Chapter 70 The King of Grievance

The central battlefield is extremely vast. In this, tens of thousands of powerful resentful corpses comparable to the secret world of Mahayana are gathered.

On the skeleton-shaped stone platform, which is completely composed of mana, stands a black and bright throne that emits a powerful flame. On the throne is a vague magic spirit, just like a king who reigns over the world.

Under the stone platform, there is a neat and uniform, army-like corpse, waiting quietly without saying a word. Tens of thousands of powerful resentful corpses exude a tyrannical atmosphere, shrouded the whole sky, but it is still not enough to fight against the momentum of the devil.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the sky in the distant sky.

'Wor up!'

Tens of thousands of resentful corpses turned around at the same time, making a neat and uniform sound, which shocked people's hearts. Tens of thousands of eyes stared at Nie Feng, who was grabbed by a low-level resentment corpse from far and near. The eye-catching eyes made Nie Feng's scalp tame.

'Pa--'

Nie Feng only felt his neck loosened and fell straight from a high altitude, smashing under the stone platform, before tens of thousands of corpses.

'Wor up!'

After another sound like a golden fight, Nie Feng felt tens of thousands of red eyes staring at him, like tens of thousands of sharp swords, piercing his heart, which made him involuntarily take a step back. There was silence around, and Nie Feng only heard his wild heartbeat and the sound of cold sweat scratching his skin.

Nie Feng was at a loss and was forced by tens of thousands of strong men, which made it very difficult for him to breathe.

suddenly——

I only heard a harsh voice like gold and iron from tens of thousands of corpses: "See you, the Wind Demon King!"

After the sound fell, tens of thousands of resentful corpses comparable to the secret place of Mahayana knelt in front of Nie Feng like a black wave. The neat and uniform knocking sounded on Nie Feng's heart like a bell and drum.

Nie Feng was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, and his eyes were full of doubts.

In front of him, tens of thousands of corpses crawled on the ground and grabbed the ground with his head. But he knew that this arbitrary corpse could tear him to pieces with just one moment. But at this moment, they all knelt in front of him.

This made him feel excited to scold Fang Yu and point out the country.

But--

He knew that he was still in extreme danger at this moment. Therefore, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and chose to keep silent.

"Cough!"

A slight cough came from the stone platform, condescending, penetrating Nie Feng's mind and cutting into his heart like a single knife. This cough made him pour down from head to toe like ice water, making him tremble all over and look up at the stone platform.

On the stone platform, on the strict and terrible throne, the illusory invisible shadow conveys an irresistible hegemonic atmosphere. In the magic flame, the devil's body appears from time to time, which is difficult to think about.

The ethereal voice came down: "You only need to complete one thing. The honor in front of you, the power in front of you, and the powerful army in front of you belong to you! Above ten thousand people under one person, you are the powerful person in the world!"

The extremely powerful voice made Nie Feng tremble all over. The passionate emotion that pointed at the country, like a wildfire, burned in his heart. A voice in his heart kept saying, "Promise him! Promise him! Everything in the world will be in your hands.

Nie Feng's body shook, his mouth was slightly open, and his breathing was a little short.

After a while, Nie Feng looked up at the demon king who was above everything and asked, "What's the matter?"

The demon king said, "Help me get out of the prison of the sky!"

Nie Feng's eyes were even more puzzled. He took a step back and only felt that tens of thousands of corpses behind him were like an abyss, intercepting his way. Even tens of thousands of corpses are crawling on the ground, but he prefers to believe that as long as there is a change, he will turn into pieces in an instant.

He asked, "What is the prison of the sky?"

The four words 'the prison of the sky' came from his mouth, and a deafening thunder immediately came from the sky. The white dragon-like lightning crossed the sky, making the whole world suddenly light up.

Also at this moment, the nihilistic demon king, the looming figure at that time, unfolded his arms and waved it easily. A black magic flame rose to the sky and turned into a lifelike magic dragon with scales like knives. It let out an earth-shaking and shocking roar. It opened its mouth and swallowed up the fierce lightning.

In an instant, the world once again returned to a quiet and magical environment.

Nie Feng's incredible eyes stared at the remnants of the black dragon that returned to the devil's body in the blink of an eye. He circled the world for a long time in his mind. The black dragon was extremely fierce, and his throat rolled with saliva.

The fierceness of the demon king is far beyond Nie Feng's imagination. He finally understood what a dangerous environment he was in.

In the uncertain figure of the demon king, there was a voice of extreme indifference: "The prison of the sky is the ancient battlefield in your eyes. It is a cage to imprison us and wait, and it is a means for immortals in the upper world!"

After saying that, another shocking thunder came from the top of his head. The lightning flashed away, as if he was afraid of the devil's ability.

Nie Feng opened his eyes wide and said incredulously, "Fairy? There are so some immortals!"

