Chapter 1267

After hanging up the phone, Lin ruofeng took a deep breath, let Billan's heart slowly calm down, then found Su Yiyi, said: "Yiyi, sorry, I may not be able to accompany you back home, some things, need to be dealt with!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Su Yiyi chuckled and said, "if you are busy with your own business, we will go back first!"

"Well!"

Lin ruofeng nodded and said, "Gao Ling will be responsible for your personal safety!"

After su Yiyi is put on the plane, Lin ruofeng tells everyone in the hidden dragon group why he wants to stay.

After listening to Lin ruofeng's narration, everyone in the hidden dragon group was silent.

"Xiaofeng, you are right."

Bai Xiaosheng took a deep breath and said, "although the autumn swordfish is dead, his body should be transported back to China for a heavy burial. We are going to find the high priest. No matter what the price we pay, we have to replace the body of the autumn swordfish."

After coming out of the airport, the people of the hidden dragon group rushed to the small country of pigo, which is a small country in war in Africa. The order is very chaotic, and the government and rebels are constantly fighting.

Then, it is in such a country that there is a big man with an extremely detached status.

That's timaiah the high priest.

Both the government and the rebels have great respect for him.

Because simmaya is fully capable of destroying all the troops on his own.

Even in the whole African battlefield, even the top three mercenary regiments are not willing to provoke the existence of high priests.

In the west of bigot, there used to be a wasteland. With the passage of time, the wasteland gradually turned into a desert, and gradually turned into a death desert.

No matter who they are, as long as they enter this desert, they will never come back.

Slowly, rumors spread. In this desert, there are a group of real demons. As long as they enter the desert, they will become the hinterland of demons.

Just recently, a group of uninvited guests came to this desert of death.

This group of uninvited guests, straight through the desert of death, came to the center of the desert of death.

Here, there is a small oasis, only two football fields.

In front of the oasis, there is a thatched house.

"Who? Why do you want to come to the territory of simaya! "

Just then, a cold voice came from the thatched cottage.

With the sound of falling, the oasis around the desert, suddenly came the "rustle" sound, and then saw an arm, stretched out from the sand.

In this group of uninvited guests dumbfounded, a figure crawls out from the sand, face expressionless towards this group of uninvited guests surrounded.

The army of the dead!

Seeing the dense army of the dead around, these uninvited guests were stunned.

"High priest simmaya, I'm the Duke of nosioni from the blood clan. I want to see you!"

One of the uninvited guests said quickly.

"Blood people!"

The quiet voice came. A moment later, the quiet voice sounded again, "my children, step back!"

Words fall, around the dense army of the dead as the tide retreated, once again into the sand.

This group of undead army, come quickly, disappear faster, just blink of an eye.

However, this is enough for this group of uninvited guests.

Looking at this extremely calm desert, people's hearts are slightly cold. If they didn't see it with their own eyes, who would have thought that thousands of undead troops are dormant in this calm desert?

No wonder it's a veritable desert of death.

Just imagine, even if the powerful powers, once surrounded by the army of the dead, it is also a matter of death, eventually, become a member of the army of the dead.

"Come in, please

Finally, the people in the hut invited the group headed by Nocioni into the hut.

As soon as they stepped into the hut, they saw a very thin figure sitting in the hut.

This is a middle-aged man. He looks 40 or 50 years old. He is thin and his eyes are sunken. His eyes are shining green.

The middle-aged man is dressed in a simple linen clothes, with dark skin and a string of mini human skulls hanging around his neck. A very cold smell comes out of his body.

And behind the middle-aged man, there is a young man with a blank face. His eyes are deeply sunken. Sometimes they are at a loss, sometimes they struggle, sometimes they hate, which is very strange.

Looking at the middle-aged man with terrible breath, nosioni took a deep breath and said, "high priest simmaya, excuse me!"

Smell speech, Xi Ma Ya raised his head and said coldly: "in your face, I see you one side, explain the purpose, if, what you say, can't make me satisfied, then, you wait to feed my army of the dead!""High priest simmaya, please look at one thing!"

Nosioni quickly took out a small box from his arms, and then opened it. In the box, there was a golden pearl.

With the opening of the box, the gold is shining.

"This is - this is the qushizhu?"

In his secluded eyes, simaya suddenly burst out two frightening looks.

Qushizhu, which he once saw in an unearthed ancient book, can remove the Yin Qi and corpse Qi from the corpse, so that it can be exposed to the sun for a long time.

It can be said that going to the corpse bead has always been his dream.

Because, although his army of the dead is very powerful, there is a fatal defect.

That is, you can't be exposed to the sun for a long time.

And if he can have a corpse removal bead, he can completely remove the corpse Qi from the body of the army of the dead. At that time, the army of the dead was invincible. Who can stop him in this world?

"Good! This is to the corpse bead

Nosioni said in a deep voice, "this is the treasure I found by our blood clan in a dimensional space. I think you must need it!"

"Good! I need him so much

Simmaya nodded and slowly calmed down. His eyes were shining again. He looked at Nocioni and said, "nothing to do. Go ahead. What do you want me to do?"

"The wise don't talk in secret!"

Nocioni said in a deep voice, "we know the strength of the high priest of Shimaya's army of the dead, so we want to ask the high priest to help us kill some people."

"Murder?" Simmaya's eyes swept over the people around him with a smile on his face.