C934

"Thank you for the divine power of the God of our family, let us resurrect!"

The sound of tidiness rang out in the army of the dead and resounded through the whole world.

"Man, this time you will never have another chance!"

Looking at Mu Yu, the eyes of emperor moyao radiated sharp light, and the eyes of other emperors were full of hatred.

They want to tear Mu Yu to pieces at once!

Under the leadership of the Nine Emperors, countless dead souls rushed to Muyu.

With the increase of the curse of the dead, their strength did not decline, but reached a more terrifying level.

"It's up to you?"

Mu Yuling was standing in the air, his clothes swaying with the wind, and he was carrying a golden sword. He was like a Sword Fairy.

"I can kill you once, and I can kill you again!"

Mu Yu pulled out the Hongjun magic sword behind him and split it with one sword.

After a while, a dazzling sword was gathered, just like a brilliant sun, which made the dark ancient battlefield as bright as day.

Boom

A thunderous sound and a terrible breath swept the world. The army of the dead had no time to react, and was crushed into dust and disappeared.

"God of death, if you only have this ability, it's really disappointing to me." Mu Yu is not a guest.

"Foolish man, you don't know the power of the dead."

Space fragmentation, a dark door opened, the figure of the God of death appeared in Mu Yu's eyes.

"You might as well take a closer look at the picture in front of you." The God of the dead sneered.

Mu Yu raised his eyes and saw that the army of the dead, which had been completely destroyed, had gathered and formed again, and his breath was stronger than before.

Mu Yu's eyes, without thinking much, once again made a space crack, devouring all the dead in front of him.

However, as the gray Rune continued to spread, soon all the dead gathered around him again, and their breath was strengthened again.

"You should know now that as long as I don't die, my army of the dead will be immortal."

The God of the dead stood in the air and looked at Mu Yu's face with a mocking smile: "and every time you kill them, their strength will increase by one point, never ending."

Speaking of this, he ordered to the army of the dead below: "go and kill the human who hinders our army of the dead."

All the Necromancers once again aimed at Mu Yu. The next moment, under the leadership of the Nine Emperors of the necromancers, the whole world was completely filled with these Necromancers.

Especially the Nine Emperors of the dead spirit clan, their strength has far exceeded the peak period, and the cultivation of any emperor is directly pressing the peak of the sacred realm of the people clan.

In their joint efforts, the endless breath of death, such as unstoppable waves, madly intruded into Mu Yu's body.

All of a sudden, Mu Yu felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body. His meridians and bones seemed to be corroded away.

"Ha ha ha, this is your graveyard soon."

The God of the dead raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. With his fingertips gently in the void, the whole ancient battlefield was completely closed. An airtight gray black death mask covered thousands of miles.

He can be clear that Mu Yu has mastered the power of space, so he completely blocked this space, which also cut off Mu Yu's escape route.

"My Lord, are you OK, or let me come out and fight with you."

Feeling Mu Yu's pain, qingxingshi's voice was full of worry.