I make a contract with myself

Chapter 368: The Ghost Queen of the Four Dead Kings

The killing has been going on for a long time, and no one knows how long it has been.

The Taoist spells, the warriors' skills and the elves' abilities, all kinds of light intertwined together, reaping the last bit of life of the undead.

But they were still surrounded.

The undead continued to emerge in an endless stream, and their numbers were outrageous.

"Why are there still more!"

Cang Xie’s face was pale and his eyelids opened weakly. When he saw the dense swarms of undead, he almost collapsed.

Beside him, Si Mulin had the same feeling.

They are the weakest two people, so naturally they cannot maintain as much energy as Sun Yan, Chu Shudai and Lin Xiaoyu, and they can even crush the undead in the battle.

When Liu Xian saw that the two of them had adjusted their breathing, she picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

Cang Xie picked up the teacup, his hands shaking a little.

Si Mulin was stunned: "Oh my god, you wouldn't do that, would you?"

Cang Xie glanced at him and said unhappily: "My cultivation is the lowest, okay? Besides, the potential of this body is just this much, unlike you..."

Although these three alien elves were tired from facing the high-intensity battles, they were still able to make small breakthroughs from time to time.

Unlike Cang Xie, unless he immerses himself in hard training, even if he fights desperately and puts himself on the brink of life and death, he will not be able to unleash even the slightest potential.

The third alien elf, Cang Xie, was originally a failure, and it is not easy for him to achieve what he has today.

Through repeated exploitation, Si Mulin's cultivation has been consolidated, and his originally superficial spiritual energy has now become much more solid.

He even had a small breakthrough.

It’s not about cultivation, but about the state of mind.

After living under house arrest for so many years, he still had to remain true to his original aspirations. One can imagine the pressure he was under.

The pressure was released through killing, which brought his state of mind to a higher level and he became a qualified practitioner.

Rather than a naive time traveler...

The two rested for a while, then turned around and joined the battle.

Liu Xian supported her head, glanced past the two figures, and looked at her husband.

Haha, you really think you are invincible. You rush so far, aren’t you afraid of being ambushed?

That being said, how could she allow her husband to be attacked?

After all, that ghost is very strong.

He should be one of the leaders of the Undead.

She would have solved the case long ago.

For no reason, the undead kept pouring towards them. It didn't seem normal no matter how you looked at it.

Not taking any action actually means they just want to use the undead to achieve their own goals.

Sun Yan’s small goal has been achieved, one hundred thousand souls.

There is still a shortfall of half of a million souls, and the Human Emperor Banner is also trying to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ascend to become a god.

Although Sun Yan has many elves, there are only a few gods, and none of them were cultivated by him.

The primordial fairies are special beings that are above all life in the world.

And standing at the top of bloodline life are the gods.

There are not many higher-level gods, but they are not much more numerous than the original immortals, and they are usually related to the latter.

For example, Sun Yan’s Aotian.

The lineage of the ancient holy dragon was originally a high-level holy spirit and the first member of the dragon clan. Later, it could not keep up with the changes of the times and its inheritance was broken.

Under the deliberate promotion of the Original Fairy Dragon, the Ancient Holy Dragon reappeared in the world, and the racial hierarchy did not change.

However, dragons are original immortal spirits after all.

After seeing Aotian's potential, He paid some price and helped Aotian improve his bloodline and ascend to become a middle-level god.

Since Aotian is not Long’s biological son, being a middle-level god is already his limit.

It is conceivable how rare high-level gods are.

There are only low-level gods, and although their number is small, the ancient spirit world is vast and rich in resources, and you can always see a few of them every once in a while.

For example, the old turtle named his own race the Turtle of Life and Death, which is very cool.

There is also the phoenix Fengchu, who ascended to heaven with the help of the phoenix flame.

Chu Shudai's three-eyed divine ape is also a low-level deity, but she only has one.

Sun Yan had heard from his master before that, by chance, Ling'er had contracted a low-level spirit, and hid it very well, never revealing it to anyone.

From this we can see that even for low-level gods, it is not easy to successfully ascend.

Chu Shudai rested for a while under the protection of the elf.

She raised her head, looked in the direction of Sun Yan, and asked in a voice transmission: "Isn't it enough to harvest so many souls?"

Sun Yan fired a gun and pierced a grotesque corpse. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not enough. The quality of these souls is not good. We can only make up for it with quantity."

Lin Xiaoyu interjected: "The Undead Clan has four dead kings, otherwise..."

"Stop! Your idea is dangerous!"

Sun Yan and Chu Shudai said in unison.

What is the difference between looking for trouble with the deceased king and facing Fan Wuji, Jun Wuzhi, Xuan Che and others head-on?

The Four Dead Kings are the patriarchs and leaders of the undead race!

Lin Xiaoyu continued to transmit: "Aren't we being targeted? Why can't we fight back? We can't let them kill us here, right?"

Liu Xian is not a person who hides things. Once she noticed the other party's presence, she had already warned everyone.

Countless undead are swarming in, it doesn't look normal no matter how you look at it.

They, humans, are not that attractive to corpses.

One of the four dead kings, the master of the ghost system, the ghost queen!

If it could be devoured, the Human Emperor Banner's ascension to godhood would be a sure thing.

But this is a bit wishful thinking.

Not to mention just these few people, even if the entire human race came and started a clan war at all costs, the Four Dead Kings would still be the Four Dead Kings, and no living life could replace them, let alone use the Four Dead Kings as nutrients to nourish other lives.

"Ouch~~"

The figure of the ancient sage Long Aotian was particularly dazzling on the battlefield.

Its cultivation level is not the highest, but its racial level is undoubtedly the undisputed first among all the elves.

However, Aotian needs to take care of the sand, which is the task assigned to it by Sun Yan.

Sand's racial level is too low. Even if he has special talents and can turn into whatever stone he eats, he cannot make up for the deficiency in his bloodline.

Moreover, wisdom is a flaw.

It is worth mentioning that after the sand successfully upgraded to the spiritual level, it was no longer colorful, but all the swallowed minerals were fused together, and the cracks on its body disappeared.

The sand became harder and stronger.

Aotian must always pay attention to the sand, otherwise, the stone monster that only knows how to act recklessly would have been smashed into stone chips long ago.

This is Sun Yan's test for Aotian, which can help cultivate the naughty boy's sense of responsibility.

It's a pity that a little fool and a naughty child are a combination that are easy to be targeted.

A strange undead spell quietly entangled the sand.

By the time Aotian noticed, the sand had been entangled by the dark arms, dragging it underground.

The little rock power that the stone monster possessed was no match for it.

Aotian roared loudly, and the dragon's roar dispersed some of the darkness, followed by a dragon's breath, which just resolved the crisis on Shazi's side.

However, the opponent's target is not the sand.

Aotian, danger!