Emperor of Death

Chapter 701 Black Armored Man
When the two martial king masters of the Barbarian and Fox People approached, Ye Chen and Lan Wen's right hands grabbed at the same time, and a silver spear appeared in their hands.

Holding the silver spear in his hand, he stabbed forward, and the silver spear was full of sharp gun light.

"What is this?" The two Martial Emperors were horrified. Facing the two long spears, they felt that they could not be hostile. They subconsciously displayed their martial arts in an attempt to defeat Ye Chen and Lan Wen's attacks.

The attacks of the two alien races were pierced by the silver spear, and then the silver spear pierced into the chests of the two with an indomitable trend.

Without using any fancy tricks, relying only on pure strength, he killed two Martial Emperors in an instant.

Behind them, a group of Martial Kings reacted quickly and wanted to retreat immediately. Behind the Martial Kings, the iron bars of the Earth Monkey swept out silently, enveloping everyone.

From the other direction, Song Jia, Huang Xinrou, and Xiaokulou attacked at the same time, launching the most severe attack on the remaining Martial Kings.

King Wu of the foreign race was completely powerless to fight back, so he was killed by a group of people and turned into a corpse lying on the ground.

Next, there is a feast of dead creatures, they rush into the space of a ray of sky, frantically absorbing the fire of the soul.

Half an hour later, the fire of the soul was sucked out, and the first one to break through was the earth monkey.

The earth monkey finally accumulated enough strength in the realm of the first-tier Martial Emperor, and successfully stepped into the realm of the second-tier Martial Emperor.

The other dead creatures have each been promoted by one level, and even Lan Wen has been promoted by one level, reaching the realm of the sixth-rank Martial King, and the rest of the dead creatures have also reached the realm of the ninth-rank Martial King. One step away.

Of course, this step requires a lot of accumulation.

The dead creatures of other people are also improving crazily, and each dead creature has been promoted by one or two levels.

At Yechen's request, the little furball flew to a distance to observe again.

Along the way, everyone continued to enjoy the booty left by the emperor of the foreign race, and crazily cultivated their dead creatures.

During this process, Lan Wen raised her realm again, reaching the seventh rank of Martial King, on par with Yechen.

In this way, coupled with Lan Wen's own strange power, her positive power surpassed Ye Chen again.

Lan Wen's improvement made Yechen feel joy from the bottom of his heart. For Yechen, it was not as simple as increasing his combat power, but seeing his relatives become stronger and happy.

They figured it out, they were supposed to be one, and Lan Wen was Yechen's closest and most trusted person.

It has been three hours since he came in, and Yechen had a hunch that the emperor of the foreign race should be not far in front of him.

The little fur ball flew from a distance and reported to Yechen: "Master, there is a battle behind the mountain, and I saw those emperors of other races."

Yechen said: "How many people are there?"

"More than 30 people." Xiaomao Qiu said.

Wang Ziyu said softly: "When I saw it, there were more than 100 people."

Yechen murmured, "Dead."

Everyone is silent, and the number of people will not decrease for no reason. It seems that the road ahead of the alien race is very rough. The soul fire they encounter along the way is all exchanged by the alien race with their fresh lives. Thinking about it this way, night Chen and the others felt more refreshed, and it was such a rare and happy thing for the enemy to work hard for their own benefit.

Yechen said: "Come on, let's sneak over there, don't disturb them."

Yechen and the others flew out, flew to the halfway up the hill, gathered their strength, and climbed to the top of the hill on foot.

A group of people slowly probed from the top of the mountain, and they saw an altar in the distance ahead, on which was imprisoned a female ghost with white wings, and the ghost's body was shrouded in a faint milky white light.

In front of the altar, the emperors led their clansmen to fight a bull.

The little fat man looked at the bull and said, "Yechen, that zombie of the bull clan looks familiar."

Yechen sneered and said, "Do you still remember the temple where we found the little fur ball?"

The little fat man was surprised: "You mean, that barbarian bull is not a zombie? It's a puppet?"

Yechen nodded, and said in a deep voice: "This is a very powerful puppet. If the emperors want to take him down, they will have to pay a huge price."

"What's the matter with that woman?" The little fat man pointed to the ghost on the altar and said, "What race is that? It's obviously a human, but why does it have bird wings? Bird-human race?"

Yechen shook his head: "Well, I don't know what race it is, I remember that in some temples, they are all depicted as enemies of the temple."

The opponent's battle was very fierce, and the barbaric puppet burst out with extremely terrifying power, causing the emperors of the foreign race to suffer.

The little fat man smiled wretchedly and said, "Hey, the more tragic the better, we can take advantage of it later?"

Yechen frowned suddenly, and said softly, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Unwell? No." The little fat man said, "I feel fine."

"No, something bad must happen." Ye Chen said in a deep voice. This intuition had saved his life many times in his previous life. Ye Chen didn't dare to neglect, and quickly said, "Earth monkey!"

The earth monkey used its power to create a cave under Yechen, and the group of people fell into the cave.

Then the earth monkey drilled a few small holes in the cave so that people could lie down on the small holes and watch.

The little fat man said softly: "Yechen, you are making too much fuss, we are hiding very well."

Following the voice of the little fat man, everyone suddenly saw a black figure flying in the distance, it was a man in black armor with black fleshy wings.

The man's fleshy wings were dilapidated, pitted like broken fallen leaves, most of his face was rotten, half of his armor was also broken, and there were gaps all over his body.

This is clearly an incomplete person.

But the man in black armor flew above the heads of the crowd, without saying a word, he slapped the bottom lightly.

A black force blasted down below, covering all the emperor's sons including the puppets.

The next moment, everyone was shocked to see that the alien emperor and the bull puppet who had been fighting for a long time were directly turned into minced meat and broken bones under this palm.

Then, the figure flew into the distance and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Came lightly, walked lightly again, waved his sleeves, and harvested countless heads.

In the deep pit, everyone gasped, their bodies stiffened, and they didn't dare to move, for fear of attracting the attention of that terrifying existence. Under that force, no one could survive, including Yechen.

And the opponent was just an understatement.

It was too strong, even if the man in black armor disappeared for a long time, there was still an aura that made everyone feel scared in the distance.

The little fat man said in a trembling voice: "Ye, Yechen, what place have we entered?"

(End of this chapter)