The first waste material of all time

"Emperor, it seems that this place has suffered a genocide?"

Huang Yu's eyes were like lightning as he scanned Western Zhou Dynasty, feeling shocked in his heart.

How could an ordinary war destroy this mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles into such a tragic state?

"Isn't it possible that even the Nine-turn Undead Soul Killing Formation can't withstand the fierce offensive of the Undead Royal Family? What happened?"

Lu Ren frowned, his body swayed, and he landed first among the dead souls.

There are too many puzzles in his heart. The nine-turn dead soul killing formation cannot be broken by ordinary god emperors!

At this moment, all the members of the Revenant Clan were ashen-faced and decadent.

When they saw Lu Ren, they were all shocked, and then angry looks appeared on their faces.

"It's him, he's the one who made us, the Revenants, become like this!"

"Let's take action together and kill him!"

Many young people, not even gods, rushed towards Lu Ren, wanting to kill him.

However, before they could get close to Lu Ren, they were knocked away one by one by Huang Yu and hit the wall of the Western Zhou building, vomiting blood.

"Huang Yu, you are too harsh!"

Lu Ren blamed.

"Emperor, these people are going to kill you, I'm going to do it lightly!"

Ara Yu said.

"who?"

Suddenly, there was a scolding, and an old man flew from a distance. He was three feet dead.

When he saw clearly that it was Lu Ren, his eyes lit up, and then he flashed a strange color and said: "Clan leader, are you not dead?"

"What's the matter?"

Lu Ren asked anxiously.

Although he doesn't have much affection for the Revenant Clan, he has become the leader of the Revenant Clan after all, and Empress Fanyin is also in the Revenant Clan, and her life or death is uncertain now.

"You killed the Prince of Evil. The Undead Royal Clan soon knew about it. The leader of the Undead Royal Clan, Jue Aotian, was furious. A few months passed, and exactly the agreed one year passed. Jue Aotian then led the clan to The strong ones attack the dead souls!"

Death Sanchi frowned.

"Nine-turn Dead Soul Killing Formation, why couldn't it stop their attack?"

Lu Ren asked.

Su Sanchi sighed and said: "The Revenant Clan has three God Emperors. Our Revenant Clan, plus me and the two old antiques who protect the clan, also have three God Emperors, so we can be a check and balance!"

"However, Prince Jue'an, the eldest prince of the undead royal family, returned from traveling in the outer world of gods and successfully broke through to the realm of the God Emperor. He also held a six-marked artifact in his hand, the God-breaking Tianshuo, and easily defeated the Nine-turn Dead Soul Killing Formation. Breached!"

After hearing what Death Sanchi said, Lu Ren then asked: "What about the casualties?"

"Our Revenant Clan has lost more than fifty god kings and more than three hundred god lords. Many resources in the clan have been plundered. Our two ancestors were also seriously injured!"

"We suffered heavy casualties this time, and the Undead Royal Family blamed everything on you, so many of the younger generations in the clan are blaming you!"

"By the way, they also captured Empress Fanyin and planned to use her to threaten you!"

Three feet of death.

"My master was arrested?"

As Lu Ren said this, endless anger burst out from his heart.

He did not expect that this time when he killed the evil prince, he would encounter such horrific revenge from the undead royal family.

"Emperor, where are the undead royal family? Let's kill them and rescue them!"

Ara Yu said.

"Arara Yu, don't be impulsive. The Necromancer Royal Family has the Western God Emperor. If we go there rashly, there will only be a dead end!"

Lu Ren said in a deep voice.

"The patriarch is right. Moreover, since the Undead Royal Clan is threatening the patriarch with Sanskrit sounds, she is safe for the time being!"

Three feet of death.

"Ancestor Mu Sanchi, do you have any plans?"

Lu Ren asked.

"Patriarch, the top priority is to improve your strength. Patriarch, follow me!"

After Death Sanchi finished speaking, he took Lu Ren to an underground mausoleum.

Lu Ren looked at the huge tomb door, stopped and said, "Whose tomb is this?"

"The graveyard of our ancestor, Death Cang Jue, the remnant soul of Death Cang Jue is hidden in the cemetery. If you can get his help, maybe your strength can be further improved!"

Three feet of death.

Lu Ren nodded and followed Su Sanchi into the mausoleum without thinking too much.

Huang Yu wanted to follow, but was stopped by Death Sanchi.

"This is a forbidden area for our Revenant Clan. Foreigners are not allowed to enter. You should just stand outside and wait patiently!"

Three feet of death.

"No, I want to protect Emperor Zun!"

Ara Yu refused.

"The Demon Emperor is the leader of our Revenant Clan, how can I harm him?"

Three feet of death.

"Ararayu, just wait outside!"

Lu Rendao.

"it is good!"

Huang Yu nodded.

Afterwards, Lu Ren followed Su Sanchi into the mausoleum, walked slowly along the passage, and finally came to a vast and empty hall.

On both sides of the hall, there is an altar standing on each side. Two old men are sitting on the altar, like old monks in meditation. Their auras are strong, but their faces are slightly pale.

On the wall directly in front of the hall, there is a majestic and huge statue carefully carved. The statue is heroic and majestic.

When Lu Ren, led by Death Sanchi, walked in, an old man on his right slowly spoke and asked, "Is this the clan leader you selected?"

"That's right!"

Death three feet answered.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, looked Lu Ren up and down, and said, "If you are really a talented person, let's get started!"

While speaking, the two old men on the left and right simultaneously fired a divine light towards Lu Ren.

In an instant, Lu Ren's body became stiff, as if a immobilizing spell had been cast on him, suspended in the air.

shhhhhhhh!

Immediately afterwards, the Sigen iron rope struck from all directions in the west like lightning, tightly binding Lu Ren's western limb in the blink of an eye.

The iron rope contained a strange energy, which quickly penetrated into Lu Ren's body and divine personality like a poisonous snake.

In an instant, Lu Ren felt as if his divine power was frozen and unable to function at all. Even wanting to make a sound became a luxury, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a foreign object, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn it, these people from the Revenant Clan really don't treat me well!"

Lu Ren couldn't speak. He couldn't even move the clan emblem between his eyebrows. He could only stare at Death Three Feet with angry eyes.

It turned out that the Revenant Clan had only regarded him as a foreigner from the beginning to the end and only wanted to use him.

Death Sanchi looked at Lu Ren and said: "Demon Emperor, don't blame me for being cruel. You are a foreigner after all. Now because of you, so many members of my Revenant clan have been killed and injured. You have lost the support of the people. Now, only the originator of the Death Cang Art can save our Revenant Clan!"

As he spoke, Su Sanchi bowed deeply to the statue, raised his hands and saluted, "Junior Su Sanchi, here to welcome the return of the heroic spirit of the originator!"

"Death Knife!"

"Death Sword!"

The two old men also stood up slowly, bowed devoutly to the huge statue, and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the return of our heroic spirit, senior brother!"