Douluo: Peerless Light.

Chapter 692 The Sister of the Holy Monarch, the Duo of Guerrilla Warfare in the Enemy's Rear [[-] words]

Relying on this tragedy shared by both parties, and the guarding of the Lord of the Forbidden Land for 9000 years.

If the Void Spirit Turtles could descend once every thousand years as they did before, and bestow a sufficient amount of Holy Blessing Stones, I am afraid that the current underworld would already be dominated by the Eternal Kingdom.

The deformed soul bodies should have been killed to the point of needing artificial protection just like the soul beasts on Douluo Continent.

Unfortunately.
Without this if.

This race seems to have completely disappeared and never appeared again.

The Holy Sovereign shook his head, showing an obvious tendency to refuse for the first time: "Don't mention the matter of the Forbidden Land again, the Lord of the Forbidden Land is not something we can control and drive. If we put our hopes on her, the chances of success are even higher." Slighter than a radical plan."

Seeing that Monarch Yuyan hesitated to speak, the Holy Monarch paused and continued:
"Yuyan, your starting point is good, I understand that. The Lord of the Forbidden Land is powerful, but it is a double-edged sword that we cannot control. Once this sword is really out of its sheath, whether it will kill the enemy or harm ourselves, That’s not what we can say.”

"If one day we really have nowhere to go, it's okay to draw this double-edged sword out of its sheath to fight for that chance of survival. But now, the success rate of this matter is too low. Even if we really release it, she will not I will make a move and say a few words.”

Lord Swift sighed a long time, stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It's my fault, and this is really not a good strategy."

"It's nothing, just mention it, we need more thoughts and ideas now, so as to collide with more inspiration and sparks." The holy monarch waved his hand slightly, "So...does anyone have a solution? I know this It’s a cliché, but it’s something we have to rack our brains.”

The Shrek monarch named Lie Huo said: "Your Majesty, why don't we try a compromise? Lead the team at the monarch level and try to go to the destination again. I know this is likely to be a journey that never returns, so , I would like to be the captain of the Death Squad and open the way for everyone.”

Just when many councilors were chattering into the discussion session, Tianhu and Lord Swift were communicating quietly with their soul power in private.

"Have you not let go of the hatred of thousands of years ago? What's more, you are still the victor of the past. During these thousands of years, you have mentioned this matter more than once. The teacher has already done so, you still don't Are you willing to let her go? Or, do you have other selfish motives?"

".No, I've already let go. I just want to take advantage of her combat power. No matter what, she is also a divine soul that has almost completed her transformation. She only needs the final immortal spirit empowerment to be able to become a god. The existence of eternal life. It is a pity to put it there and not use it.”

"Do you believe what you say? Are you a liar?"

"Aren't we ghosts now?"

"Ha ha."

".Well, I admit that I did give up a long time ago. You know that. But I do have selfish intentions. This time it's true. I didn't lie to you."

"You still want to try to return to the sun and return to the Douluo Continent? Don't even think about it, even she can't break through the space barrier of the Temple of Rebirth. That place can only be exited, not entered. If you can enter, His Majesty the Holy Majesty will soon Take us back to kill, what happened to Tang San 1 years ago?"

"How do you know if you haven't tried it? What if?"

"Okay, even if there is such an event, let me remind you that there is a place where you can go to the God Realm. If the God Realm hasn't found us yet, you can have fun. If the God Realm knows the real situation outside the Temple of Rebirth , I don’t know what kind of moth will be born. How dare you joke about the lives of these billions of undead? I don’t believe you can do this. Ten thousand years have passed, and you should let him go.”

"I can't let it go, and I can never let it go. Because I know in my heart that it wasn't his fault. I will never forget his astonished and desperate eyes. He in the God Realm is far more powerful than me in the Underworld." More pain. I know he's alive, but he probably thinks I'm dead. How much his heart must have hurt all these years."

"It's almost done. I heard you talking about it for thousands of years. I don't know if his heart is tortured. Anyway, my soul is quite tortured. If you talk about him, why don't you seriously think about how we can survive it? A hundred years. If the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep is over, you will never see him in your second life."

"I have thought about it, and I have already made a decision. If this discussion does not produce results, the Shrek department will support His Majesty's radical plan at the next meeting, and I will bring Agni, Storm, and Aoki into the team."

