirits, filled with various forces such as curse, disaster and destruction. It swept the world, rushed across the vast ghost mountain, vibrated blood rivers, and disturbed the dark fire between heaven and earth.

A large number of souls and undead things are in pain, wailing and shrieking in the sound of the death knell. They swallowed the power, but they were oppressed by it.

Qin's life has been releasing the power of the death knell, sometimes strong, sometimes slow, but it continues. He wants to leave a mark on the first undead things in the nether world and let them know who is the master of the world, who should be feared and controlled by whom.

Yang Fengfeng lies on his back in the dense canopy, pillows his arms, looks at the sky through the cracks of branches and leaves, and is in a daze in silence.

Qin LAN quarreled with white tiger for a while, suddenly came to Yang Fengfeng, stood directly on his chin, tilted his small head, and his dark eyes flashed: "what do you think?"

"Little girl, it's not over when you call my brother." Yang Fengfeng looked at Qin LAN in front of him and continued to look at the sky.

"I don't understand." Qin LAN smiled playfully, ancient and strange.

"I'm bad at learning from your father."

"What do you think?"

"Why are you still interested in me?"

"Not interested."

"What are you doing here?"

"Do you have dragon meat? Dad said you can't be too abrupt. You have to pave the way."

"No!" Yang Fengfeng shook his head helplessly.

"You have."

"A fire dragon, you and me half, my food."

"You caught a head in Bailian, I saw it."

"Dragon and lion, I kept it for my own use. Go to your father. He still has a lot of Dragon Spirit cores for you."

"I'll trade with you."

"No change."

"What are you thinking?" Qin LAN looked at him curiously and felt as if there was something different.

"There's no need to pave the way. I'll keep that stock."

"Cheapskate."

"Play with your white tiger. Don't disturb your uncle's thinking about life."

"What do you want?" the little girl didn't give up.