Whoosh!
A bright light shot from the sky.
"Xiang Bei!"
When the light fell, it was the old man Tianji.
He looked at Xiang Nan excitedly, and said, "You are really frozen!"
But immediately after seeing Xiang Nan's unkind expression, Old Man Tianji's heart shuddered: "What happened? Why is there such a large resentment in the air."
Xiang Nan said expressionlessly, "Where is the site of the Luoxue Sect?"
"What's the matter?" Elder Tianji asked urgently: "What happened the day I left, tell me quickly! Why are you going to Luoxuezong?"
"It's too late for us to escape from Luo Xuezong's pursuit these days, and you're going to go to the tiger's mouth instead?"
Xiang Nan said with a cold face, "The brothers of the Star Guild were massacred by Duanmu, and Xiaohe was also taken back to the sect. I don't know whether this matter is life or death."
"You want to kill Luoxuezong?" Elder Tianji was also very sad by this incident, but said: "They are all dead, why don't you still go to die?"
"Snowfall Sect, where is it?" Xiang Nan's eyes were firm, unquestionable.
Old man Tianji gritted his teeth: "Forget it, it's time to settle this grievance. I'll go with you!"
Xiang Nandao: "You still have Miss Su Ran to take care of. If you die, all the painstaking efforts of Senior Su Hongtian will be wasted."
"But..." Old Man Tianji still wanted to speak.
Xiang Nandao: "This is a personal grievance between me and Luoxuezong. I will settle it myself. If I can live, I will be avenged. If I die, I will not lose money."
"You don't need to persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind to kill the Snowfall Sect's stronghold."
The old man Tianji persuaded him for a long time, but Xiang Nan was unmoved, he was already determined.
Elder Ji had no choice but to take out a map, point out the direction of Luo Xuezong, and said: "There are two roads that can be passed, and one needs to be detoured. It will take two or three days."
"The other way is to pass through the Canyon of the Dead. There used to be an ancient battlefield, and the ghosts linger and linger all year round. Passing through there is very dangerous."
Xiang Nan carried the Sword of the Dead on his back, and said, "Senior, take good care of Miss Su Ran, we will not change the Qingshan, there will be a period later."
After finishing speaking, Xiang Nan turned into a bright light and shot straight into the sky.
Half a day later, Xiang Nan arrived at the vast Canyon of the Dead.
The terrain here is complex, with mountains, grasslands, rivers, and forests. The entire area is located in a basin. From a high altitude, it looks like a crack in the earth.
From ancient times to today, warriors and demon clans throughout the ages have fought countless battles here in order to compete for the Iron Continent.
The place is full of hostility, and the resentment lingers all year round.
Xiang Nan carried the sword of the dead, and he walked across the grassland.
Wherever he passed, the flowers and plants withered strangely, and one piece after another died in an instant.
And the corpses that had been turned into dust for tens of thousands of years unexpectedly reunited and crawled out of the freshly decayed soil.
This is the true usage of the Sword of the Dead!
Use the sword of the dead to absorb the vitality of all things in the world to revive the souls of the dead.
Instead of feeding the sword of the dead at the cost of depleting his own vitality, as Xiang Nan once did.
In this way, Xiang Nan can wake up the king without paying any price.
However, the price paid by the world is huge. The more dead people summoned by the sword of the dead, the more vitality it absorbs the earth and the trees.
Wherever it passes, it will be turned into death!
It's just that at this moment, Xiang Nan doesn't care about that at all, he only has Luoxuezong in his eyes.
He walked in the Canyon of the Dead as a whole, like a center of a circle, and around his body, a gray circular aura continued to spread out. The aura became bigger and bigger, engulfing the grassland and making the grassland wither.
That aura engulfed the forest, making the forest rotten, it engulfed the mountains, and turned the green mountains and green waters into a gray dead land.
Skeletons climbed up from the ground, holding dilapidated weapons, and silently followed behind Xiang Nan.
The skeletons of monsters flew up from the depths of the earth, circling Xiang Nan endlessly.
One by one, the super masters who used to be all-powerful also came out of the mud. They were surrounded by the black energy of the dead, and they followed behind Xiang Nan silently.
The sword of the dead still has limits, it cannot allow the undead to display the abilities they should have before they were born.