"Take away all three ultimate attributes? You're emptying out your Shrek's old books. If the plan fails, aren't you going to leave Shrek with a successor? The remaining two are one with a sledgehammer and one with a sledgehammer." Old dragon, this is not your direct descendant, nor is it an acquaintance from our time."

"No, it's not necessary. We Shrek have passed the inheritance well on the Douluo Continent, and stronger geniuses will inevitably appear in the future. The holy land of soul masters that has been respected by the world for thousands of years is more stable than the seat of your Spirit Hall back then. That's too much. By the way, regarding the matter of the end of the inheritance of the Wuhun Temple, you, the last saint, would like to express your feelings?"

"get out."

While the two female monarchs were communicating in private, the controversial parliamentarians who were discussing on the surface also reached a result.

"Everyone be quiet."

The holy monarch spoke in a deep voice, looking around with solemn eyes, everything he passed was silent.

"I believe that everyone has made their own decisions on the topic just now, so now, vote on the proposal that Agni just issued. Members who agree to take the initiative to launch another attack and start the second rescue plan please raise your hands."

The underworld is barren, and the resources can no longer be described as scarcity.

Basically it can be said to be zero.

There are not even rivers and water resources here.

Whether it is the purple grass in the place of destination, or the twisted ancient trees in the kingdom of eternal sleep and the forest of distortion, they all rely on the power of absorbing the breath of death to grow and survive.

This is also the fact that the undead do not need to wear clothes, let alone eat and drink.

Otherwise, what a disaster would it be?

Resources are scarce to such an extent that the Holy Sovereign has banned those flashy things a long time ago.

With those skills, it is better to practice more.

Therefore, even the vote of the Eternal Parliament chose the most primitive and simple way - raising hands.

After the voice of the Holy Monarch fell, everyone in the church raised their hands in agreement.

No need for other factions, the number of yes votes is already more than half.

Of course, it is impossible for only such a few people to choose to agree.

Under the leadership of Lord Swift, everyone in the Shrek family also raised their hands.

At this point in the voting, whether the Noumenon Sect and the Sun-Moon Sect agree or not is no longer important. The pass rate has already reached the standard, and the proposal is passed.

Accompanied by the confirmation of the final result, there will be another extremely long period of discussion.

How should this battle be launched, which legion should launch the main attack, who should lead it, and which monarch should be the captain or the only participant in this rescue mission.
There are still many details to be discussed.

Even in the face of the pressure of survival, political parties like secular countries have avoided wrangling, but it is related to the life and death of billions of dead souls, all of which cannot tolerate many congressmen being sloppy.

All members of the council entered the underground facilities before the arrival of the resting wind, continuing the unfinished discussions just now.

After all the dust settled and the specific execution plan and details were finalized, it was already the sixth hour when the wind of rest began to blow.

Many MPs have already left.

Or go back and repair the armor, fodder and horses to prepare for the next big battle;
Or go back and take out the stored chaotic soul crystals to absorb and restore, in order to restore to the peak as soon as possible.

The Holy Sovereign sighed, blurted himself out, turned around and entered another room.

There was nothing else here but a pile of blank wooden boards and a large number of small wooden tombstones.

These small tombstones are like the ranks of Lanxing Huaxia, densely arranged in this underground room.

As long as it is a fallen king or monarch, there will be a place here.

These "tablets" are all engraved and carved by the holy monarch himself, representing that they once existed on this land.

"The seven brothers left again, this time they really left completely."

The Holy Sovereign took off the Holy Bless Armor on his body, picked up seven wooden plaques and sat on the ground.

The soul force condensed into a blade, outlining traces on the blank wooden board.

There is no need to compare the list, he remembers the name and appearance of every king-level undead, and these are deeply buried in his heart.

"When I was alive, I helped my elder sister manage such a large organization as the church. I fought with spirit beasts all day long, protected everyone in the world, and worked until I died."

"I thought I was relieved and handed over the burden, but in the end, I died no matter what. I was the one who did this job? And this job is much more than before. Sigh, when will this kind of life be the end."

The Holy Sovereign muttered in a low voice, reached out and took out an empty space on the wall, and at the same time placed the engraved tablets in order to the position just dug out.

The entire room was neatly filled with memorial tablets.

In this environment without any light, it looks extremely eerie.

