920: C920 Millions of Necropolis Ghost Soldiers

C920 Millions of Necropolis Ghost Soldiers

In all the universe.

Cultivators of different races who had died in battle, as long as their souls were not destroyed and turned into wandering ghosts, would be directly brought to Necropolis by the Ghost Messengers.

That place was similar to the hell that Huaxia had talked about. However, Necropolis had more ghost soldiers and ghost servants, and some ghosts who were unwilling to be reincarnated would cultivate in Necropolis. Eventually, they would become a real ghost cultivator.

In the Necropolis, the most powerful was the Ghost Emperor, Uncle Tu. The Ghost Emperor was so powerful that countless deities did not dare to go against him.

In the universe, apart from the Divine Realm, the Ghost Soldiers of the Necropolis were everywhere. Their spectral cultivators were even more densely packed and innumerable.

However, Su Yeh did not expect that the war in the Heavenly War Battlefield had been going on for so long. Until now, there were still Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Messengers. How many cultivators had died on the battlefield?

"Necropolis' Yin Soldiers are right in front of us. It's better if you two don't show up."

Su Yeh knew that the Black and White Elders belonged to the category of spectral cultivators. If they were taken away by the Ghost Messengers later, the loss would outweigh the gain.

With a thought, black Qi spread out from his body and he immediately kept the Black Rakshasa and White Yaksha.

Only then did Su Yeh fly toward the black heavenly river. He wanted to find an opportunity to blend into the ranks of the one million Yin Soldiers and head to Fengdu World. Then, he would return to the Manluo Plane from the Fengdu World.

However, what Su Yeh didn't expect was that before he could get close to the one million Yin Soldiers, when he was still twenty to thirty miles away, his body suddenly stiffened. He felt that he couldn't continue flying in the void ahead.

"Forbidden space?"

Su Yeh frowned, and then he directly landed on the ground. However, when he was less than ten miles away, he saw a familiar figure. She was dressed in black clothes, and she had a delicate and pretty face.

At this moment, her brows were tightly knitted. She stared unblinkingly at the million ghost soldiers in front of her as if she wanted to follow them into the Necropolis.

Su Yeh and the woman had nothing to say. They immediately thought of taking a step forward and approaching the group of ghost soldiers from the ground.

"You'd better not attract the attention of the ghost soldiers and mess up my plan." Suddenly, the distant Zhirou spoke coldly with a warning tone.

Su Yeh stopped in his tracks and said in a deep voice, "It seems like we have the same idea. We all want to enter the Necropolis. But you are only standing here. How can you enter the Necropolis? When the one million Yin Soldiers cross the border, no living people can get close to them. If you want to rush up at the last crucial moment, it is impossible to enter the Necropolis."

" I naturally have my ways. "

After saying that, she jumped forward as if she didn't want to stay with Su Yeh. She wanted to get closer to the ghost soldiers so that she could catch up with them faster.

However, it was also the moment when she landed on the ground.

With a rumble, the ground began to tremble. It seemed as if something was going to drill out of the ground. This attracted the attention of a few of the ghost soldiers in the distance. They were wearing masks. The ghost soldiers that revealed their fangs looked over.

One of the ghost soldiers seemed to be a captain. He was riding a black vicious beast. He held a spear in his hand and pointed in a gentle direction.

Boom!

Under the ground, giant stone statues' heads crashed out one after another. These stone statues were only giant heads, looking like Buddha heads, but they were all tied up by a piece of grey cloth, wrapping around their eyes in circles.

Dense portraits broke out of the ground like a dense forest. The strange tattered cloth faintly emitted light, making people feel an impulse to undo this layer of cloth and look at the eyes of these portraits.

"Ah - - don't come over, don't come over."

The soft fingers inside suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream as they charged left and right, escaping in a sorry state.

Looking at her panting and disheveled appearance, it was unknown what she had seen or experienced just now.

However, after she retreated, her face turned pale, as if she did not dare to try again.

Su Yeh frowned and said in a deep voice, "This is the Soul Seizing Grand Formation of Necropolis. It is rumored that it was created by their little uncle. If you try to barge in, you will die. If you walk to that end, you will find that your primordial spirit has already walked past. Your body is still in the same place. It can be said to be impossible to guard against! "

It took quite a while for her to calm down. She was still somewhat unconvinced. She shouted at the ghost soldiers in front of her, "Ghost cultivators of Necropolis. I am the third princess of the Feather Clan. Who can take me away from here and bring me to Fengdu? I will give him a generous reward. I will give you the five-colored phoenix feathers of the Feather Race as a reward. If you have any conditions, you can ask me."

