There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

But in the end, it was still difficult to lift its bloated and deformed body into the air. An inexplicable feeling of irritation quietly surged in its heart, causing its tail to wag restlessly.

Occasionally, ferocious beasts born in the Netherworld would peek out.

But they often only managed to flee in panic and disarray. The frequent bloody battles during this period had made the local natives realize that the monster from outside should never be provoked.

Countless overlords have lived in the Nine Netherworld for many years.

They had all perished in its mouth.

But Jiang Mo was unaware of all this. It was as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his perception of the outside world was hazy and indistinct.

I felt like I was wandering alone.

Now, that familiar light appeared in the distance, and without thinking, Jiang Mo, whose consciousness was blurred, instinctively rushed in that direction.

Chasing after that familiar scent.

Go and embrace warmth.

Just as Jiang Mo was closing in at full speed, a fierce battle was raging. As the "signal bee" exploded in the night sky, the ambush troops that Tianze had set up around the area immediately launched their attack.

A pale green light, as if rising from the underworld, quietly spread, quickly outlining ancient and eerie patterns on the ground.

Accompanied by a chilling aura that seemed to rise to the sky, pale hands emerged from the ground.

Some of those lifeless, bluish-white ghost hands still had stiff skin and flesh that looked like they had been frozen for ten thousand years, but many more ghost hands were already just bare bones.

The flesh and blood belonging to the living had long since rotted away.

With a series of strange cracking sounds, countless undead emerged from the ground, their stiff steps leading towards Yan Lingji.

However, fire has been believed to have the power to ward off evil spirits since ancient times.

Despite lacking any biological instincts, under the control of the surrounding sorcerers, the undead walked into the raging sea of ​​fire without the slightest fear.

But few people are able to get out of it.

Often, within a few steps, they will completely turn into smoke and ashes.

But isn't this also a form of depletion? With Yan Lingji controlling the witch priest with her fire charm, who will continue to maintain this sea of ​​fire?

With each spirit burned, the sea of ​​fire weakens a little.

In the Nine Netherworld, corpses and the like are always an inexhaustible source of materials.

A shaking sensation, as if an earth dragon were turning over, came from beneath one's feet. As earth and stones flew and fell, a ferocious skeletal beast tore through the earth and crawled out.

A vast, chilling aura, like a bursting dam, poured out of the ferocious beast's body.

Without any further action, the surrounding sea of ​​fire weakened, and its suppressive power against the undead army diminished dramatically.

The skeletal behemoth raised its claws and swung them towards Yan Lingji.

Given the size difference between the two, it's as easy as a human reaching out to grab a cat or dog; they could easily lift it up.

"Go away!"

With a roar, the peerless ghost guarding Yan Lingji charged forward and blocked the skeletal beast's claws with its bare hands.

His veins were bulging all over his body.

The soles of their feet dug deep furrows in the ground.

With a roar and a burst of power, Wushuang Gui suddenly sprang up and used both hands to pry open the skeletal beast's claws, which were about half the size of a human, and as if rooted to the ground, he forcefully threw the skeletal behemoth to the ground.

The enormous skeletal body rolled and crushed over it.

It mercilessly crushed the staggering skeletons and spirits of the dead.

"Huff~ Huff~"

After performing that incredible feat, Wushuang Gui was momentarily exhausted. His muscular chest heaved violently, and he gasped for breath as if a bellows was being pulled.

Those enormous, bell-like eyes remained fixed on the fallen skeletal beast.

We dare not relax in the slightest.

opportunity!

The village chief, who had been waiting for his chance, suddenly saw an excellent opportunity. His face remained impassive, but with a flick of his wrist, several poisonous bees swarmed towards Yan Lingji.

These specially bred venomous bees are much smaller than their counterparts.

It is extremely difficult to detect.

Under their master's deliberate control, they lowered their bodies and flew at low altitudes, using the flames and thick smoke to conceal their forms. Without the Peerless Ghost noticing, they quietly approached Yan Lingji.

Ha, this big oaf, I knew he was too stupid and incapable of being of any use!

With his eyes narrowed slightly, the village chief, about to succeed, couldn't help but sneer inwardly with a sense of smug satisfaction:

What trust, what partnership...

