Outside the attacked manor, a carriage made of gold, with an extremely exaggerated and gorgeous shape, like a small hill walking slowly towards the manor.

The entire 18,000 soldiers of the Ga tribe were on all sides like animals, carrying huge sedan chairs, and were moving forward step by step. Their mouths and eyes were cut into golden silk, and they could not speak or look at them. They were like walking corpses, driven by some invisible force to slowly crawl forward.

Yu Huo sat on the top of the huge sedan chair, kneeling around him, with a pretty Yu girl leaning against the cushion with her left hand, holding a huge wine glass with her right hand, gently shaking the wine glass with her five fingers, and occasionally lowering her head to take a sip of the fragrant wine.

The corners of Di Shisha's mouth curled up high, and an exaggerated smile on his face, still standing aside with a 90-degree bow. In addition to Di Shisha, there were dozens of other brain figures from major families in Liangzhu City with stiff smiles like wood carvings, bent down and stood on the sedan chair.

Countless soldiers in heavy armor quietly crossed the sedan chair and approached quickly in the direction of the manor. They held strong bows and marched from a distance while shooting arrows at the manor. The specially made armor-breaking arrows shone through the air with dazzling runes. Countless arrows turned into black rain curtains and covered the small manor that covered only five or six miles in front.

There were also a large group of Yu nobles floating in the air. There was no sign of their three eyes, but the terrifying magic power surged endlessly. They recited the spells in a low voice, shouting loudly at the title of the three-day and September they worshipped, and pouring amazingly powerful magic into the manor.

Fire and blood enveloped the entire manor. Large groups of sect soldiers and monster slaves who acted as cannon fodder had broken through the walls of the manor and burst into the manor with a scream.

The guards in the manor were fighting back to death. Countless sage servants and monster slaves who broke into the manor were knocked down like leeks. The blood stained the ground red, and the broken limbs and arms were sprinkled all over the ground. Many black roses that were not affected by the flames drilled out from the ground, sweeping around like strange pythons, swallowing countless flesh and blood.

As a large amount of flesh and blood were swallowed, large pieces of black roses burned to ashes were reborn, and countless branches grew into the sky in distorted manner, and large black roses bloomed in the flames.

Numerous of the flesh and blood of countless servants and slaves, these black roses have undergone terrible mutations. The rose trees that were originally high and below the human neck grew wildly like wild grass. In just one cup of tea, several tallest rose trees grew hundreds of feet high, and the rhizomes under the ground stretched out of the ground like giant dragons.

The rhizomes of the rhizomes swept wildly around the invaders near the manor. The soldiers and monster slaves who acted as vanguards were killed in large numbers. Accompanied by shrill howls, an invisible soul vortex appeared in the void, and all the souls of the dead were swallowed in one bite by the vortex.

Yu Huo leaned against the sedan chair, his body trembled slightly, and his face turned red. His eyes widened, and strange cold light that made people frightened quietly appeared. Straws of extremely thin Taoist marks continued to condense and flicker in the cold light, and the breath that Yu Huo radiated became more and more grand and deep.

More and more warriors fell into a state of madness. With the sound of low battle horns, groups of elite Ga warriors rushed into the manor. They chopped the manor guards who were fighting stubbornly into meat sauce like crazy beasts, and hysterically turned the ground of the manor towards the sky. Soon they found the secret passage leading to the underground palace.

They broke into the secret passage and rushed into the crisis-ridden underground.

The twelve ruling emperors were the most confidant and strongest close-fitting guards of the twelve ruling emperors, and there were also many masters with similar identities as Yemoshayi. The soldiers of the brigade rushed into the corridor and saw a large area of ​​blood spraying out at the entrance of the corridor, and countless broken limbs and arms sprayed hundreds of feet high like volcanic explosions.

Anyone who broke into the corridor was killed, without exception. More souls soared into the sky, crying and being swallowed by the invisible soul vortex.

Yu Huo's face turned red, more and more powerful soul power was injected into his body. This body, which came from Yemotian, had slightly strengthened by him, had reached the limit of transformation and absorption.

From the unforgettable greed in nature, Yu Huo ignored the pressure of his body and continued to swallow the continuous power of his soul almost madly.

A trace of shiny black light grew out of Yu Huo's body, just like countless black hairs floating on the surface of his body. These black lights were the soul power that his body could not absorb for a while, and were transformed into this strange form and stored outside the body.

From bone marrow to bones, from internal organs to muscles, from hair to skin, Yu Huo's body was constantly strengthened by the power of the soul. His breath became deeper and deeper and more evil, and his power also soared rapidly, and soon reached a state comparable to that of a human witch god.

In the underground hall, the twelve ruling emperors first looked at each other with suspicious eyes, and then they raised their hands one after another, and sweared by the souls of their ancestors that the sudden attack outside had nothing to do with them.

Soon they reached a tacit understanding and recognized everyone's vows. No ruling emperor would be stupid enough to attack such an attack when he was also present. With the nature of the Yu nobles, they wanted to have any conspiracy and tricks, and the first thing they did was to leave the scene far away.

"Who is it?" Yemoya screamed in anger: "Who is it? It is our people who attacked! It is our tribe! Who is it?"

With a few "dongdong" sounds, the gate of the hall was knocked open, and three or five heads rolling around the ground rolled in along the stairs outside the door. Looking at the huge and ferocious heads, the four eyes were wide open, and there were faint ridges in their eyes, which were clearly the most elite warriors of the Ga tribe.

"These are several commanders of the Red Ri imperial guards in the Red Ri lineage!" Biyata jumped up like a ghost, pointed at the heads on the ground and shouted loudly: "Why did they come to attack us? Are they rebelling? Who is it? Damn it, are my restless brothers? I should have killed them in the mess!"

"Dang Lang" sounded a few times, a young man from Yu clan held a staff and fell into the door. His eyes were wide open, and his broken body quickly flowed out. The silence of the Yuanyue lineage shouted: "My nephew, how could he come here?"

The battle situation became more and more fierce, and more corpses were slipping into the hall along the stairs, and the faces of the twelve ruling emperors gradually became dark and ugly.

They found their familiar tribe members from these corpses, and core members of the twelve ruling families appeared here.

The Xiyue lineage Potuyuan, who is most sensitive to soul power, said coldly: "Their souls are all missing. Some people are collecting souls, not only that, they are all controlled." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!