"I heard from the boys and girls who were reincarnated later that the spiritual thoughts you left in the Angel Temple have disappeared. Old sister, old sister, have you really successfully escaped from the God Realm, or have you just played it off? Did you play yourself to death?"

"I just said that you shouldn't use your divine sense to chat with me every day at that time. That's good, and there is nothing to replenish when you run out. How did you set the succession standard for the god position back then? You picked such a stupid girl who was not clear-headed. As the heir?"

"Oh, I knew I would continue to do this mess after I died. Back then, I shouldn't be brave, and I shouldn't be nostalgic for the family happiness of future generations. How about going to the God Realm with you to enjoy the blessings?"

"Relying on the power of faith to live in the human world for another 1000 years is not good. I have been doing hard work all day long, and the gods have not been cast. Why is there already a God of Light in the God Realm! I am really a giant ape. !"

Talking to himself up to this point, the Holy Sovereign could not stop resentment coming out.

The resentment is so strong that it is almost condensed into substance, and it is no problem to resurrect a hundred and eighty evil sword immortals.

"This group of unworthy descendants is really more incompetent than the other. It's fine for people to build a country in advance, but how can they be destroyed? Even the organization that I worked so hard to pull up has people digging out the roots. No If you cultivate your own strength and have nothing to do to steal the country, you are really a hopeless pig brain! Without strength, how can you take power?"

"The Lord of the Forbidden Land is also an out-and-out mentally ill trash. I don't know how to complete the divine test quickly after taking the divine throne for decades. What kind of internal struggle is there? If I have taken the divine test earlier, I can have There are so many messy things! It's really just that the mother and daughter share the same brain, and they can't tell what is the priority."

"Even if you set up the Laoshizi Wuhun Empire cleanly, and understand everything, the world will be stable, and then you can settle the faction! You are dead, and you have to come to the underworld to torment me again, mother ! If you are able to understand, so what if this Nuoda Wuhun Hall is ruled by you?"

"There's also this one called Qianxun Ji, what a tm, how much trash you want! How much beast you want! If it wasn't for me being unable to enter the Temple of Rebirth, I would have allowed you to reincarnate!? Ahhhhh! Really! I am angry! I am angry! My family is unlucky! My family is a scum!"

Thinking of this "family of three" who is not so clear-headed, the Holy Monarch is furious.

It's really not a family, don't enter a family.

The Church, an organization established since the beginning of Douluo's human civilization, has completely defeated the three couples in two generations. Do you think the Holy Sovereign can't be angry?

If there were other people here, they would surely drop their jaws by the way he was beating his chest and cursing.

How could this be the divine monarch who ruled the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep for tens of thousands of years, protected hundreds of millions of undead, and forcibly opened up a path of cultivation?

This kind of broken thoughts looks like a boudoir with deep resentment.

If the outside world knew that the Holy Sovereign was already exhausted to the point where he wanted to give up, he didn't know how big a storm would be.

After tens of thousands of years of non-stop work, even an iron man would not be able to bear it.

However, he can only mutter and complain in private when there is no one around.

He knew in his heart that he was carrying the lives of billions of undead and the burden of the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom.

He can't have the slightest slack, can't have the slightest weakness.

A huge responsibility lies in his heart, so he must always show the image of an ancient and wise iron-handed king.

If he really quit, there might be a violent turmoil in the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom.

Besides him, who else has such great power and prestige to suppress all the undead monarchs and kings in the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom?

Neither can the glorious monarch who is second only to him.

The Holy Sovereign doesn't want the country he worked so hard to unite all the people to collapse overnight.

How many undead should be allowed to lose this hard-won second life?

After the death of a living person, the soul goes to the Temple of Rebirth, and there is still a chance of reincarnation.

But once the undead died, there would be nothing left.

After scolding fiercely, the Holy Sovereign became quiet again, like a deflated ball.

He sat paralyzed in this basement, staring into the void with both eyes, dazed.

After a long while, he murmured in a low voice: "It would be great if I could perfect the construction method of the heart of the soul. I'm just short of the last shiver. I'm also a pig brain. Why can't I figure it out?"

"If I can condense a complete soul heart, my normal combat power can be maintained at the peak of Limit Douluo. If I cooperate with the crystallization of the power of faith that I have accumulated for thousands of years during my lifetime, I should be able to explode with power no less than that of the Lord of the Forbidden Land. This thing is more or less a demigod, right? Although it didn’t work out in the end.”

