Chapter 116

Dead slave!

Qin Huan didn't expect to meet the legendary dead slave here.

No wonder the leader of the Jain family warned the second not to enter the land of death. If he knew that there were dead slaves here, Qin Huan would rather not have the blood of Jain than go half way. Running to the dead slave area to find Jain's blood is a way to die. No wonder few people have been able to get Jain's blood in the place of death for so many years!

Since the beginning of chaos, the period can be divided into five periods: Hongmeng, Honghuang, Taichu, Taigu and ancient times. Among them, Honghuang is divided into Hunyuan and Hongyuan, and ancient times is divided into upper, middle and lower ancient times.

If you want to trace the origin of the dead slaves, you can trace back to the Hongyuan period. At that time, cultivation has been completely evolved, and a hundred schools of thought contend in various cultivation methods.

At the end of the famine, there were still great treasures between heaven and earth. The famine soldiers were full of weapons and strong ones. In the dark age of war, there was a vein of dead slaves, who were refined into slaves from the dead, and stood out among many practices. It can be seen that their strong range. Although for some reason, this vein was only a flash in the pan and finally disappeared in the long river of years, But the strength of the dead slave cannot be erased.

Qin Huan had seen the description of death slaves in the oldest ancient book of Tianqi sect. There were only a few simple words on it: there was a pulse in ancient times, which wanted to control life and death, go against the sky, and use the power of death to refine the spirit of death. He once said wildly that all things in the world have life and death, and can become Death slaves!

Qin Huan was very curious about the dead slave and wanted to get more records about the dead slave, but he got nothing. Finally, Qin Huan came to the conclusion through many ways that all dead things can become slaves, that is, no matter what level of monk he was, he can be refined into dead slaves after sitting down.

In other words, even the Taoist realm, even the legendary fairyland strong, can be refined into dead slaves!!!

There are dead slaves in this place of death, which means that there is a vein of dead slaves here, and countless people have died here in recent years. These dead people alone are enough to destroy Qin Huan and others thousands of times.

The sudden situation also frightened the first people. Hearing Qin Huan's violent drinking, they all ran away with Qin Yu towards the magma.

What shocked everyone was that when they turned back, the sea of magma, which was thousands of feet away behind them, disappeared, as if it had never been before. One, two, three... More and more dead slaves poured in from the original position of the sea of magma.

Qin Huan scolded the first ancestor for eighteen generations. He came here to find the blood of Jain. He was looking for death!

"Separate all, escape!" Qin Huan roared. After that, he was shining all over. Xuan Lei rushed to one side all over his body. He was going to kill a path of blood.

But what Qin Huan didn't expect was that the first one seemed to be determined to follow Qin Huan and follow Qin Huan's back. The people were the first to follow Qin Huan. When they saw that the first one followed Qin Huan, they all followed the first one.

Qin Huan scolded and said angrily, "what are you doing? Do you want to be eaten in a pot? If you don't separate, we'll all die!"

A word awakens the dreamer.

Looking at the dead slaves surrounded by them, the young masters of the thirteen departments of Jain hesitated, but they were worried that they were outnumbered. When they hesitated, they first said in a harsh voice: "two people are a team, and the soldiers are divided into five routes. Come on!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the rest of the thirteen Jains no longer hesitated and quickly ran in all directions.

Yang Tian and Yang Daoxin have a tacit understanding. Yang Dao is full of black light, while Yang Tian's green sword shines into the sky. They rush towards one end.

Qin Huan scolded more than that. First, let others separate, and he followed himself.

Feeling that hundreds of dead slaves were coming, Qin Huan couldn't care so much. He whispered, "when will you wait until you start?"

First, although he was angry with Qin Huan's tone, he could only bear it. He roared. His thin body turned into a fierce beast.

Qin Huan was surprised to see that he looked like a fierce leopard. He had two small horns on his forehead. In his mouth, he held a golden sword with about a thick arm. The first one was very similar to the real Jain. Except that the head had not changed, the shape of Jackie Chan's head was almost the same.

