Chapter 289 Hall of Death

The Hall of Death is an extremely mysterious organization. No one knows the location of its headquarters, but countless branches are all over the ancient world, like a gray net of death, covering the whole ancient world.

The members of the Hall of Death are very mysterious. No one has ever seen the true face of the figure under the black robe, or the people they have seen have disappeared from the world. In the face of this extremely mysterious, strange and powerful organization, all the forces in the ancient world are extremely afraid.

Fortunately, the members of the Death Hall of Death will not take the initiative to provoke right and wrong. For countless years, they have never heard that the Death Hall has killed disciples or ordinary people of other forces. This organization, which has always been hidden in the dark, seems to have never come to the surface, or there are hidden shocking secrets in it. .

However, there is a point in the Hall of Death, which makes all forces uneasy. Since the appearance of this Hall of Death tens of thousands of years ago, it has always lingered on the edge of the war, constantly collecting the souls of the dead, and occasionally taking away some corpses together. Such behaviors are full of unknown breath, which makes people uneasy.

Even though the Hall of Death has always been a way of dealing with the world, its strangeness is still dissatisfied by many forces.

Countless years ago, there was a huge ancient sect that did not like the Hall of Death, which collected the souls of the dead. After careful planning, all the disciples were dispatched to sneak attacks on the members of the Hall of Death, trying to annihilate this organization that had been hidden in the dark, but the result shocked countless people. .

In just one day, this ancient sect was completely eliminated from the ancient world by the Temple of Death. Not even a single disciple was lucky. All of them died silently, and even a corpse was not seen. This result made it difficult for everyone to believe. At the same time, they were in awe and respected the mysterious dark organization of Death Hall. Since then, no force has clearly confronted the Temple of Death. Invisibly, the Temple of Death has become an absolutely untouchable existence in the ancient world!

Tens of thousands of years have passed. From the beginning, the Temple of Death has only spread all over the western desert region to now it has spread all over the ancient world, like a big tree covering the sky, covering the ancient world under its shadow!

For tens of thousands of years, countless forces have wanted to find out the headquarters of the Hall of Death and find out the real face of Death, but for tens of thousands of years, they have found nothing. On the contrary, all the disciples who went to the secret investigation have disappeared silently in the world.

Squeak~Squeak~Squeak~!!

The sound of the coffin lid rubbing came from the dead hall. It seemed that there were ghosts to climb out of the dark coffin. The cold breath was frightening.

However, I saw a lot of squeaking in the hundreds of coffins in the hall. The coffin lid was slowly removed. A withered yellow claw grabbed the coffin lid and blew it out with a bang. A dry body jumped up from the coffin, like a zombie. The body looked extremely stiff and ugly. The dry body is only a layer of yellow people left. The skin was wrapped, and on the ferocious head, a pair of green pupils exuded a cold breath. They looked around numbly, and there was a deep roar in the throat. The voice was horrible, full of desire for blood, and the big open mouth showed four long fangs.

This is a corpse, a dead person, turned into a zombie!

"Failure, it seems that it's a waste of time this time." The ghost in a black robe stared at the zombies jumping out of the coffin, and the blood-green pupils showed disappointment.

In this coffin, not long ago, all the living people were installed in order to cultivate the members of the Hall of Death. The cultivation method is extremely horrible. Only the existence of the Lord of the Hall of Death is qualified to know the method of cultivating members.

Looking at what happened here, it can be inferred that the members of the Temple of Death are no longer human beings, and I'm afraid they have become dark creatures!

Pang~Pang~Pang~!!

In the dead hall, there was a continuous sound of the coffin lid being lifted out and smashed to the ground. A dry zombie jumped out of the coffin, making a deep and horrible roar, echoing in the dead hall.

"It's almost 500 years, and only 80 members have been cultivated. There is still a long time to wait for 100 members. It's really a long doze."

The black-robed ghost floats on the beam of the hall, silent, integrated with the darkness, and can't be seen by the naked eye.

80 members have been cultivated in 500 years, which shows how difficult it is to cultivate members in the Hall of Death. However, the Hall of Death is all over the ancient world, and there are countless branches. The members cultivated in tens of thousands of years are difficult to estimate.

"It's a pity that you can't use the method of coercion, otherwise 100 would have reached the goal long ago." The ghost in the black robe said negatively.

The first way to cultivate members in the Hall of Death is that the other party needs to be willing, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to cultivate new members. Otherwise, the Temple of Death may have secretly arrested people to cultivate members.