She did dozens of times in a row, but the Yin Soldier and Ghost Messenger did not seem to hear her. They did not even look at them.

Su Yeh's eyes lit up when he heard her. He said, "It's useless to shout like that. They are all Yin Soldiers with no desires and desires. They were restrained by Tu Bo and King Youdu. Even if you gave the entire Feather Race to them, it would still be useless. They don't get any advantage either. However, if you were really willing to give up the five-colored phoenix feather... I can go and talk to them."

The Feather Race's five-colored phoenix feathers were very famous wings. It was said that the Feather Race's deities killed several phoenixes and refined them into wings. The power of these wings could be said to last for three days and three nights. They were definitely precious treasures among the Feather Race.

Winding Finger sneered and said, "What can you do? You should go and try."

"Okay!"

Su Yeh replied and took a step forward. When he saw the first huge statue, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Strength, Ren, Li, Ping -"

Boom!

When he said the fourth word, the statue slowly turned around and made way for Su Yeh.

Then, when it was the second statue, Su Yeh made a strange sound from his throat. "Brahma, Yi, Guang, Mu!"

Just like that, the second statue made way for him.

This time, not only did Zhou Zhirou stare blankly, even the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Messengers in front of them were stunned, as if they were very shocked.

Zhou Zhirou immediately reacted and said in shock: "Necropolis Language, how could this guy know Necropolis Language?"

In the universe, there were three languages that couldn't be directly learned through blood. They were clearly Dragon Language, God Language, and Necropolis Language.

This Necropolis Language was extremely difficult to understand and was very different from ordinary Ghost Language. Even major powers couldn't learn it, and some people who studied it with all their might couldn't accurately make that sound.

Now that Soft Finger discovered that Su Yeh actually knew the Necropolis Language, she was naturally very shocked.

In the black heavenly river ahead, a few ghost messengers with yellow faces and tattered black clothes walked over. They all held an ancient oil lamp in their hands.

This oil lamp naturally had a great background. As long as one got close to a cultivator, they would be able to directly burn their opponent's primordial spirit. No matter how powerful the evil spirits and wraiths were, they would not be able to withstand the burning of the oil lamp.

The leader of the Ghost Messengers, who had a slightly human-like appearance, said in a hoarse voice, "You know our Necropolis Language, but you are not our Necropolis Ghost Cultivator. What do you want to do? "

Su Yeh formally said, "Senior Ghost Messengers, the two of us were left behind in the Heavenly War Battlefield. Now, I want to follow you back to Necropolis. Of course, we will give a lot of treasures to Uncle Tu. For example, we will offer the Feather Race's five-colored phoenix feather. Do you think it's okay?"

The Ghost Messenger seemed to be unable to think straight. After a long time, he said," You are not spectral cultivators. Your lives should not be lost. Why do you want to go to the Necropolis World? "

"I know. We are just passing by. Passing by your Necropolis World and then immediately leaving the Necropolis will not delay." Su Yeh quickly said.

The ghost servant thought for a long time before saying, "You want to go to Fengdu World?"

"Yes, yes." Su Yeh nodded his head vigorously. It seemed like he had met a ghost servant that was easy to negotiate with.

The ghost servant struggled to raise the oil lamp in his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "All of you, drill your souls into my Life Seeking Lamp. I will bring you to Necropolis."

"No. Our physical bodies will also follow. If the souls return to Fengdu, we will die. We are just passing by." Su Yeh emphasized.

"If you all don't die, you can't go to Fengdu." The ghost servant seemed to have gone back to his previous life.

Su Yeh suddenly recalled the rules of Fengdu. It was indeed so. Living cultivators were not allowed to enter the Necropolis, but there was also an exception. It was the time to pay respects to Uncle Tu, Little Uncle Tu, and King Youdu. Then there would be cultivators who could smoothly enter the Necropolis.

"The two of us are going to pay respects to the Earthly Uncle. There is a very important matter. Are you going to stop us?"

The ghost servant looked at Su Yeh and then looked at the soft fingers in the distance. It seemed that his mind had not been used for ten thousand years. He could not think straight.0

"Greetings, Uncle Tu. You can enter the Necropolis. When we send the ghosts back, we can bring you back with us. "

"Really? That's great! The two of us can't wait to see uncle Tu! How much longer do you need?"

" Soon! And 1,633 years and 6 months!"

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