Chapter 1591 Hundreds of Divine Corpses

It's no wonder Xiao Fan thinks so. A divine corpse should have no emotions, but it only blocks his own group and doesn't kill his own group. This is too weird.

"Is there someone controlling this divine corpse?" Xiao Fan was suddenly horrified.

If this is the case, then this Ten Thousand Years Xuan Ice Cave can do more than just suppress the ice demon.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan became more and more determined. No matter what, he would go to the Ten Thousand Years Xuan Ice Cave to see what was inside.

The three of them moved forward cautiously again. Although the divine corpse did not want to kill them, who knew whether the other party would change its mind?

Just as Xiao Fan and the others continued to move forward, in another passage, a group of strong men from the Ice Tribe were also hindered, and what they faced was not just a divine corpse.

"Clan leader, do we still want to move forward now?" Bingye said with an ugly face. There was a shocking claw mark on his chest, and the blood penetrated the white robe, which was extremely scarlet.

The expressions of the others were not much better. Some of them were more seriously injured than Bingye. Everyone formed a circle and looked around cautiously.

"Now that we are here, do we just give up? The inheritance of the Moon God Palace is right in front of us. If we get the Moon God Crown, our Ice Tribe will surely usher in the glory of thousands of years ago." Before Bing Tongtong could speak, Bing Yehan said said firmly.

Bing BuTong gritted his teeth, rarely refuting, and said in a deep voice: "Keep going."

Look at me, Bingye and the other elders. Most of them are just Seven-Transformation Gods of War, and there are even a few Six-Transformation Gods of War. They were attacked by several divine corpses just now and were seriously injured.

But now, Bing BuTong has asked them to take the lead. Although they are all loyal to Bing BuTong, they can't help but feel resentment in their hearts.

Several people gritted their teeth and continued to walk deeper into the passage with extremely gloomy faces.

"Be careful!" Just after taking a few steps, a black shadow suddenly passed by. Bing BuTong shouted, raising his hand and hitting the ice mist with a palm.

The black shadow was so fast that even if the ice was different, it did not touch the other party. At the same time, an elder of the Ice Clan who was a Six-Transformation God of War screamed and covered his neck with both hands.

However, no matter how hard I tried to cover it up, I couldn't cover it up. The blood spurted out and turned into blood-colored ice crystals falling to the ground.

"The other party is definitely the Nine Transformations God of War. Head of the family, we are no match. Leave quickly!" Another elder shouted in horror. One of them is dead now, and it may be his turn next time.

"Leave? Do you think they will let us go if we leave now?" Bing BuTong said coldly, his eyes filled with blood as he stared into the blood mist.

"die!"

Suddenly, Bing Yehan shouted angrily, raised his hand and slashed out with his sword. There was a crisp sound in the ice mist, followed by a burst of dark red blood.

Three feet away from everyone, a corpse was split into two. It looked extremely miserable. Upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that the corpse had no temperature at all. It seemed that it had been dead for countless years, but its blood seemed to have just solidified.

"It is indeed a divine corpse!" A clan elder said with a gloomy face. In their opinion, divine corpses of the same level are much scarier than living people.

"As long as everyone is careful, you will have nothing to fear even if you encounter a divine corpse that has perfected the God of War realm." Bing Yehan took a deep breath, his eyes flickering, and there was even some anxiety deep in his eyes, as if all this was beyond His expectations were average.

"That's what I said, but they are hiding, and we are hiding..." Bingye shook his head, with a look of fear on his face.

"Dear clan elders, our strength is too low, we can't find the divine corpse, and we can't resist the divine corpse. If we go up, we will basically die." Another elder summoned the courage to say.

Hearing this, the other elders also nodded. These elders are only below the level of the Seven Transformations God of War, so they are no match for these divine corpses.

They had wanted to say it out for a long time. Why should they, the elders, be allowed to clear the way? Isn't this clearly asking them to die?

"It's true that we didn't think carefully about this matter. If that's the case, then you are in this circle and we are outside." Bing Yehan nodded.

"Thank you, clan elder." When the other elders heard this, they immediately beamed with joy. With the elders of the Eight-Transformation War God and even the Nine-Transformation War God clearing the way, their danger would be much less.

A sinister look flashed in Bing BuTong's eyes. These people were all his, and now they all sided with Bing Yehan. Naturally, he felt very unhappy.

Just as he was about to say something, several powerful auras suddenly approached quickly, sending chills down everyone's spine and goosebumps all over their bodies.

Puff~

Before everyone could recover, several of the elders were scratched by claw marks, and blood flew out, dyeing the void red. The majestic six-transformation war god, but without any resistance, died.

"Get out of here!" Bing BuTong roared. His palm was like a knife, and he slashed down with force. Countless frozen energy condensed into an ice knife several feet long and swept across the void.

In an instant, several corpses fell out of the ice mist, and the dark red blood was mixed with a strong aura of decay.

At this moment, Bing BuTong suddenly raised his hand and waved, and the surrounding ice mist suddenly stopped flowing and condensed into frost to fill the void.

"Roar~" Bing Tong opened his mouth and roared, a terrible sound wave shock swept out, the void shook, the ice mist suddenly exploded, and the passage instantly regained its clarity.

In their sight, there were seven or eight figures in strange clothes staring at them coldly. Those people's eyes were dull and their faces were bloodless, just like the living dead.

However, the aura emanating from each one is extremely terrifying, and the weakest one is the Nine Transformations God of War. Obviously, these are divine corpses that have been dead for countless years.

"Only eight or nine, kill them." Bing BuTong's eyes were filled with cold light. He took the lead and pounced on one of the corpses. The strength of the Nine Transformations God of War was undoubtedly revealed.

"Roar~" The divine corpses roared angrily and all rushed towards Bing Ding.

The elders of the Ice Tribe rushed forward without any hesitation. Eighty-nine divine corpses were not considered in their eyes. After all, they were the Ice Tribe, and they could also exert 70% to 80% of their strength here.

However, Bingye and other elders hesitated. They looked at the divine corpse with fear in their eyes, and several of them gritted their teeth and prepared to go up.

However……

"Roar~" Suddenly, waves of roaring sounds came from the depths of the passage. The sound was ups and downs and deafening. Bingye and others felt their heads were dazed and their souls were stinging.

There was a look of fear on everyone's face, and just by hearing this voice, one could tell that there were quite a few divine corpses.

Facts have proved that their guess was good. After a few breaths, figures roared in from the depths of the passage, violent auras swept over them, and a violent wave of energy was set off in the passage.

"So many? Are all the corpses awake?" Everyone was dumbfounded and shouted in horror.

After a cursory glance with their soul power, they found that the number of these divine corpses was as many as hundreds, and the strength of each divine corpse was no less than that of the Eight Transformations God of War.

"Get back!" Bing BuTong's face turned pale and he shouted in horror. Before anyone could react, he was the first to rush towards the back of the passage.