Emperor Xin embraced Ye Lingyue, Ye Lingyue settled his emotions, and then looked at the corpse demons, who looked disturbed.
"Can the road to heaven really lead to thirty-three days?"
"I do n’t know, it ’s just that the Lord Wu King said so. It is said that the end of the road to heaven is 33 days. If you walk through the road to heaven, you can become a man of heaven. Fairy. "
The corpse replied while roaring in the bottom of his heart. These people seemed to have not figured out the situation yet.
If they are sorcerers, should n’t they be so terrified that they heard the witch king ’s name, how could this be the case?
"And what kind of emperor you said is dead or alive, just ask the witch king to know."
The zombie said again.
"Cormorant, you rarely make mistakes, don't think I can't see it, you want to lead us up the mountain to find the Witch King."
Di Xin snorted coldly, looking at the corpse's gaze, a bit cold.
The corpse shuddered in shock, only to feel that the whole body was cold, and even his tongue was frozen and knotted.
"I don't mean that. If you don't believe it, you can go up the mountain with me. The road up the mountain, I know, I heard that the road to heaven will be opened soon, can you become a human being, and enter the road to heaven understood."
The zombie's eyeballs rolled around, but he didn't expect that his trick would be seen through by this kid.
"Don't listen to him talking nonsense, the Witch King is cruel, really going up the mountain, everyone is going and going back."
Old Xintou sipped beside him.
These lone souls stayed in Wang Wushan for so long. What the witch king did was also intimidating, but he did not know it earlier. The witch king actually controlled the corpses and secretly cruelly killed these lone souls.
At this time, a loud rumble came from the direction of the mountainside, like a sudden spring thunder.
In the direction of the mountainside, the mist that had always enveloped Wangwu Mountainside suddenly dispersed.
Seeing the corpse, he was overjoyed.
"A good old man, are you not afraid of death, dare to insult the Witch King. Great Lord Witch King, there are people from outside who want to harm your most loyal courtier, save me!"
The corpse suddenly shouted at the mountainside.
Ye Lingyue and Emperor Xin's expressions were sullen. Ye Lingyue quickly let Xiaoche and Xiaowuya retreat. Emperor Xin urged Jian Qi, which screamed, and wanted to protect in front of several people.
"The ants who don't know how to live, dare to break into Wang Wushan. The corpse, you useless thing."
Seeing the direction of the mountainside, a moment of mist spreading out, there was a pair of skinny blue-grey ghost claws that fell from the sky.
The ghost claw, the claw wind is fierce, and there is a sensation of coldness. The left claw protrudes toward the corpse demon. In the direction of the imp.
The witch king has been coveting the soul of the little devil for a long time, and woke up today and found that the breath of the little devil was close at hand, so he naturally refused to let it go.
"Ghost! Hurry to the ancient battlefield, don't look back!"
Laoxin saw him, his eyes were fast, and he pushed the devil in the direction of Ye Lingyue and Dixin, but he was caught by the witch king himself.
When the Witch King appeared, a large amount of mist swept over the mountainside.
The mist was fierce and mixed with a rotten smell. The color was reddish green. Ye Lingyue knew at a glance that the mist was poisonous.
"Everyone, be careful not to get fogged."
Ye Lingyue and Di Xin exchanged a look, and the two no longer hesitated. Ye Lingyue rolled up the ghost with a soul chain. Di Xin held a little Wuya and Xiao shou in one hand. The two moved towards the old Xintou Run towards the ancient battlefield.
Old Xintou stayed in Wangwu for a long time, and he had his own way of dealing with Wuwang.
The strength of the Witch King is unpredictable, and now is not the time to be tough.
"Old Xintou!"
The imp is constantly struggling, and he sees Lao Xintou captured by the witch king.
"Old ghost, dare to obstruct this king's plan, damn it!"
The soul of Old Xintou, like a piece of paper, was directly torn by the Witch King.
"Leave! Imp, you must leave the witch!"
The voice of the old ghost echoed coldly in the air.
Ye Lingyue's heart sank.
But she didn't look back, she knew that it was too late to look back.
The witch king can tear a ghost with a soul of five thousand years in one hand, and its cultivation behavior is much more powerful than they thought.
"Let me go back, I want to go back, I can't leave the old Xin head."
The little devil was struggling desperately, and the soul chain in Ye Lingyue's hands clanged.
Behind him, the breath of the Witch King followed, coming closer and closer.
The devil is struggling like this, Ye Lingyue can't be guaranteed that she won't be affected, I'm afraid she will be caught soon.
"If you want Laoxin to die in vain, you will be struggling."
Ye Lingyue just dropped a sentence lightly, and the soul chain quickly disappeared.
This boy was just a matter of course.
Ye Lingyue was slightly relieved. She and Emperor Xin looked at each other, and their body skills doubled, and they walked towards the core area of the ancient battlefield.
Behind him, the witch king's breath gradually disappeared.
As it seems, as the old Xintou said, the Witch King does not know what the reason is, his range of activities is limited, and he can only move around the mountainside.
From that area, the Witch King struggled.
This means that as long as it does not leave the core area of the ancient battlefield and break into the active area of the Witch King, it is safe.
Ye Lingyue and Di Xin confirmed that there was no tracking behind them, and then they stopped.
Around, there was only the sound of wind.
"Ghost, if you are uncomfortable, cry out."
Ye Lingyue gently let go of the imp.
The little guy hasn't squeaked since Lao Xin died.
Ye Lingyue couldn't see its expression clearly, but her thoughts, she could feel an unspeakable sorrow, echoing in the air.
Ye Lingyue sighed.
She is not good at dealing with this parting scene.
For the imp, Lao Xintou is his only relative, and now the only relative is gone.
"I don't cry. Old Xintou said that crying is a sign of the weak."
The sound of the imp is stubborn and immature.
The little soul shadow was motionless.
"We will try to avenge you."
Ye Lingyue raised his hand and wanted to appease the imp, but his hand was in the air and was lost.
She remembered that the child had no flesh.
"I will avenge myself, Witch King, I must kill him."
Ye Lingyue could not see the expression of the imp, but at this time, she could feel a strong hatred from the imp.
How can a child who is only six years old have the power of such terrible ideas in such a ruinous world?
Even Ye Lingyue, who is a spiritual master, felt terrified at this time.
What the hell is it, kid?