Piao Tianwen    The vision in the sky alarmed the golden skeleton sitting in a daze. Although it was a long distance, you could feel how violent the changes in the distance were. The whole sky was violent, and the silence of the year was rushing towards the same direction quickly.

Sensing the change in the distance, the golden skeleton's body couldn't help but tremble, which was an instinctive reaction to the natural power.

A pure breath came with the wind and blew onto the golden skeleton, instantly rejuvenating its soul. It turned out to be an extremely pure soul energy?

This pure soul energy, like the soul source given to Gris by Robert, has the effect of directly enhancing the strength of the soul. It is much more effective than devouring soul fire and does not require digestion at all.

Pure soul energy, this is the only pursuit of most undead creatures.

The golden skeleton has not low intelligence. It is very clear that the greater the harvest, the greater the natural danger, so it is still hesitating. However, the other low-level undead creatures do not have this concern. After they feel the breath in the wind, they crawl out of their habitats at the same time.

For a moment, the entire Eternal Stone Forest became noisy. Skeleton corpse witches stretched out their claws from the ground, pushed away the soil that buried them, and struggled to get up from the ground. After leaving the ground, they all rushed to the direction where the breath came and rushed at the fastest speed.

The four-legged skeletons are unique and fast. In order to rush to the road, they do not hesitate to knock out the likes in front of them blocking the road.

The corpse witches supported their stiff legs, rubbing forward like wooden people with straight hands and feet.

The half-body skeleton supported his arms and crawled quickly.

Whether it is a low-level undead creature like ant or a predator, they have no time to pay attention to anything else and just rush to the road. Even if the food in front of them is blocked, the predators will push things away directly instead of swallowing them.

Because it's too wasteful. With a top-notch meal in front of you, no one can care about these pieces.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, a group of undead creatures gathered into a river and rushed towards the sea of ​​rebirth.

Even the tide of rebirth that flowed out from the sea of ​​rebirth a few days ago began to roll back. The ground was densely packed like a layer of ants.

Seeing this, the golden skeleton no longer hesitated, grabbed the backup skeleton and went up to the back, nimblely jumped down from the bone mountain, and merged into the trend of undead creatures.

Not far away in the air, a ball of black fog was marked like an arrow from the string. A powerful aura swept across the earth. All the undead creatures subconsciously dodged to one side. It was a powerful undead saint.

The heavy sound of horse hooves sounded. On the horizon in the distance, a strong tall horse with its eyes sprayed with blazing flames. Four hooves were also wrapped in the flames and stepped in the air. They ran towards this side quickly.

As soon as the four hooves fell into the air, four round fire cracks shook out, holding their body as if they were stepping on the ground. The powerful aura was unfathomable. This was an adult nightmare, the final form of the Hell Flame Horse, and its strength was comparable to that of the Abyss Demon Dragon.

Such a nightmare alone is enough to roam the entire world of death. However, on the back of the nightmare, there was an undead creature wrapped in thick black gas. This was a death knight with the power of an emperor.

The loud dragon echoed throughout the sky. Several small black dots in the distance flew through the air from small to large, and they were five immortal dragons. There were dozens of black warriors standing on their backs. The most conspicuous one was also shrouded in thick dead energy, revealing only a pair of red eyes.

His aura was like abyss and a prison, vast and boundless, completely covering up the immortal dragon under his seat. This was a black warrior emperor.

The undead saint, the black warrior emperor, the death knight, the immortal dragon... The top existence originally hidden in the death world, all got up from every corner in this mutant change in the world.

Although a large amount of soul energy was spread out, as the source of energy, Gris's harvest was the greatest. His soul, supplemented with sufficient soul energy, rose rapidly, and grew stronger from the primary mourning Lord.

During Samorson's heyday, his own power had accumulated for more than 100,000 years, because it required continuous absorption and digestion. However, Gris did not need to digest at this moment. He only needed to convert the energy of other states into the form of soul energy, and could be absorbed directly.

In just half a day, his soul strength grew to the point where he entered the heyday of Samorson. This was almost the most powerful state of the Immortal King.

As the soul grew, the problem of the strength of the soul that had been trapping him was solved. Under the urging of a powerful soul, the mind continued to expand and eventually enveloped the entire world of death.

Although it was born in this plane, Gris had never really understood this world. It was not until this moment that he saw the full picture of the world of death.

This is a giant continent floating in the void, with one side flat and the other side irregularly shaped. The air is bound to the flat side by invisible gravity, forming the world of death he saw.

Gris's thoughts swept across the sea of ​​rebirth, across the wasteland, across the stone forest, and finally came to the place he was most familiar with.

It was so familiar that his consciousness penetrated the rock formation and then encountered a small obstacle.

However, with his current soul strength, this layer of obstacle could no longer stop him from penetrating. With a slight force, his thoughts entered the room.

In the spacious central hall, in the central energy trough, a huge dragon crystal is quietly placed.

The arrival of his thoughts made the dragon crystal flash violently, and the little silver dragon transformed into an illusion, staring at the location of his thoughts vigilantly.

"It's me..." In order to avoid panic, Gris had to report his identity. With his announcement, the energy in the air changed, and a faint phantom appeared out of thin air in the hall.

The powerful soul allows him to easily complete this thought that was impossible for him before. If he becomes familiar with the use of this technique, it will be very easy for him to turn his mind into a substance like Samolson.

The little silver dragon's eyes lit up and he rushed over quickly.

The underground fortress fell into a commotion because of Gris's arrival. Because of the mission he gave, the undead creatures in the fortress left the fortress in order to protect the safety of the underground fortress without being affected by the change. Now everyone is extremely curious about what happened outside.
Chapter completed!