"Even if it's not a real soul, it's fine if its power level is comparable. It's definitely enough to beat those brainless ones. If you have this kind of power, won't it be easy to wipe out the deformed soul body? At that time, I can really rest clicked"

"Hey, when she can wake up for a while, let me study and refer to the composition of the soul. It's really a headache. It would be great if the old sister was still there. She will support the sky when the sky falls. I can take care of the rear. Let me fight, I'm really not good at this kind of stuff."

For a long time, the Holy Sovereign vented his resentment alone in the tablet display room.

After the wind of rest ceased, the Holy Sovereign put on his armor and went out.

With a resolute face and a serious expression, he is still the supreme leader of the country that controls countless undead.

It is still the holy emperor who suppressed the underworld for tens of thousands of years.

The deformed soul body is very face-saving this time, and it has not been siege for more than [-] days, which gives the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom a chance to breathe.

But if they don't come, the undead will go in person.

A war between the two races is about to kick off.

Outside the Eternal Council, 26 monarchs and all kings have already been waiting here.

They were all dressed in black holy bless battle armor, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

Countless legions of mid-level undead are lined up here, with determination and high spirits written all over their faces.

The Kingdom of Eternal Sleep can no longer squeeze out more Blessed Stones to build battle armor for their entire army.

But the belief in victory has not wavered for a moment.

It was in the past, it is in the present, and it will be in the future.

The fluctuations of soul power surged up on every undead body, and the fighting spirit was soaring above the large square formations, even the power of death breath was washed away.

No matter which faction the members are in, they are all comrades-in-arms, robes, and absolutely trustworthy companions in the face of the war of deformed souls and bodies.

Except for the scouts from the intelligence agency who patrol the High Wall of Sighs for investigation, and the undead soldiers and craftsmen who guard in regular shifts, all the combatable forces in the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom are gathered here.

Compared with the small fights of no more than a million people on the Douluo Continent, this is the real all-out war, and it is also a real war where all the people are soldiers.

A long queue of mid-level undead phalanxes of all levels lined up behind the high wall of sighs.

From left to right, you can't see the end at a glance.

There is no grand expedition ceremony, no inspiring pre-war slogans.

All the undead standing here have already engraved the battle with the deformed soul body into their bones.

Without any encouragement, this is the life they are most familiar with.

Practice, fight.

Meet the siege of the deformed soul body every now and then.

Either they made a breakthrough in the war, or they fell and died in the war.

This is almost all of their life in the underworld.

The Holy Sovereign rises, atop a tower of hope that powers the Wall of Sighs.

The steady voice was wrapped in soul power to convey to the whole army: "All the troops, attack."

The 26 undead monarchs had solemn faces, and led a large number of king-level undeads to disappear on the spot in an instant, rushing to their respective teams.

Under the leadership of the kings, countless armies marched towards the high wall of Sigh, like a moving steel forest.

On the surface of the Tower of Hope, pure white soul power filled it, lighting up mysterious lines one after another.

The whole tower was completely lit up, and there was a slight humming.

At this moment, the entire wall of the sighing high wall changed, trembling like water waves.

One after another, the undead walked straight into it, passed through the miraculous creation left by the imaginary turtles, and came outside the kingdom of eternal sleep.

Teams crossed the high wall of sighs, and silently stepped onto this battlefield where tens of thousands of years had been fought.

This is the barren plain at the border with the Forest of Distortion, and it is also the plain with the strongest power of death.

After years of fighting, there is no grass growing here, and there are no obvious landmarks, only the traces of battles that are full of potholes.

The silent army moved forward, moving extremely fast under the leadership of the monarchs.

In the past, they also broke through the High Wall of Sighs 900 years ago, expanding the borders of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, trying to completely destroy the front established by the deformed soul lords.

At the beginning of the war, relying on the deterrent power left by a large number of Holy Blessing Stones and the Lord of the Forbidden Land, although the advancement of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep was difficult, the nails were still dug into the interior of the Forest of Distortion step by step.

They even built a large number of forward fortresses and outposts built with the Stone of Blessing inside the Forest of Distortion to resist the attacks of the deformed souls.

