Chapter 2161 Who Is the Lord of the Netherworld on the Prehistoric Battlefield (2)

Chapter 2169 Who Is The Lord Of The Nether (2)

The second child of the skeleton climbed up the majestic death knell with great difficulty. This time, he was seriously injured. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and even the dark fire in his skull was flickering brightly or darkly. Bone grabbed the throne to support his body, pointed at the undead Phoenix in the distance with one hand Bone, and said something with a click.

Qin Ming ignored the second child of the skeleton, and sat on the throne of bones and continued to say to the undead Mingfeng: "You have already felt the power here, do you want to stay here forever? Do you want to sit on this throne? Want to stand on the top of the death knell, Do you overlook the entire Netherworld?"

The second child of the skeleton was slightly startled, but suddenly became excited, grabbed the throne and insisted on climbing up.

Qin Ming turned his head slowly and looked coldly at the skeleton's second child. Although he was a conscious body, he displayed a terrifying aura on the throne. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the skull's second child. "You...you should grow up..."

boom!

Qin Ming's palm erupted with a violent energy, and with a dull sound of death knell, it hit the skull of the skeleton's second child.

The skeleton's second child trembled wildly, raised his head and flew out, the skeleton of his whole body was completely scattered, and fell into the ghost mountain below ten thousand feet with a whistling sound. The black lacquered bones shook a few times, and everything became quiet, and the black mist in the skull became calm and thin in a faint flicker.

Immortal Mingfeng looked at Qin Ming on the throne, and was frightened. Its realm is obviously much stronger than Qin Ming, but in this mysterious Netherworld, Qin Ming is like a god, easily depriving everyone of the power of immortality. Here, its life and death are completely controlled by Qin Ming.

"I gave you time to think about it, now tell me your answer."

"What price do I have to pay?"

"What do you think?"

Submit the horse? Immortal Mingfeng understood what Qin Ming meant, and if he wanted to become the master of this world, he had to become Qin Ming's servant. But how can it be the imposing immortal Mingfeng, the future half master of the Burning Heaven Beast Realm, become a slave of human beings?

but……

How can the Burning Heaven Beast Realm be compared with the Nether Realm?

How can a half master compare with the master of the nether here?

And when did the Phoenix Clan really regard their undead Phoenix Clan as their subjects?

Undead Mingfeng understands which is more important and which is more beneficial, but there is always some resistance in the subconscious.

"Then I'm sorry! I'll give you a chance!" Qin Ming raised his hand, pointing at Immortal Mingfeng.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No! What a good skeleton, how could it be wasted. I gave you a chance and wanted you to live with your original consciousness, but unfortunately, if you don't want to grasp it, then you will be buried in the death knell for a hundred days. Erase all consciousness. I only want your skeleton and your strength." Qin Ming pointed forward with his fingertips, and the huge death knell shook immediately, trembling the mountains, and all the cracks burst into strong light, like resurrection The dark pattern of death reveals a palpitating energy.

"Stop! I can! I can!" Undead Mingfeng retreated in horror, and the no longer strong Minghuo fluctuated all over her body.

"You can? Is this your final answer?"

"I...I..." Undying Mingfeng struggled, it is indeed greedy for the power here, and it is more eager to stay here, but...

Qin Ming's conscious body glowed with all kinds of strange lights, tumbling inside and out, and the death knell hummed, dull but extremely vast, spreading to every corner of the nether world. There was a loud noise, earth-shattering, and thousands of lonely souls roared. The death pattern on the surface of the death knell exploded with strong light, soaring into the sky, intertwined rapidly, and turned into a huge soul shadow, like a cloaked god of death, the fire of the dead, dark and evil, it stands between the sky and the earth . "I didn't come to negotiate with you, Immortal Mingfeng, I will treat this skeleton of yours well."

"I can surrender! I can pledge my allegiance to you! But I have one condition..." Undead Mingfeng shouted fiercely, but still insisted on her last share of dignity.

"It's late!" Qin Ming shouted, and the huge undead 'cloak' flew, filled with a cold and sinister but irresistible force, it suddenly raised its right hand, and a death ripple was like a river of blood, entangled again The underworld fire stirred the sky, blasting towards the undead underworld phoenix.

"Stop! Don't... we can have a good talk, you have to give me a chance to talk, stop now!" Whether it is in the Burning Heaven Beast Realm or in other worlds outside, the Immortal Phoenix is ​​the supreme existence, making all living things Afraid, but here, in front of this huge undead, it seems that it has no room to fight back, and the bones of its body are dislocated uncontrollably. Before the death ripples rush over, the consciousness is like being pierced by thousands of needles generally.

Undead Mingfeng screamed in pain, retreating again and again: "I submit! I submit to the Netherworld! I submit to you, Qin Ming! I submit to you...my master! I don't have any conditions..."

Boom!

The death pattern bombarded the immortal phoenix, and amidst the violent roar, it shattered into hundreds of broken bones. The last begging of the undead phoenix turned into a shrill scream, pain and despair, unwilling to be reconciled to grief and anger, the bones of the phoenix flew all over the sky, scattered in the cold and silent ghost mountain blood river, the fire of the underworld on each bone quickly dimmed, It was extinguished under the icy cold wind.

Qin Ming sat on the throne of bones, surrounded by strange lights, mysterious and majestic. The huge undead phantom behind it towered into the sky, filled with a monstrous fog of death, and its two blood-red eyes were as cold and evil as a demon moon.

The death knell rang for a long time, bursting with tangible and qualitative sounds of the dead, filled with various forces such as curses, disasters, and destruction, sweeping the world continuously, rushing through the vast ghost mountains, trembling rivers of blood, and disturbing the world even more. The underworld fire between heaven and earth.

A large number of soul thoughts and undead things wailed in pain and screamed in the sound of the death knell. They swallowed this force, but were suppressed by this force in agony.

Qin Ming has been releasing the power of the death knell, sometimes strong, sometimes slow, but continuous. He wants to leave a mark on the first batch of undead creatures in the Netherworld, to let them know who is the master of the world, who should be afraid of, and who should be controlled.

Yang Dingfeng was lying on his back in the dense tree canopy, with his arms pillowed on his head, looking at the sky through the gaps in the branches and leaves, silently in a daze.

After arguing with Baihu for a while, Qin Lan suddenly came to Yang Dingfeng, stood directly on his chin, tilted her head, her dark eyes flickered: "What are you thinking?"

"Little girl, the thing about you calling my brother is over." Yang Dingfeng looked at Qin Lan who was close in front of him, and then continued to look at the sky.

"I don't understand." Qin Lan smiled mischievously.

"I learned badly from your father."

"What are you thinking?"

"Why are you still interested in me?"

"not interested."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Is there any dragon meat? Dad said that you can't be too abrupt when you want something, and you have to prepare it."

"No!" Yang Dingfeng shook his head helplessly.

"you have."

"A fire dragon, you and I are half of each other, and mine is eaten."

"You caught one in Bailian, I saw it."

"Longshi, I keep it for myself. Go to your father, he still has a lot of dragon spirit cores for you."

"I'll change it with you."

"There is no change."

"What are you thinking?" Qin Lan looked at him curiously, feeling as if something was different.

"There's no need to lay the groundwork, I only have that little stock in stock."

"Smoothie."

"Go and play with your white tiger, don't disturb uncle thinking about life."

"What are you thinking?" The little girl didn't give up.