The Fallen Dragon Tyrant's face was as normal as he was, and it seemed that he had already become accustomed to being scolded.

"I kindly talk to you, and it's wrong for you to scold me to get out. Is it wrong to kill the other person in this world to solve the problem? If I kill your son, you will come to chase me after you. Even if you really kill me, my descendants will avenge me. Then you also have descendants. When will the revenge of such a revenge?" The tyrant of the Flying Dragon finished the sentence together.

"Hey, hey, right? Don't you know that this is the territory of our undead gods? Even if you kill us, you can't get out." The tyrant of the Meteor Dragon sighed, "How about this, let's change the solution to the conflict."

Whoosh

The words behind the Flying Dragon Tyrant were unable to say, and he could no longer stand its nagging fear, countless rays burst out from Xinxing's pupils.

The dense rays covered the Falcon Dragon Tyrant and Ah Dai.

"Damn, you are really here. Why don't you tell me the truth about this monster? You are so unreasonable that you can't find a partner, do you know?"

"Master," A Dai reached out and summoned the bone shield barrier to protect him, and said blankly.

This is the first time it has seen such a monster that can be said and a median god.

"This is its ability." Gao Peng said, the Yanling Dragon Curse, as long as it keeps talking in front of the enemy, its power can be continuously enhanced. The enhancement brought by the Yanling Dragon Curse can be superimposed to 50%.

The tyrant body of the Meteoric Dragon used the Bone Law to summon a Bone Barrier Shield. It was said to be a shield, but it was actually close to the level of a wall, and it was still a huge wall that was more than ten meters thick.

The giant white bone wall was pierced by rays, and some rays fell on the body of the Flying Dragon Tyrant, leaving small and bumpy wounds. The wounds were not deep, but they were very dense, and the pierced wounds could not heal automatically. Fortunately, the body of the Flying Dragon Tyrant was dead and could no longer bleed, otherwise the bleeding alone would make it painful.

"You are not the first one to not give me face." The Falcon Dragon Tyrant looked very ugly.

The tyrant of the Dragon's face darkened, "But your result will be the same as them."

The words fell.

The space on the left suddenly broke.

A thick arm squeezed into the space unreasonably.

boom!

The dark clouds were blown up, like a giant hand holding the sky to slap the mosquito.

The dark clouds held by giant hands were crushed directly.

The broken dark clouds wanted to sneak out of the gap in the giant hand.

This time it was not the master of the giant hand that took action, a red giant sword fell from the sky from the side.

The sweeping wind engulfs the dark clouds, and the cold light refreshes the heart.

Within two moves, the Blood-Eyed Cloud King completely fell.

"This is the consequence of not giving me face." The tyrant of the Flying Dragon shook his head and said coldly, then turned his painting style and his nostrils were facing the sky: "Fortunately, Lord Lord came in time."

"Let me introduce you to me. This is my new friend and he is also a god of our undead clan. To be honest, I even thought it was the first time I saw it," said the tyrant of the Fallen Dragon.

In the void, a trace of ripple cracked, and the void seemed to be torn apart by a pair of cold hands.

An existence that absorbed all the light around it in the dark cracks in the space finally arrived.

The moment he saw this existence, a strange feeling arose in A Dai's heart, and Gao Peng, who was united with A Dai, also had a strange feeling.

This is

The existence in front of him no longer swallowed the light, revealing the gilded bones at the bottom.

Calm red flames burned in the not-so-large eye sockets.

It was wearing a black and red armor on the outside, and the surface of the armor was covered with cracks and scars, which showed that it had experienced a very cruel war. Its not particularly burly body gave people the feeling that it could support the whole world.

But these are all secondary, and the most important thing is to see it as if looking in a mirror.

Too similar,

Almost exactly the same as Ah Dai, there is not much difference in appearance!

No wonder the Dragon Tyrant helped us, Gao Peng suddenly realized.

"This is fate." Accompanied by a faint sigh, the existence that tore the space and walked to A Dai and stared at A Dai's face deeply. Although it was a skeleton pose, everyone present felt a feeling of remembrance.

"Maybe you can be a qualified heir." said the Lord of Death.

Gao Peng felt incredible. This was the first time he had seen a monster of the same race as his beast control in so many years.

A little surprised, but not so difficult to accept.

Because I never said in the introduction to control beasts that they are unique, and I proved early on that they can be mass-made.

Since it can be mass-produced, it may appear in the wild. At this time, Gao Peng could only sigh at the magic of the Creator.

"I think I may not be able to take on this important task." Ah Dai refused the good intentions of the Lord of Death.

The Lord of Death is silent, like a storm before a thunderstorm, and the atmosphere is particularly depressing.

"You are the Lord of Death, the master of the born deceased. Even if you don't go to this path, your destiny will eventually lead you to this path, just like I did back then." Lord of Death said slowly.

"It's a pity that I was not as lucky as you back then, nor did I meet a senior as kind as me."

Are you praising yourself? Is it so clear that you are really proud of yourself?

The Lord of Death looked at Ah Dai deeply, "Do you have a magistrate? Don't worry, our undead gods will not care about these small things. If you become the heir of the undead gods, you can better protect your magistrate."

After pausing, Ah Dai said in a deep voice: "How did you find out?"

"I also have a soul divine character." The Lord of Death chuckled, "Although your souls are very close, I can still see a little trace. It happened that I had seen the imperial envoy before."

"Okay, that's all, please think more."

"In the end, I will give you a friendly advice. I killed many gods back then, so I have become what they want now, but you must remember that you are the Lord of Death, just like me, and they will never allow the threatening new Lord of Death to appear."

"You are still too weak now and are not worthy of the title of Lord of Death. Come on."

After saying that, the Lord of Death waved his hand and turned around and left, leaving only a gradually fading voice, "You think about it yourself. If you think about it, tell the Flying Dragon. It doesn't matter if you don't want to accept it, I never force it."

The Flying Dragon Tyrant looked at Ah Dai deeply, "I didn't expect my godfather to value you so much and want to cultivate you to become the new master of our undead god system. But this path is not that simple, maybe it's right for you to refuse."
Chapter completed!