A cold hum came from the virtual shadow, like a rolling thunder, blowing in Nie Feng's ear: "Immortal! So what! One day, I will kill the fairyland and make all the immortals submit. If one person is not convinced, kill one person! Tens of thousands of people are not convinced, slaughter fairy city!"

The fierce murderous spirit and the thrilling declaration made Nie Feng's heart beat worse, and his throat seemed to be blocked by the heart, and there was an indescribable shock.

' If one person is not convinced, kill one person! Tens of thousands of people are unconvinced, slaughter the city of immortals!' This sentence kept hovering and echoing in Nie Feng's mind, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.

The devil's momentum converated and said awe-inspiringly, "Have you thought about it?"

As soon as this word came out, Nie Feng only felt a pressure of wind and rain between heaven and earth, which made his limbs cold. He asked, "What should I do?"

The devil said, "Contribute that kind of spiritual liquid!"

Nie Feng said in secret that it was true, and Tian Cezi's words sounded in his heart again. However, another picture - tens of thousands of powerful resentful corpses, crawling in front of him, made him excited. He knew that the demon king in front of him was the verbal king of corpses!

Whether the words of the corpse king are credible is still unknown.

He struggled hard between the power at his fingertips and the survival of thousands of creatures. Once the corpse king gets out of the ancient battlefield, there will be a bloody wind in the world. At that time, the corpses will be everywhere and become the hell of Shura.

When he thought of this, Nie Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and the resentful corpse in front of him was indescribably disgusting and hateful. The corpse king on the stage gives people a strong fear.

Nie Feng smiled calmly: "King of Grievance, from the beginning, you have performed ** on me. But - I clearly tell you that there is not a drop of spiritual liquid around me. Even if there is, I can't give it to you!"

At any time, a person must have his own bottom line. You can fight with your heart on weekdays, and you can do whatever you can to survive! But - Nie Feng doesn't want to make the world's creatures suffering because of himself, and he is full of sorrow!

At this time, the position must be firm!

Silence for a moment!

In the virtual shadow like a black hole, as soon as the king of resentment stretched out his hand, an empty and ferocious grimace flew out, making a sad and numbing cry. In the blink of an eye, a fishy wind rushed to Nie Feng.

At that moment, Nie Feng only felt the fear rising from the bottom of his heart, which enveloped his whole body. That grimace, with a ferocious mouth and a black, disgusting tongue, was about to touch his face.

At this moment, his whole body was sealed, and his vitality was frozen like ice, curled up in Dantian, and there was nothing he could do in the face of danger.

With a 'pop', the black ghost tongue patted an inch away from Nie Feng's face, making Nie Feng feel awe-wd, as if there was a hand that had been nothing, strangling his neck and making it difficult for him to breathe.

The angry voice of the corpse king exploded again like a thunderstorm: "How's it going? Would you like it? By my means, you can't live or die!"

Nie Feng only felt a loud 'rumbling' sound in his mind, and the qi and blood all over his body seemed to boil up, squeezing the blood, gushing out of the body, and then creating a pain of a cone heart. His eyes were blurred. He tried his best and shouted, "No, just no!"

After shouting in one breath, Nie Feng felt that he was like a discouraged ball, and his whole body was weak.

In the magic flame of nothingness, a rolling anger rises. The king of resentful corpses let out a shocking roar, which made all the resentful corpses crawl on the ground and tremble. After tens of thousands of years of grievances, countless grievances came from all directions, making the king of resentment completely angry.

He wants to destroy everything!

In the magic flame, the king of resentment took a step and made a 'pop' sound all over his body, like a cracked coagulated blood. Every time he took a step, his body became more real.

When he stepped step by step to the edge of the stone platform, leaving scarlet and horrible blood footprints behind him, his angry and ferocious face was completely clear.

He raised his arms and clenched his fists, making the surrounding earth explode violently. His voice was inexhaustible, and he exploded again: "Dead! Let's all die! Don't leave one!"

Tens of thousands of years of resentment, like a silent volcano, finally erupted at this moment, making everything in the world burn by his anger.

Nie Feng only felt that he was gradually rising. The nihilistic hand that held his throat seemed to be getting harder and harder, making him cold all over, his eyes were full of stars, and a mouthful of turbid breath blocked his chest, and he could not spit it out anyway.

Death is so close.

suddenly——

A white lightning flashed with the sound of thunder, making the sky and the earth bright. In the lightning, there was a bursting thunder, which bombarded the real body of the resentful corpse king in the blink of an eye. The king of resentment, his red eyes flashed with a coldness, and a layer of resentment surged around his body.

With a 'bang', the thunder dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

At the same time, Nie Feng's body loosened and fell to the ground with a 'pop' sound. And in front of him, tens of thousands of resentful corpses surrounded him, rolling and killing machines pressed him in waves.