The cold and silent hall is filled with a strong atmosphere of death. Hundreds of coffins are constantly lifted by the zombies inside, and an ugly and horrible zombie jumps out of it. The hall echoes with a horrible roar, which is a warning to the living!

"There is only one left. It seems that there is nothing left this time." The black-robed ghost said to himself, and the blood-green pupils stared at the last unopened coffin below, and there was obviously a pity in his eyes.

Squeak~!

The coffin lid made a slight sound, revealing a silk gap, but the dazzling blood light burst out of the cracks. It was extremely scarlet, and a strong smell of blood permeated the coffin. It smelled disgusting, but hundreds of zombies in the hall were extremely **, and the pair of dark green cold pupils emitted strong Between the longing and jumping, hundreds of zombies surrounded the bloody coffin.

click~!

The coffin was smashed by the steel arms of countless zombies in an instant, shooting out bursts of dazzling blood. In an instant, the whole hall was shrouded in a strong smell of blood.

At this time, a blood-red mysterious formation suddenly lit up under the hall. The mysterious lines were like countless trickle of blood flowing, constantly gathering to the place where many zombies gathered, or to the last coffin.

When the mysterious blood array was activated, all the zombies stopped all their actions in an instant and were fixed by countless blood lights. After a moment, hundreds of zombies kept roaring, showing a look of panic in their eyes. Yes, it was a color of panic! That's a sense of the coming of death for all living creatures.

"Hey hey~! I didn't expect to succeed. It seems that this collection is not in vain. The ghost in the black robe made a negative sound, and a trace of joy flashed in the blood-green pupils.

Roar~Roo~!

There was a terrible and deep roar in the hall. With the complete activation of the mysterious blood array, it can be seen that all the zombies are constantly flowing with black air, which is extremely dark. This black breath is absorbed by the blood array, which is transformed into a strange force and passed to the owner of the last coffin.

As time passed, hundreds of zombies stopped roaring. There was no zombie in the hall. All of them had turned into flying ashes, leaving only hundreds of clothes scattered on the ground.

"Almost..." The ghost in the black robe said in a low voice. As soon as his voice fell, a dry big hand appeared from under the black robe, like a ghost claw. In the big hand like a ghost claw, he grabbed a dark glass ball like ink.

However, I saw an object twisting in the glass ball. When I looked carefully, it was chilling. The glass ball was full of the souls of the dead! It is dense and unclear, and it is all sealed in the glass ball.

"It's up to you to become a walking corpse who only knows how to obey orders, or a candidate for the lord of the temple." The ghost in the black robe smiled and threw the glass ball in his hand into the blood array below.

With a bang, when the glass ball was only a few inches from the ground, it suddenly burst open. With a whining sound, a large black fog gushed out, revealing horrible ghosts, all of which were the souls of the dead!

After the wronged soul came out, an unusual yin wind hung in the hall in an instant. The ghost cried and howled, and the resentment rushed to the sky. All the wronged souls were like tigers out of trouble, roaring in the hall, looking for the direction to leave.

Sneer~!

At this time, the mysterious blood array under the ground suddenly burst out a strong blood light, and the mysterious lines floated up from the ground, like a skynet. Although it was sparse, it was sparse, covering all the wronged souls. No matter how these tens of thousands of souls struggled, they could not break free from the shackles of the blood array.

Roar~ah~!!

The sad ghost screams kept coming, and a painful expression kept emerging on the face of the wronged soul. It was pulled into the ground by the mysterious blood array. With the flow of striped roads, it gathered into the coffin.

Looking at the coffin at this time, there are only a few broken boards left at this moment. On the broken board, there is a dry corpse lying, without any anger and endless breath of death. Judging from that expression of panic and pain, he must have suffered extremely horrible and painful things in his life.

If Wu Tinger is here, she may see at a glance that the owner of the dry body lying on the coffin board is Long Ming!

No one expected that Long Ming would choose to join the Hall of Death and voluntarily participate in the entrance ceremony. Maybe he did not know that the ceremony would be so horrible before participating in the entrance ceremony, otherwise he would not choose to join the Hall of Death.

"Tut, I don't know what the result will be. If this boy really succeeds, I'm afraid that the Wu family in Luoshui City will not be at peace. The Lord of the palace will bet that his Wu family will be killed by this boy within a hundred years. No, no, a hundred years is too long. Fifty years is enough. As long as he successfully survives the disaster of soul, fifty years This boy's strength is enough to be promoted to the star level.

The strange and cold laughter of the black-robed ghost swirled in the hall.