What's more, the older the dead creature, the less powerful it will be when it is resurrected.
Among these undead, there are even semi-holy and strong men who once swallowed the sky and cracked the earth, but now they are walking behind Xiang Nan, some of them are as low as returning to the original state, and some of them have reached the sky-watching state.
But there are too many of them! Tens of thousands of undead monsters are hovering in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of undead are walking rumblingly on the ground.
Xiang Nan walked in the front, his face was icy cold, and behind him was an army of undead!
The old man Tianji was always worried about Xiang Nan, and followed him silently in the rear.
But the scene in front of him made old man Tianji's face pale with fright.
Looking from a distance, a black air rose into the sky, filling the world! Even the resentment soared to the sky, condensing into a huge black vortex in the sky that rotated counterclockwise!
"Doomsday..." Elder Tianji tilted his head back slightly, his pupils had shrunk to the extreme.
The endurance of the sword of the dead has reached its limit. It must devour more vitality in order to resurrect more undead.
And the canyon of the dead, which was not very lively, was completely emptied by Xiang Nan.
That Xiang Nan held up the sword of the dead, only to hear a dragon chant resounding through the sky!
The undead ice dragon of the first level of good fortune soars into the sky!
…
Snowfall Sect, the judgment stand.
Today is the day of Luoxuezong's retreat. The other second-class and third-class sects have followed Luoxuezong to massacre civilians. Once Luoxuezong leaves, they will have no backing.
Therefore, Luo Xuezong promised to take away these hundreds of sects of the second and third ranks together.
On the trial platform, Xiao He was tied to a stone pillar with a blank expression on his face.
Under the stage, there were 150,000 sect disciples whose hands were stained with the blood of civilians and who had slaughtered countless civilians with cruel means.
These disciples of Luoxue Sect, second class and third class sects are all ready to go.
That Duanmu stood on the trial platform and shouted loudly: "Our sect in the Iron Continent does not allow any traitors!"
"Today, I will let Xiaohe wash the trial platform with blood, and wash away the shame she brought us!"
"When we establish our prestige, it will be the day to fight in other lands!"
"Roar!" 150,000 disciples raised their arms and shouted, the voice resounded through the sky!
Everyone was extremely excited. They were looking forward to a bright future, looking forward to the beautiful years when they could grow together with the Luoxue Sect and conquer the north and south together.
But at this moment, it was dark.
Everyone, including Duanmu, looked towards the northwest in horror.
I saw that the day was covered, with countless pairs of black wings flapping densely in the air.
The beautiful iceberg where Luoxuezong was located was also shrouded, and countless undead climbed the entire mountain range.
Those undead were like weird spiders, and they climbed flat against the walls, and some hung directly upside down on the pillars, like spiders crawling on the roof, making a desperate sound.
Roar!
A dragon whistle resounded through the sky, and a giant frost dragon spewed cold air and descended from the sky!
On the back of the ice dragon stood a man with a gloomy face.
"It's you?" Duanmu trembled suddenly: "This is impossible! You are dead! Why are you still alive! This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"Xiang...Xiang Bei?" Xiaohe was also suddenly clever, and then he yelled loudly.
Xiang Nan stood on the ice dragon's head and said to Xiaohe: "I have admitted that you are my teammate, a good brother for a day, and a good brother for a lifetime."
"Xiaohe, you are not alone anymore. If someone binds you to the mountain of swords, I will kill you on the mountain of swords. If someone plunders you into the sea of fire, I will kill you into the sea of fire."
"Even if someone pulls you into hell, I will break into hell and drag you back!"
Xiaohe nodded desperately, tears could not stop falling down.
"You..." Duanmu pointed at Xiang Nan and roared angrily, "Well, you crooked boy, you can actually control the undead, how dare you call yourself a decent person."
"It turns out that you Southern Region warriors are this kind of stuff, haha, hahahaha! It really makes people laugh out loud!"
"Based on your evil state, you have the face to accuse us!"
Many sect disciples shouted loudly.
Xiang Nan waved his hand coldly and said, "Kill me."
"I want rivers of blood to flow here, and I want no grass to grow here."
"I want this place, there is no one who can stand on the ground alive!!"