The golden light turned into golden bells and collided with the corpse of the sacrificial emperor.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

The bell is so loud that it is hard to believe that the invisible and qualitative light can condense into entities. I don’t know how much energy the Naga divine tree pours into the hall to achieve such an effect.

Xuanyuan Nanxing stood with his hands behind his back to calm down a little.

The Emperor of Sacrifice was too fast, and he came and went without a trace. Even if the golden light turned into hundreds of golden bells and hit him, there was a guard in the palace holding the ancient blade behind him, and he could not do anything. However, it was difficult for the Emperor of Sacrifice to go further, and the palace had excellent defensive power.

"Gaga, I just said that the Naga divine tree cannot be ignored by us, and it is still a bit conscience." The equatorial wind was leaping, and suddenly jumped down a majestic figure from the stone pillar at the height, waved the trident and stabbed towards Xuanyuan Nanxing.

"Lao Chi, we will draw a conclusion later next time. It seems that the hall does not welcome us, but the targets of attack are divided into primary and secondary." Xuanyuan Nanxing shook his sleeves, and bright light waves ejected, and a large number of light wires formed instantly, wrapping around the trident. He took this opportunity to float away.

The entire defense process was smooth and flowing, with a sense of calmness and freedom. Xuanyuan Nanxing's power was at its peak and already had some grandmaster's aura. If the injuries on his body had not been recovered and he would still restrict his actions, it would be no problem to compete with the corpse of the sacrificial emperor.

The trident shook, burst out with unique force, sprinkled with cold light, got rid of the winding of the light thread, and attacked again.

Xuanyuan Nanxing resisted and floated back. It was not that he could not resist it, but that he deliberately approached the Naga sacred tree with the force of recoil.

During the sensing, the dead bodies walked out of the coffin and rushed towards the entrance of the hall. The emperor's eyes were even colder than before, and he used heavy hands to rush towards the guards of the hall. His arms became even more thick and harder, as if two purple gold hammers were sweeping across a large area.

These corpses are really against the will of heaven. They are surrounded by death and form a army of Netherworld, step onto the steps in front of the hall, and start charging into the formation.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang."

The harsh noise sounded, and the human-shaped torch burning in the hall suddenly shattered. From it, tall figures came out. They clasped their hands together and surrounded their waists. They didn't know how long they died. Their skin seemed to be elastic, and strange light was reflected from the whole body. Even Ying Ting's eyebrows emitted golden light, just like a god who came to the world and broke free from the long river of history. They wanted to perform the way of punishment.

Xuanyuan Nanxing's eyes were fixed and he looked at the portrayal on the wall of the hall.

These murals were not displayed before, because the human-shaped torch was strong in light and heat, illuminating the walls. Moreover, the light has a strong shielding effect and is not sensed. Only when the light is slightly dim can you see it clearly.

The mural briefly describes the origin of the hall.

First, there is a picture that depicts the war between the Morgans and the Zergs. During those difficult years, the Morgans spent all their money and excavated their hometown resources, resulting in the fact that hundreds of thousands of years after the Zerg War did not return to their full state.

The second picture still depicts the scene of the war. Several vassal groups under the control of the Morgan tribe secretly searched for lost civilizations. Some groups became more and more prosperous. If they wanted to escape from the control of the Morgan priest, the war would inevitably unfold. This was a civil war, fighting for freedom.

The third picture shows the death of the Morgan emperor, several princes came out to fight for power and profit, and there were vassals in the local area to cause chaos, which made the mountains and rivers shattered and the rule gradually became unbalanced.

The following narrative seems a bit vague.

The Morgans lost power and wanted to stay away from their hometown and enter the other end of the starry sky to find a new star field.

I really didn't expect that the Morgans would leave. This clan has always claimed to be brave and never retreated. Such a large clan has almost no opponents in the vast territory of humans and the Berner tribes. Could it be that the betrayal of those vassal races have such a huge impact on them?

The picture behind is actually suspicious, thinking that the Morgan tribe has an ulterior motive, and maybe it is a big plan. Or there is a surprising discovery on the other side of the starry sky that there are really not many resources to dig out, and the Naga divine trees have all withered one after another, causing the Morgan tribe to decline.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Nanxing had already guessed that these murals were not engraved on the Morgans, but were vassal races. There was a reason behind it, telling the Morgans' viciousness and ambitions.

The Morgans migrated from their clans, and the rebel prince was rectified. The vast fleet of ships flew into the wilderness star field.

The wild star field is not as simple as untapped. It represents barrenness and extremely rare planets of life. The Morgans obviously have a better place to go. Where are they going?

The largest vassal race once under the rule of the Morgans felt that they had the strength to challenge authority. This clan was ruled for hundreds of thousands of years, and had too many blood and tears, so they launched a fierce attack on Morgan immigrants.

The magnificent war begins here.

At the end of the channel, near the other star, many planets were broken, and blood stained every inch of the channel.

The vassal race paid the price of blood and realized that the Morgans still had outstanding strength and was not something they could shake. Many small vassal races, whether they stood on the Morgans or the rebels, had defeated the clan and the race, and were extremely miserable.