No wonder he will come to this place of death to capture the blood of Jain. If he gets it, he may turn into a real Jain. At that time, his strength will soar.

For a long time, the first one never showed his strength. After he turned into an animal, Qin Huan was frightened by his breath. Looking at the dead slave who was several feet away, Qin Huan jumped in the air without hesitation, and fell on the first one's head and whispered, "go!".

The first running eyes burst out endless anger.

As the first young man of the Jain family, the pure Jain is arrogant and proud. Not to mention sitting on his head, few people dare to touch it, and the outsider is bold to sit on his head?

At this moment, the first's anger was very offensive. The huge head was thrown fiercely and roared, "roll down!!"

"As long as I live, you can hope to get the blood of Jain!" Qin Huan said faintly.

First, he was furious in his heart, but he also recovered a little sanity when he heard the blood of Jain. He pressed down his anger, turned it into a golden sun, rushed into the dead slaves and killed a path of blood, but his heart was very ferocious. He thought about how to cut Qin Yu thousands of knives after leaving the place of trial.

Qin Huan rode on the top of the first man's head, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, showing a sneer.

Don't you like calculation?

Don't you want to use me to get the blood of Jain?

Aren't you going to follow me?

I don't mind if you plan on me.

I don't mind if you use me.

You follow me, I can't stop it.

But can I ride you?

"Over the years, I'm afraid I'm the first one who can ride on Jain's head? Unfortunately, it's not really Jain..." Qin Huan felt proud. Isn't this the first young man of the Jain family? So what? Didn't I ride it?

Qin Huan didn't worry about how to retaliate later. Once he got the blood of Jain, he needed to live with it. If he didn't get it, he didn't want to go to the abyss.

So Qin Huan had no scruples.

It seems to be the reason for the rage. The first is almost rampant. Although there are many dead slaves, these dead slaves are all the Jains who entered here in the past. I'm afraid their strength is weaker than the first. In addition, after being refined into dead slaves, their strength will be greatly reduced. Under the first rampage, these dead slaves are thrown away like sandbags.

Qin Huan, who was sitting on the head of the first one, was very happy when he looked at the first one who worked hard. It would be interesting if he became the Jain radical one day. He was afraid that he would be the first person to ride the Jain radical in so many years.

After his evil breath, Qin Huan also suppressed his mind and looked at the dead slaves surrounded by him. Although there were many dead slaves and their strength was not very good, there were many talents who had entered the 13th Part of the Jain canthus on the seventh floor of the refining tower for so many years, and many of them were stronger than the first.

But few of these young masters can leave. It can be seen that there are other powerful dead slaves hidden here.

"These should be the lowest level dead slaves. If you go deep, are there stronger dead slaves?" Qin Huan was worried that these low-level dead slaves could be wiped out, but if you encounter strong dead slaves, it would be dangerous.

At this time, the fire of death in Dantian continued to attack Dantian. Qin Huan tried his best to suppress it. Looking at the fire of death inside, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"These dead slaves attack because they smell the breath of life. If I wrap my body with the fire of death, can I avoid these dead slaves?"

Qin Huan was elated by this idea. He felt that it was feasible. As long as the cage of death covered his whole body, these dead slaves should not be able to distinguish.

Just as Qin Huan was guessing the feasibility, a roar suddenly rang through the sky. Qin Yumeng looked up and saw a vague figure hundreds of feet away. From its appearance, it should be a war ape, at least three feet tall.

The dead slaves who chased Qin Huan and the first stopped, as if they were attracted by the power of the war ape, and the first stopped, stared at the fuzzy figure in front, and suddenly shouted, "don't roll down!"

Qin Huan raised his eyebrows. He was not a man who could advance an inch. He jumped from the first head.

At the moment Qin Huan jumped down, a thunderous sound burst out. Qin Yu looked up and his pupils shrank sharply. He only saw a huge axe linked by a thick iron rope with adult arms. The axe blade was cold and shining, which seemed to contain the power of opening the sky.

Qin Huan was shocked and retreated rapidly. The first one took a breath of air-conditioning and dodged without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The world roars and the earth shakes####