That's all bullshit!

They'll still have to obediently faint under my bewitching bees!

However, the tiny, rice-grain-sized poisonous bee silently approached Yan Lingji. It twisted its body slightly, and the slender stinger at its tail aimed at the tender skin exposed outside the armor.

Suddenly, roses bloomed in profusion.

The roses that grew amidst the sea of ​​fire had an eerie, blood-red hue. Their seemingly delicate petals quietly closed, swallowing bees into their hearts.

With a slight tremor, it quietly fell silent.

The village chief's smug expression instantly turned into astonishment. He looked at the familiar blood-red rose, and was both shocked and furious, unable to control himself and jumping up and down.

"Wei, what are you doing?"

"Trying to steal credit? Ha, don't think you can get away with it just because you've been getting closer to His Highness the Crown Prince lately..."

"Ha, as expected, all he thinks about is profit."

A slightly languid voice interrupted the village chief's roar. Surrounded by rose vines, Wei stepped to Yan Lingji's side, giving her own father a disdainful look:

"Boring and empty, just like these skeletons~"

As she spoke, branches spread and vines grew.

Clusters of crimson roses surrounded Yan Lingji, growing tenaciously in the sea of ​​fire and blooming proudly amidst death.

It transformed into a defense line with no blind spots.

This defense line may seem fragile, but those roses that can bloom in the sea of ​​fire are not ordinary plants. They are creations of witchcraft, nurtured by the Blood Rose Gu.

As Wei stepped closer, countless skeletons and undead were torn to pieces.

"Aren't you afraid..."

Before the usual threat could be uttered, the village chief was interrupted again by Wei, who stood beside Yan Lingji, her voice still slightly breathless.

"Ha, stop with your ridiculous tricks. Just behave yourself, and do you think I'll have a good ending?"

Despite her seemingly lazy demeanor, Wei's panting and sweaty appearance suggested that she wasn't planning to step in and turn the tide at a crucial moment.

It's simply that I can't keep up with the speed of Yan Ling Ji and Wu Shuang Gui.

That's why they arrived late.

"The blooming period of a rose is only a few days, but it is better to bloom freely than to rot and decay in a dark corner."

Wei snapped her fingers.

Countless crimson roses sprouted from the flesh and blood scattered on the ground and burned fiercely in the sea of ​​fire, making the originally waning fire even more magnificent.

"Such a principle, I'm afraid someone like you will never understand."

She chuckled softly amidst the firelight, her face devoid of its usual allure, replaced by an unprecedented sense of carefree joy.

"Well said, then so be it."

A cold snort suddenly rang out, and a figure strode forward, with several menacing serpents casting grotesque shadows at his feet.

Chapter 86 You gave me lies, I'll give you the truth

The flickering light and shadows kept flashing past my eyes.

People take root and multiply on the land, constantly expanding their populations and working hard for survival day after day.

This is a history that the shaman is intimately familiar with.

But that was all. What struck him as utterly unfamiliar was that, within this prosperous and thriving community, the shamans did not see a place reserved for the gods.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the concept of gods doesn't exist here.

In fact, there seem to be an excessive number of deities here, as if even a stray dog ​​by the roadside has a dedicated deity in charge of its care.

But this is just an illusion.

Even if people talk about gods, they don't feel any piety in their hearts.

To them, the so-called gods are nothing more than a convenient tool that they can pull out and pretend to chant a few words when they feel like it.

Afterwards, however, he kicked it into some corner and left it to gather dust.

This is a world that does not need gods.

To a devout believer like a shaman, such a world is absurd, outrageous, and contrary to common sense...

Without the blessing and protection of the gods, how could people possibly survive the long night and take root in the desolate mountains and rivers full of poisonous insects and wild beasts?

Are those calamities that cause the heavens and earth to lose their color something that mortals can withstand?

能够。

Of course you can.

The scene presented before the shaman offered this answer.

Without prayer or supplication, ordinary people have survived through their wisdom and strength amidst unimaginable disasters.

Instead of praying for divine favor.

On the contrary, they have developed more prosperously and lived more like human beings than those groups that constantly proclaim "our Lord".

The shaman was stunned.