In front, Lin Xuan smiled.

The snow-white little monkey held most of the purple ghost spirit wood and kept jumping. Lin Xuan waved his hand and put all these things into the Black Earth.

Walk!

He took Shen Jingqiu, Murong Qingcheng, and everyone in the Immortal Palace and left quickly.

Boom boom boom!

This corpse hiding place is too big. There is a long passage in front, with corpses on both sides, and endless resentment surrounds it.

At this moment, one after another Yin soldiers crawled out from among the corpses.

Only now did Lin Xuan and the others realize that these Yin soldiers were so weird.

The battle armor on their bodies is not a real battle armor, but one after another of cold resentment, transformed through some kind of life force.

Even their weapons are like this.

It was as if the bones of the resentful spirit were bound in the armor by some powerful force, forcing them to fight.

What kind of power is this? This power is beyond their current imagination.

Soon, the army of Yin soldiers took action and scattered all the Holy Land religions.

These forces are divided by countless Yin soldiers and can only fight on their own.

Suddenly, the war broke out, it was very fierce, everyone and the Yin soldiers started to fight, and the fight was earth-shattering.

However, no matter how they fight, they will always suffer.

These Yin soldiers are not living creatures, and they can still condense even after death. But they, the warriors of the Holy Land and the geniuses of the great religion, can only die here after being killed.
Chapter completed!