Chapter 3693 The Nether Slave Visits the Lord of the World

"The Great Emperor, the High Priest, I promised you to give Quebe Yousha a chance to survive..."

After talking about the main business, Chen Tang remembered the Quebe Yousha, clasped his fists and whispered his words and turned aside: "It's not that I broke my promise, but that he was unruly and did not take this opportunity seriously at all. In the end, he was killed, and it was his own fault!"

"I have sensed it..."

When talking about this, the high priest also showed helplessness on his face, and he shook his head and sighed: "He has a rebellious personality, and he has been like this since he was a child. In fact, we have all expected such a result."

"However, after all, I am a fellow of the same clan. Although the Emperor and I are not in line with him, we don't have much friendship. If we think about the relationship between the same clan, we can help you, but we can't just sit idly by..."

"call out!"

The last sentence fell, and the high priest's right hand suddenly waved, and in an instant a blood-green light shot away.

This faint light surged in the storm, and in just a moment it turned into a blood-green banner about the size of a meter, waving in the wind, and suddenly it looked somewhat similar to the soul-suming banner of the secular Maoshan School.

Chen Tang could clearly sense a special aura emitted from the silk hanging in the air and stretching in the wind, radiating towards the entire Netherworld Sea.

This aura is very similar to the bloodline aura of the Quebec tribe, but it is different...

"This is the battle flag of our clan, originated from the ancestors, passed down from generation to generation, and is kept by the high priest of the ancestral temple..."

Seeing that Chen Tang was a little confused, the high priest explained a few words: "In the last chaotic catastrophe, countless Quebe warriors fought in the starry sky, and blood splattered in a foreign land. Quebe master personally refined this battle flag, collected the resentment of Quebe warriors on the battlefield, soothe their resentment, and dissipated between heaven and earth."

"But now, what I have to do is the opposite. It is to use the blood and will of the tribe in the Quebe war flag to summon all the fragments of the resentful souls that have not scattered in the Quebe's desert. If he is lucky, he may have the chance to retain it in another form of life between heaven and earth, and not completely annihilated..."

"call out!"

"Swish swish..."

As his words sounded, blood-red lights gathered in the void of the realm sea from all directions, as if they were summoned and attracted, all pouring into the Quebe battle flag about a meter-sized and silk-like manner.

"Ri..."

After a while, a shrill and cruel roar came from the banners and silk, and a figure rushed out from it, with blood all over his body.

This figure did not have flesh and blood, and could not be considered a dead soul. It was just a resentful soul temporarily condensed by the fragment of resentment with the help of the blood-released power in the Quebe battle flag.

Although he is human-shaped, his appearance seems to be somewhat similar to Quebec's sand, but it is quite dull, giving people the feeling that a hurricane will dissipate as soon as it blows...

"I can only do so much. I can only gather a broken soul with his resentment..."

The high priest turned his head and looked at Chen Tang, and his voice was earnest: "If there is no body and the baptism of the will of the world sea, this residual soul will soon dissipate. I hope my friend will give him another chance!"

All the words have come to this point, and Chen Tang is really unable to expose his face.

More importantly, this is just a remnant soul condensed by the death of Yousha in Quebe. Even if the memory does not disappear completely, it is definitely incomplete and will not hold a grudge against Chen Tang again.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he nodded slightly, and soon activated the blood-eye mark in his body during the thoughts.

“Buzz…”

In the extreme high altitude of the central area of ​​the Border Sea, a low buzzing sound came, and a corner of the void appeared in fine ripples, as high as ten thousand feet high, and the faint bloody eyes slowly appeared.

"call out!"

The next moment, a blood-colored pillar of light shot out from Netherworld Blood's eyes, covering the residual soul in the void in front of the Quebec Battle Flag...

"Ri..."

"call out!"

"Swish swish..."

This is clearly baptizing this residual soul with the will of the world of the Netherworld Sea. You can see wisps of black smoke evaporate from the residual soul and directly annihilated into nothingness.

There is no need to say much about the pain of this process. A shrill roar came from the residual soul shrouded by a blood-colored light column. His body rushed left and right, but he could not escape the blood-colored light column.

At the same time, a large number of sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard from the vast ocean of boundaries, and the cold bones with rich dead energy were captured from the bottom of the ocean of the realm and automatically merged into the blood-colored light column.

There are countless such cold bones, different in shapes, both large and small. In just a moment, they condensed into a skeleton that is nine feet tall and black all over the body.

At this time, the baptism of the remnant soul by the will of the world sea ended. As the blood-colored light column retracted, the remnant soul also penetrated into the nine-foot-giant skeleton battle body. In the hollow and dark sockets, two dark flame seedlings were ignited instantly, and the breath surged...

Holy Land!

Half-step Holy King!

Holy King Realm!

Until the senior sixteenth-level half-step holy emperor...

"roar!"

In the blink of an eye, a powerful skeleton half-emperor was born out of thin air, with an extremely cruel aura. After raising his head and roaring wildly, he rushed towards Chen Tang. The power in his body was fully activated and he punched out...

Although his memory has been wiped out, the subconscious mind of the remnant soul is still hostile to Chen Tang, so the next moment when the skeleton's battle body is perfect, he immediately targets Chen Tang and vents his majesty.

"You evil beast, haven't you awakened yet?"

"call out!"

This scene caught my eye. The high priest's body shook, and his face was dark and he immediately shouted loudly. At the same time, a blood-green light shot out from the Quebe battle flag stretching in the wind over the sea of ​​the world, sank into the head of the half-emperor skeleton.

This blood-green light is the blood-green ray of clan bloodline condensed by the Quebe Battle Banner, which is enough to completely wipe out the last strand of subconsciousness left in the residual soul of Quebe’s Secret.

Sure enough, as the blood-green faint light penetrated into his head and disappeared, the half-emperor skeleton that had just rushed out immediately stopped abruptly, and the two dark scented saplings flashing in their eyes showed a sense of confusion.

But this strand of confusion quickly disappeared, and was gradually replaced by a touch of firmness and scorching, as if the eyes of flesh and blood were focused again, and some consciousness had a support and direction again.

"boom!"

"Boom..."

The next moment, the half-emperor skeleton Pangda's majestic body, which was nine feet tall, took great strides forward, and in just a moment, he had arrived in front of Chen Tang and stood a hundred feet away.

Finally, he hugged his fists and knelt down to Chen Tang on one knee. There was a muffled and powerful voice from his mouth: "Ming Nu... worship my master!"
Chapter completed!