Peach Fortune Ring

At this moment, a phantom flashed by, and two living corpse puppets appeared directly in front of the little corpse puppets, staring at Song Yan vigilantly.

"Hoohoo!"

The two living corpse puppets roared at Song Yan again, as if warning him to get out of here.

But right now.

The little corpse puppet reached out and patted the two corpse puppets, and the two corpse puppets immediately fell silent.

Then the little corpse puppet actually walked towards Song Yan.

For a moment, Song Yan was a little surprised, but he didn't move.

Soon, the little corpse puppet approached within one meter of Song Yan, and uttered a strange language towards him, but unfortunately, Song Yan couldn't understand.

"Little devil, what are you talking about?"

Song Yan looked at him suspiciously.

Suddenly, the little corpse puppet seemed to think of something, and he lowered his body to write on the ground. Then, a line of words appeared in Song Yan's sight: We are the cursed people, and only those with the blood of the ancestor gods can save us, you Can you save us?

"Ancestor bloodline?"

Thinking flashed across Song Yan's eyes, but soon he came to his senses: "Is the ancestor god you mentioned Pan Gu?"

The little corpse nodded vigorously.

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The first thousand nine hundred and thirty nine chapters army of corpse puppets

"Then how can I help you lift the curse?" Song Yan asked again.

"Your blood is needed."

The little corpse puppet wrote on the ground.

"How many of you are there?"

Song Yan asked thoughtfully.

"More than 500 million!"

The little corpse wrote.

"Five million, even if one person has one drop of blood, it still needs 500 million blood. It's probably not enough to drain all my blood!" Song Yan said angrily.

"Descendant of the ancestor god, you only need to give me a drop of blood, and I can speak, and we can communicate better!" The little corpse puppet wrote another line, and then looked at him expectantly.

"hey-hey!"

Song Yan let out a strange laugh: "My blood contains the blood of the ancestors, so you can get it if you want it, you have to exchange it!"

"As long as you undo the curse of our family, we can serve you!"

The little corpse puppet wrote again.

"Very tempting!"

Song Yan secretly thought, but he felt that this matter was not that simple. Who on earth cursed them to turn them into inhuman monsters?Moreover, this curse can only be lifted with the blood of a person with Pangu blood, which shows that this curse is very powerful.

It is definitely not easy to cast such a powerful curse and turn a group of people into monsters that are neither human nor ghost.

If he lifts their curse, will the other party trouble him?

Besides, what this little corpse puppet said may not be true.

There are too many things in this world that turn faces and deny people.

At this moment, the little corpse puppet turned around and said a few strange words to one of the corpse puppets, then the other party suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and the other party directly threw hundreds of storage god rings at Song Yan's feet.

And the little corpse puppet also wrote: "So many storage rings are exchanged for a drop of your blood!"

Song Yan picked up these storage god rings and checked them, and found that each of the storage god rings contained a lot of magic crystal pills, etc., which should be obtained by the corpse puppets hunting the gods who broke into the misty forbidden area.

The things in hundreds of god rings are worth at least tens of billions of god crystals.

"it is good!"

Putting away these storage rings, Song Yan cut his fingers and threw a drop of blood at the little corpse puppet.

The little corpse puppet was overjoyed, reached out and grabbed the drop of blood, and wiped it directly on his forehead. Then, an extremely complicated talisman appeared on his forehead. After the talisman absorbed Song Yan's blood, the little corpse puppet's A circle of black air could not help but evaporate above the head, and when the black air dissipated, the little corpse puppet was actually a little more angry.

"Thank you!"

The little corpse puppet said suddenly.

At this moment, a second bolt of thunder struck down from the sky, more powerful than the first one.

Suddenly, Song Yan's expression changed.

Looking at the little corpse puppet, he said: "My friends are crossing the catastrophe, but someone wants to plot against them, can you call some corpse puppets to help them! Afterwards, I can give you three drops of blood!"

"it is good!"

The little corpse puppet agreed without hesitation, and then let out a silent roar. With his roar, a large number of corpse puppets suddenly appeared around him.

It was densely packed, and Song Yan's head felt numb when he saw it.

He turned on his perspective power to check, and found that in such an instant, there were more than 2000 corpse puppets gathered around, and the number was still increasing.

"Enough! Enough!"

Song Yan shouted quickly.

Each corpse puppet is comparable to the upper gods, while the opponent has only more than 100 upper gods, and more than 2000 corpse puppets can crush the opponent just by the number of people.

"Do you know the whereabouts of those people?"

Song Yan looked at the little corpse and asked.

"follow me!"

The little corpse puppets flew forward with the two corpse puppets that looked like living people, Song Yan hurriedly followed, while the more than 2000 corpse puppets around them followed behind them blankly.

The mighty army chased and killed the upper god of Tianjia Jiangjia.

And this moment.