But soon, with the massive consumption of the Holy Blessing Stone and the inability to replenish it, the entire Eternal Sleeping Kingdom fell into a resource crisis.

This forced them to abandon the battle line that they had been struggling to advance, and dismantled a large number of Stone of Blessing creations, shrinking them step by step, leaving only a few secret safe houses.

In the end, the undead had to retreat back into the high wall of Sigh, passively defending for thousands of years.

Now, they walked out of the wall again, approaching the border of the most glorious period of the Eternal Sleeping Kingdom.

It was at the time when the Eternal Sleeping Country was fighting to the death, and almost all the effective forces of the entire country were dispatched to win a chance of survival.

Hundreds of distorted soul body lords also got together, discussing something noisily.

A lord who looked like a giant octopus but had four dragon claws said:
"Dragon King, your plan has completely failed. Not only did the crippled dragon under your command die by itself, but we also lost nine quasi-lord-level subordinates one after another, including a large number of ordinary ninth-level and eighth-level subordinates. Tell me, what should you do in this situation now? You have to give everyone an explanation."

As soon as this remark came out, several top lords responded one after another.

Judging from the unfriendly expressions on their faces, these are all losses of subordinates.

The quasi-lord level is not Chinese cabbage. If one dies, it will take thousands of years to make up again.

Even if there are usually as many seventh and eighth ranks as a cow's hair, the successive losses are not a big deal!
The lord who was called the Dragon King looked like a complete giant dragon, with no specific race.

But at this time, its face was also gloomy and watery, extremely unsightly.

The fusion dragon that Huo Yutong killed was its most powerful subordinate, and it still feels distressed!
"Confession? What should I explain? Why didn't you see any objection when you were all scrambling to get the soul? Now something happened, and the responsibility is all on me? Get off your mother's dead octopus, don't pretend like me Dude, just do it if you don’t accept it.”

The dragon claw octopus stopped talking immediately.

When it really works, it really can't beat this giant dragon that calls itself the Dragon King.

This is recognized as the strongest existence among all the lords.

9000 years ago, he even survived a move by the Lord of the Forbidden Land, so one can imagine his tyrannical combat power.

The rest of the lords who lost their subordinates didn't look very good either.

The subordinates of the eighth and seventh ranks die as soon as they die. For the deformed soul bodies whose population exceeds tens of billions, there must be more or less such subordinates.

But the existence of the ninth level is not so easy to cultivate.

Although it seems to be quite a lot in the whole group, there are thousands of them, which is more than ten times that of the King of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep.

But if it is divided into the hands of hundreds of lords, there is not much left.

It hurts to die!

Originally going to hunt down that team of king-level undead squads who didn't know how to live or die, there was no room for their little lords to meddle, let alone lose anything.

But who knows, the quasi-lord-level subordinates sent by the great lords not only failed to kill all these undead, but were killed one after another when chasing and killing the last king-level undead.

How terrible is it that ten quasi-lords died?

Not only that, after killing the ten-headed lord who was chasing after him, the only remaining undead seemed to have changed his temper.

He no longer tried to march towards his destination, but began to charge back in the opposite direction, and waited for the opportunity to massacre the mid-level deformed souls.

In this way, not only the middle-level power ecological zone of the distorted soul body will be destroyed wantonly.

Those fiefdoms were located in the rear, and the small lords who were close to the "novice village" were even more unlucky, and news came that their subordinates were killed one after another.

They don't dare to disperse to absorb soul fragments now. When they attack the city, they bring the whole family together and hug each other as much as possible.

For half a year, more than forty nine-level distorted soul bodies have been murdered.

Now many lords are wondering whether this guy broke through to the monarch level in advance?
Can a king-level peak be so strong?
Of course, it is impossible for a king-level peak to be that strong.

With Chen Xin's fighting power, although he can single-handedly deal with any quasi-lords who are chasing after him.

But if the other party still has friends or assistants, then he must turn around and run away.

Can.
That was once.

It is true that Chen Xin is only at the peak of the king level.

But according to the comparison of the combat power in the underworld, Huo Yutong, who can show the ultimate fighting power for a long time, undoubtedly has the strength of a monarch!

If all the cards are played, even among the 27 monarchs in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, her strength is enough to rank among the best.

Even if it is the weakest quasi-demigod limit, there is a huge gap in combat power between the peak of level 98 and level [-].

