Chapter 1932 Corpse Puppet Army

"Then how can I help you lift the curse?" Song Yan asked again.

"Your blood is needed."

The little corpse puppet wrote on the ground.

"How many of you are there?"

Song Yan asked thoughtfully.

"More than five million!"

Little Corpse Puppet wrote.

"I'll wipe it, five million. Even if one person has a drop of blood, it would still require five million blood. I guess even draining my blood wouldn't be enough!" Song Yan said angrily.

"Descendant of the Ancestral God, you only need to give me a drop of blood, and I will be able to speak, and we can communicate better!" The little corpse puppet wrote a line of words again, and then looked at him expectantly.

"hey-hey!"

Song Yan let out a weird laugh: "My blood contains the blood of the ancestral gods. You can have it if you want it. You have to give something in exchange!"

"As long as you lift the curse on our family, we can serve you!"

The little corpse puppet wrote again.

"Very tempting!"

Song Yan secretly thought, but he felt that this matter was not that simple. Who put the curse on them to turn them into inhuman and corpseless monsters? Moreover, this curse can only be lifted with the blood of someone with Pangu bloodline, which shows that this curse is very powerful.

It's certainly not easy to be able to lay such a powerful curse and turn a group of people into monsters that are neither human nor ghosts.

If he lifts their curse, will the other party give him trouble?

Besides, what this little corpse puppet said may not be true.

There are too many things in this world that turn against others.

At this moment, the little corpse puppet turned around and spoke some strange words to one of the corpse puppets. Then the other corpse suddenly disappeared and reappeared. The other corpse directly dropped hundreds of storage rings at Song Yan's feet.

And the little corpse puppet also wrote: "So many storage rings in exchange for a drop of your blood!"

Song Yan picked up these storage rings and checked them out, and found that each storage ring contained a lot of divine crystal pills, etc., which should have been obtained by the corpse puppets hunting down the gods who broke into the Mist Forbidden Land.

The contents of hundreds of divine rings combined are worth at least tens of billions of divine crystals.

"good!"

Putting away these storage rings, Song Yan cut his finger and threw a drop of blood towards the little corpse puppet.

The little corpse puppet was overjoyed. He stretched out his hand to grab the drop of blood, and then wiped it directly on his forehead. Then, an extremely complex talisman appeared on his forehead. After the talisman absorbed Song Yan's blood, the little corpse puppet's A circle of black energy could not help but steam up from the top of his head. When the black energy dissipated, the little corpse puppet actually became a little more alive.

"Thank you!"

The little corpse puppet suddenly spoke.

At this moment, a second thunderbolt fell from the sky, more powerful than the first.

Suddenly, Song Yan's expression changed.

Looking at the little corpse puppet, he said: "My friends are going through a tribulation, but someone wants to plot against them. Can you summon some corpse puppets to help them! Afterwards, I can give you three drops of blood!"

"good!"

The little corpse puppet agreed without hesitation, and then let out a silent roar. As he roared, a large number of corpse puppets suddenly appeared around him.

It was so dense that Song Yan's head felt numb.

He turned on his clairvoyance power to check, and found that in such an instant, more than two thousand corpse puppets had gathered around, and the number of people continued to increase.

"That's enough! That's enough!"

Song Yan shouted quickly.

Each corpse puppet is comparable to the upper gods, while the opponent only has more than a hundred upper gods. More than two thousand corpse puppets can crush the opponent just by their numbers.

"Do you know the whereabouts of those people?"

Song Yan looked at the little corpse puppet and asked.

"follow me!"

The little corpse puppet flew forward with the two corpse puppets that looked like living people. Song Yan quickly followed, while the more than two thousand corpse puppets around them followed them with dull expressions.

The mighty army chased and killed the upper gods of the Tianjia Jiang family.

And at this moment.

The upper gods of the Jiang family and the Tian family were speeding towards the direction of the Heavenly Tribulation, but because the fog was too thick and there were corpses lurking in the fog, their speed was not very fast.

"Why do I have a bad feeling in my heart?"

One of the upper gods murmured to himself.

As for Song Yan, there was a little corpse puppet leading the way, so he didn't have to worry about sneak attacks from the corpse puppet, so the speed was very fast.

Looking at the speeding little corpse puppet, Song Yan was thoughtful. It must be not easy for the little corpse puppet to control so many corpse puppets. Could it be that he is a corpse puppet king?

"They're right in front!"

The little corpse puppet suddenly pointed at the thick fog ahead.

Song Yan had already heard the sounds of fighting from the front. It seemed that the group of people had encountered corpse puppets again.

"let's go!"

Song Yan strode forward, through the fog, and then the upper gods of the Tian family and the Jiang family appeared in his sight. At this moment, they used nearly half of their hands to besiege the ten corpse puppets, while the rest were on guard. .

Therefore, they discovered Song Yan as soon as he showed up.

"Look, it's that little thief Song Yan!"

someone exclaimed.

"Quick, catch him!"

Someone shouted excitedly, and immediately, five upper gods flew towards Song Yan, but only halfway through the flight, they collectively paused, and then retreated at a faster speed, with a bit of panic on their faces. with fear.

"Why did you come back?"

Someone asked in confusion.

"He...that little thief has a lot of corpses behind him!"

"Hey, little corpse puppet, it's up to you, surround them all!"

Song Yan turned to the little corpse puppet next to him.

"good!"

The little corpse puppet nodded and let out a silent roar again. Then, as the figures flickered, the group of upper gods were tightly surrounded by more than two thousand corpse puppets.

Looking at the densely packed corpses, everyone present turned pale, and many bodies were trembling.

"Hey, grandsons, didn't you rely on having more people before? Who has more people now?"

Song Yan stepped out, looked at the group of upper gods, and sneered.

"You...how can you make the corpse puppet obey your orders?"

An upper god fights with the illustrious Tao.

Song Yan sneered: "Hey, because I am the son of destiny, even if the corpse puppet sees it, he will bow before him. You scumbags dare to go against me. If you are not looking for death, what are you doing?"

Hearing Song Yan's words, the little corpse puppet rolled his eyes in a very humane manner. He was obviously the one who controlled the corpse puppet and had nothing to do with Song Yan at all.

"Song Yan, can you let us go? We can all swear that we will step back whenever we see you in the future!" said a superior god.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Song Yan sneered: "Kill them, little corpse puppet. By the way, remember to collect all their storage rings!"

"Ho ho ho!"

The little corpse puppets roared silently, and the corpse puppets surrounding these upper gods moved.

"Ah! Let's fight!"

"Young thief Song Yan, you must die a happy death!"

This group of upper gods tried their best and unleashed unparalleled attack power. Unfortunately, there were too many zombies. Even if they exploded tenfold, there was no chance of survival.

In just dozens of breaths, the battle was over, and all the upper gods were killed.