This is exactly where the vassal races have doubts. The Morgans obviously retained a certain level of strength, but withdrew from the interstellar stage. Is it really because the Naga divine trees in the star field withered and the free universe is no longer as good as before, so they want to go away and rebuild their authority?

The Morgans really need the universe to cleanse themselves, and this clan has not appeared for a long time, and its authority has gradually weakened. It seems that several major star fields are no longer suitable for the creation of the emperor. Perhaps this is the main reason for leaving.

Just as the vassal race was still speculating, they discovered a shocking disaster.

After the Morgans repelled the major races, they set foot on the long star road without hesitation. Maybe they will reach the other end of the starry sky in a few years, and maybe some of them have already passed by first, which has become a big mystery.

The crisis had just begun. The Morgans moved the tombs of powerful men of all generations to a hall, and left behind a strange virus, which would soon form a corpse. The Netherworld Army was about to be born, and instead of the Morgans to fight against the rebels and kill all the vassals.

This is an extremely vicious arrangement, and it is intended to cholera interstellar planets, so that no tribe can survive.

What to do? Only when you are lucky can you know that the disaster is coming in advance. If it is later, you may be caught off guard by the powerful Morgans of all generations.

At this moment, we need to work together and not hide it. We should take out any good things. Only by eliminating disasters can we finally live a good life and usher in a new era.

The former vassal races all had holy objects, which matched the Naga tree.

All tribes quickly sent the holy objects to the front of the formation. The main method was a treasure, which was already on the way.

This treasure comes from the ruins of lost civilization. It is a snail of time that had just been excavated at that time. Even the Morgans are very secretive about the power of time and have only revealed a scale and a half claw to the vassal race. It is precisely because of this scale and a half claw that they were lucky enough to collect the snail of time.

Masters of all races came out to suppress a large number of ancient corpses and rely on their respective holy objects to force the Netherworld army back to the altar.

The ancient corpse has just woken up and its strength has not been fully demonstrated. If they are allowed to spend the first three days, a shocking corpse transformation will occur. The vassal race has some understanding of the virus created by Morgan and knows that it cannot delay time.

Something depressing happened. The Boshan tribe lost the holy objects while transporting them.

This sudden change directly led to the need for masters of all races in front of the formation to enter the hall, use their lives to open the formation, and use time as a millstone to erase the ancient corpses of the hall. If it weren't for the fact that there was a hanging coffin of the emperor on the top of the hall, I'm afraid that the ancient corpse would no longer exist today.

Xuanyuan Nanxing's unexpected arrival not only brought the Boshan tribe's holy objects to the hall and merged into the massive formation, but also brought a Naga divine tree, allowing the five sacred objects to be fully activated, exuding a vast power, fulfilling their duties hundreds of thousands of years ago, and killing all ancient corpses.

It was precisely because of the strange fluctuations that these ancient corpses woke up. Especially the corpse of the sacrificial emperor, they were most sensitive to changes in the energy. They immediately locked in Xuanyuan Nanxing and regarded him as a foreign race, and took it without mercy. Even if they had the authority of Morgan, they would not work.

"So that's how the Morgan tribe created a army of Netherworld to punish the rebellious vassal races, and each tribe can see through the disaster and use all means to eliminate the disaster. No wonder the layout in the hall is somewhat different from the Morgan style. The stone figurines walking down the stone wall are masters of all races. They still perform their duties after their death, which is admirable." Xuanyuan Nanxing could almost imagine the tragic way of masters of all races walking into the hall for the safety of the entire star.

If they were not protected, perhaps humans and the three tribes of Berner might not exist, and the vast territory would become an ancient corpse paradise and a dark world.

Just as he was thinking, the trident attacked in front of him again.

"Oh, your enemy is not me, but those ancient Morgan corpses." Xuanyuan Nanxing lamented. He sensed the power of this tall stone figurine. He must have been a shocking figure during his lifetime, and had the strength to dominate the battle situation on one side. Unexpectedly, such a strong man would enter the palace by himself.

Xuanyuan Nanxing continued to float away. The hall was so vast that it had retreated thousands of meters away. There was still a certain distance from the glow of the Naga divine tree.

There was a large army of alien races in the hall. They all wrapped their bodies with unknown mud to resist the erosion of time and protect this eternal hall from the ancient corpse of Morgan to touch the holy objects in the hall.

"Grandma, if I had known this, I would have learned the ancient Boshan tribe's words and might be able to dissuade this stone figurine." Equatorial Feng was so depressed that Xuanyuan Nanxing was unwilling to use the Sword of Destruction. It seemed that he was waiting for the opportunity, but where was the opportunity?

At this moment, the stairs outside the hall were densely packed with ancient corpses and killed them. Figures broke out on the stone walls in the hall, setting off a war of unprecedented times. This was actually a war between the dead. They crawled out of the grave and continued the formations of many years ago.

With a "bang", the trident stopped.

Five holy objects at the core of the hall connect the breath together, and with the help of the Naga divine tree, the ultimate killing formation was opened.

These five sacred objects have been pre-set, and the Naga divine tree is in line with them. It has sensed that the sacred objects lack cosmic energy before, so it is put into the hall to automatically replenish them, which has encouraged the power of the formation and has the opportunity to survive the corpse disaster.
Chapter completed!