Even the peak level 98 and wearing the top three-character combat armor can't bridge this gap.

This is clearly stated in the original book, and the 98-level peak wearing the three-word combat armor will definitely be suppressed by the quasi-demigod Limit Douluo.

On the twisted ancient tree, a huge and strange bird lord made a sharp voice: "I sent my fast men to investigate before, and found some clues. It's true that the Dragon King can't be blamed for this. It's ours. Initial information was wrong."

"Is the information wrong?"

The Dragon King stared at his scarlet dragon eyes, and his whole body was full of momentum.

"Old bird, what did you find? What's the situation? How can a mere king-level peak kill our ten quasi-lord-level subordinates?"

The dragon claw octopus also echoed: "Yes, he not only killed so many of our quasi-lords, but also many other clansmen of other ranks were brutally murdered. Could it be called what? What seven kills really broke through to the monarch Graded?"

The giant strange bird quacked twice, and glanced back and forth at the lords with sinister eyes:

"Of course not. The undead are not soul masters. Their cultivation breakthrough needs to be accumulated slowly, and their combat power will be enhanced bit by bit. How can there be such a thing as being ready for battle?"

"To tell you the truth, it wasn't the King of the Seven Killers who broke through before the battle, but a monarch-level breakthrough that we had never seen before! You bastards! Stupid pigs! You bastards with a slack soul!"

"What!? A monarch class that has never been seen before?"

"You fart! There must be a limit to joking!"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"There's no way we can't find the Sovereign Class coming in! You're questioning our strength!"

"Yeah, strange bird, stop kidding, this joke is not funny."

Many lords were taken aback, and their scalps felt numb while denying it one after another.

Even though they had lost their scalps a long time ago, the trembling feedback of fear was still faithfully performing their duties.

Now, no one could refute even the strange bird calling them idiots and stupid pigs.

Many small lords in the back of the territory are in danger.

If it's just the peak king level, many lords don't pay attention at all.

Randomly sending any of the most trashy lords can kill them instantly.

However, the existence of the monarch level is not something they can deal with alone.

Of the 27 known monarchs in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, any one of them would be able to beat at least three or five of them without issue, and it was still the one that had the upper hand.

If it weren't for the outrageously large number of distorted soul bodies at other levels, the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep would actually have some advantages in terms of high-end combat power.

Even if the strongest dragon king meets the weakest swift monarch, he will be played by the opponent in the palm of his hand, and he will run away with his head in his arms.

Not to mention other lords.

Therefore, after hearing that a Sovereign Rank had run in, the little lords could no longer calm down.

There are even good friends who are discussing in twos and threes in a low voice, whether they should stop attacking the city at all, and forget it.

If this war, which has lasted for a year and a half, continues like this, if the domestic threat is not resolved first, I am afraid that even my hometown will have to be exposed after returning!
"Old bird, don't tease us. How could we not sense the existence of a monarch? And a previously unknown monarch?" the Dragon King Lord asked in disbelief.

The giant monster bird twisted its neck: "Believe it or not, and I can tell you with certainty that this new monarch has never appeared before. I don't have any impression of her. It is very likely that she is the trump card of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep."

"The Holy Blessing Armor she wears feels alive to me, even stronger than the one worn by the Holy Emperor. It's a bit like the Soul Guidance Armor in Yangjian."

Another lord who looked like a giant ape wondered: "When did the kingdom of eternal sleep hide such a female undead who has never even been on the battlefield? Could it be the heir secretly cultivated by the holy emperor?"

"Or the one in the forbidden area became sober for a short time, and then made something out? She gave us a lot of hype a few times before. Strange bird, do you have any more detailed information?"

The giant monster bird shook its head immediately: "No! No! She must have been a spiritual-type soul master during her lifetime. Her soul power is terrifyingly strong, and her range of perception is astonishingly large. It even gave me a sense of fear as the lord of the forbidden land!"

"Such an existence with unknown abilities, plus a seven-killer king, how dare I go forward to investigate alone? I have finally had a second life, and I haven't lived enough! You want to know how you Just go yourself!"

Psychic soul master! ?

As soon as the strange bird lord said this, many lords even looked very bad.

Psychic soul masters are too strong after being reincarnated as undead.

