Chapter 1791

Zela was shocked and wanted to curse the undead who came out of nowhere, but he was surprised to find that he could not speak at all.

Don't say to speak, his whole body is already stiff, even his fingers can't move half a minute.

Shen Yanxiao pulls a chair from the side in his spare time, smiling at the motionless Zela.

Zela's eyes were full of fear when he looked at Shen Yanxiao. He couldn't understand why he was controlled by a lower one.

"Don't be nervous. I just want you to answer a few questions." Shen Yanxiao looked at Zela, whose face was hard to see, and comforted him.

Zela's face was more bitter.

Shen Yanxiao made a ring of fingers, and Zela's eyes became confused in an instant.

Shen Yanxiao's first use of incantation for the dead has no bottom in his mind, but Zela's reaction has clearly proved that her experiment was successful!

"What did you say about the longzu graveyard?" Asked Shen Yanxiao.

Zela opened his mouth stiffly and said slowly, "Longyan wants to attack the north, so he is willing to take us to the tomb of the dragon people and let us revive their bodies."

Shen Yanxiao was shocked.

Longyan can't bear to attack the north so quickly?

"Why is he so anxious to attack the north?"

"He said that the little golden dragon might be in the north, and he could not be at ease without killing the little golden dragon." Zela, who was enchanted, told Shen Yanxiao how to say and know.

Shen Yanxiao frowned slightly. She asked Xiu to hide the evil spirit in xiaojinlong's body, just to prevent Longyan from finding xiaojinlong's trouble again. But she didn't expect that this practice forced Longyan to attack the whole northern dragon family!

How much does Longyan hate xiaojinlong? To this extent.

In other words, what he hates is actually the father of little golden dragon, Dragon Emperor?

Shen Yanxiao touched his chin.

"When are you going to leave?" Knowing the plan of Longyan and the dead, if she doesn't do something, it's not in line with her style.

Zela paused for a moment and said: "there are too many high dragon people in the longzu cemetery, and there are many eight winged golden dragon bones. General Sal can't do it without permission. He must wait for our highness to arrive before he can go."

"Your Highness?" Shen Yanxiao raises his eyebrows slightly.

"Your Highness is the son of our Lord, the genius of our undead. Our Lord intends to let his highness command the bone dragon army, so general Sal can't revive the eight wing bone dragon without permission."

Genius in the dead? The word is interesting.

Shen Yanxiao knows that the undead who is resurrected by the higher dead will obey the words of resurrected one's own in the first time and become the most loyal servant of the other party. The number of the higher dragon in the longzu graveyard is quite objective. SAL is just the general of the undead. The eldest of the undead will not give so much combat power to one of his subordinates.

Let his son come to take over, naturally is the best choice.

In Shen Yanxiao's heart, an evil idea suddenly arises.

"When will your highness arrive?"

"In a week."

"Have you seen the highness?"

"No, we have come to the land of Qianlong more than 1000 years ago. Your highness was born 800 years ago. We haven't seen it before."

Never seen it? That's really good.

Shen Yanxiao's eyes sparkled with a bad light.