Chapter 1591: A hundred corpses

The first five and ninety one hundred corpses

It's no wonder Xiao Fan thinks this way. A **** corpse should have no feelings, but it only blocks its own party and does not kill its own party. This is too weird.

"Isn't someone controlling this corpse?" Xiao Fan suddenly horrified in his heart.

If this is the case, then this Ten Thousand Years Xuan Bing Cave is more than simply sealing an ice demon.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan's heart became more determined, no matter what, he had to go to the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing Cave to see what was inside.

The three moved forward cautiously again. Although the **** corpse didn't want to kill them, who knew if the other party would change his mind?

Just as Xiao Fan and the others continued to move forward, in another passage, the ice clan powerhouses were also hindered, and they faced more than just a **** corpse.

"Patriarch, are we going to move on now?" Bing Ye said with an ugly expression. There was a shocking claw mark on his chest. The white robe penetrated with blood, which was extremely scarlet.

The expressions of the others were not much better either. Several people were injured more severely than Bing Ye, and the crowd gathered in a circle and looked around on guard.

"When you get here, do you just give up like this? The Moon God Palace inheritance is right in front of you. If you get the Moon God Crown, my Ice Race will surely usher in the glory of ten thousand years ago." Before Bing could say anything, Bing Yehan said in a tone. Resolutely said.

Bing gritted his teeth differently, but he did not refute, and said solemnly, "Go on."

Bing Ye and a group of elders, you look at me. Most of them are just the Seven Gods of War, and there are even a few Six Gods of War. They were attacked by a few corpses just now and suffered heavy injuries.

But now, the difference between Bing and Bing made them take the lead. Although they were all different from Bing, their loyalists would inevitably have a resentment in their hearts.

Several people gritted their teeth, their faces were extremely gloomy, and they continued to walk deep into the passage.

"Be careful!" Just after walking a few steps, a black shadow suddenly passed by, and Bing yelled differently, raising his palm to hit the ice mist.

The black shadow was too fast, even if the ice was different, it didn't touch the opponent. At the same time, an elder of the Six Change God of War of the Ice Clan screamed, his hands tightly covering his neck.

However, no matter how much he could cover it, he couldn't cover it, and the blood shot and turned into **** ice crystals and fell to the ground.

"The other party is definitely the God of Nine Transformations, Patriarch, we are not opponents, let's leave!" Another elder cried out in horror. Now that one is dead, it may be his turn later.

"Leave? Do you think they will let us go if we leave now?" Bing said coldly, with blood glowing in his eyes, staring firmly into the blood mist.

"dead!"

Suddenly, Bing Yehan shouted angrily, raised his hand and cut it out with a sword. There was a crisp noise in the ice mist, followed by a burst of dark red blood.

A corpse was divided into two pieces away from the crowd, and it looked extremely miserable. Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that the corpse did not have any temperature. It seemed to have been dead for countless years, but the blood seemed to have just solidified.

"It really is a **** corpse!" An old clan said with a gloomy face. In their opinion, the **** corpse of the same rank is much more terrifying than the living person.

"As long as everyone is careful, even if you encounter a corpse of the God of War Realm, you will be fearless." Bing Yehan took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and there was even anxious color deep in his eyes, as if all this was beyond. His expectation was average.

"That's what I said, but they are dark, we are bright..." Bing Ye shook his head, his face filled with horror.

"Dear clan elders, our strength is too low to find the corpse, nor can it resist the corpse. When we go up, it is basically to die." Another elder summoned courage.

Hearing that, the other elders also nodded, these elders are only cultivation bases below the Seven Transformation God of War, where is the opponent of these **** corpses.

They wanted to say it a long time ago, why should they let the elders clear the way? Isn't this a clear way for them to die?

"This matter is indeed incomplete. If so, then you are in this circle and we are outside." Bing Yehan nodded.

"Thank you clan elders." When the other elders heard this, they immediately smiled. There are a group of eight war gods, and even nine war gods clan elders, their danger is much smaller.

Bing's eyes flashed a shade of gloomy bird, these people are his people, and now they all stand on Bing Yehan's side, he is naturally very unhappy.

He just wanted to say something, suddenly several powerful breaths quickly approached, everyone's backs were chilled, and goose bumps appeared all over.

Puff puff~

Before everyone came back to their senses, several of the elders were scratched by claw marks, and the blood flew, dyeing the void red, and the six changeable gods of war, but there was no resistance, they died.

"Get out of me!" Bing roared differently. With a palm like a knife, he smashed down with force, and countless ice-covered air condensed into a multi-foot-long ice blade to sweep the void.

In an instant, several corpses fell out of the ice mist, and the dark red blood was mixed with a thick decay gas.

At this moment, Bing suddenly raised his hand with a wave, and the surrounding ice mist suddenly stopped flowing, condensing into frost to make up for the void.

"Roar~" Bing didn't open his mouth and roared, the terrible sound wave swept out, and the void vibrated. The ice mist suddenly burst and opened, and the clearness was restored in the passage.

In their sight, there were seven or eight eccentrically dressed figures staring at them coldly, and those people had their gazes dull and bloodless, as if they were living dead.

However, the breath that radiated from each body was extremely terrifying. The weakest was the God of Nine Transformations. Obviously, these were corpses of gods, who had already died for countless years.

"Only eight or nine, kill them." Bing's eyes were cold, and he took the lead and pounced on one of the corpses, revealing the strength of the Nine Changed God of War.

"Roar~" The corpses roared, all pounced on the ice.

The ice clan elders rushed forward without any hesitation. Eight or nine gods corpses were not in their eyes. After all, they were the ice clan, and they could also show 70% to 80% of their strength here.

However, Bing Ye and other elders hesitated. They looked at the **** corpse with a look of fear, and several people gritted their teeth and prepared to go up.

however……

"Roar~" Suddenly, bursts of monstrous roars came from the depths of the passage, and the voices were ups and downs and deafening. Bing Ye and the others only felt their heads stunned and their souls stung.

A look of fear appeared on everyone's face. Just by listening to this voice, you would know that there were a lot of corpses.

Facts have proved that their guess is good. After a few breaths, a group of figures whizzed from the depths of the passage, and the violent breath swept across the sky, and a violent energy fluctuation was set off in the passage.

"So many? Are all the corpses awake?" Everyone was dumbfounded, shouting in horror.

The power of their souls glanced roughly, and the number of these corpses was as many as hundreds, and the strength of each corpse was no less than that of the Eight Change God of War.

"Rewind!" Bing had a pale face with different expressions, and shouted in horror. Before everyone could react, he was the first to rush towards the back of the passage.