Lord Tianhu in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep was a spiritual soul master before his death, and his combat power is obvious to all the lords.

Even if he was forcibly promoted to the monarch level overnight by the Lord of the Forbidden Land, his tyrannical combat power is still among the best among many monarchs.

In particular, all the soul skills in life can be seamlessly connected, directly transformed into soul skills, and the speed of forming combat power should not be too fast.

If it is true that a Limit Douluo who majored in spiritual force fell during his lifetime, then it would be reasonable to advance to the Sovereign level in a very short period of time.

The strange bird lord groaned strangely: "We must quickly unite and kill her personally! Sending out our men alone is delivering food to her! Give her extra food! Don't worry about hitting the high wall of sighing, tens of thousands It's been a year, so it's not too late! Before she has time to transfer, now, immediately, immediately, we must attack quickly! Attack!"

Quick strike?
Banana, you bastard, your beak opens and closes very lightly.

Why the fuck is he attacking now?
Even the Lord Dragon King couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

If you want to wipe out the existence of this level, you must be prepared for heavy bleeding.

With many lords joining forces, if they can kill, they must be able to kill.

But how to kill, this is a big problem.

It doesn't make any sense to drive cannon fodder below the seventh rank.

It is still unknown how much strength they will be able to display if they are driven to the people who already have wisdom.

The second life is rare, and those who can reach this step are all lucky ones in a million.

No lord is willing to give up his life for other deformed souls.

This is why when hitting the high wall of sighs, most of the ones who can reach the edge of the wall are below the sixth level.

Human beings do not only understand the principle of wisely protecting oneself and taking advantage of the chaos to make a fortune.

The plans of the high-level deformed soul bodies are very clear.

In this protracted war, it is enough to hold back the high-end combat power of the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, and then let those mindless cannon fodder consume the opponent's resources.

When the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep is consumed to a certain extent, it will usher in a wonderful time for harvest.

Only when they have a good opportunity will they explode, trying to kill king-level and monarch-level existences.

But this kind of siege targeting one or two people
Who takes the lead to be the target?
How should the soul be divided after killing someone?

These are questions that will take a long time to wrangle.

Unlike the efficiency and unity in the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep, none of the deformed souls can convince the other lords on their own.

In this way, there is no such thing as fair distribution and unified allocation of resources.

Just when the atmosphere of the meeting of lords fell into a stalemate, all the lords were unwilling to be beaten by the early birds, and only wanted to gain benefits.

Suddenly, a sharp and mournful cry pierced the sky.

A nine-level distorted soul body in the shape of an emerald bird came through the air and appeared in front of many lords.

"My lords, the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep is mobilized. Twenty-seven undead monarchs join forces and attack from the north! Now they are heading straight for us."

"what!?"

"I heard that right, do they dare to come out of the high wall of sighing on such a large scale?"

"Isn't it to rescue the newly promoted monarch in our hinterland?"

"Not impossible."

Many lords couldn't believe their ears at all.

For a while, there was chaos in the field.

They couldn't believe that the Eternal Sleeping Kingdom dared to attack them again after retreating for so long.

You must know that last time, in order to send Chen Xin's rescue team into the depths of the forest of distortion, the Evermian Kingdom lost dozens of king-levels, and even the existence of the monarch-levels was in danger.

The one who was injured the most didn't even appear on the battlefield again for a whole year.

It's not enough to come once, come this time?
I really don't know how to live or die!

Dealing with a single Sovereign requires wrangling, and there is no need to discuss this kind of all-round war.

The Eternal Sleep Kingdom is used to it, and the deformed soul body is also used to it.

Everyone shoulder to shoulder together.

Whether to kill the opponent or unfortunately be killed by the opponent, all depends on the ability, see the truth!

The all-out attack on the Kingdom of Eternal Sleep came at a very good time.

The lords who were still in conflict instantly united with the enemy and greeted their younger brothers one after another.

Manly and high-spirited, he drove a large number of middle and low-level cannon fodder to the front line.

The barren plain is vast and desolate, and only the land of death, bombarded by various attacks, exists.

The uneven battlefield is filled with a large number of traces of being impacted by the energy of various departments, and then blending a large amount of soul power.

After tens of thousands of years of tug-of-war, this protracted war has already devastated the landscape of this land to such an extent that it is completely different from the original.

(End of this chapter)