Chapter 683 A Mountain of Bones Under Your Feet!

The old stairs were beaten by the rain, and a few muddy footprints stepped on it hastily.

The entire inner city was not only surrounded by the army of undead, but also trapped by cold rain and darkness. People wanted to see the dawn, but were afraid of its arrival.

How long has passed, no one has a conclusion, the clock on the clock tower has been deliberately covered, no one is willing to watch a death countdown.

A pair of flaming wings wobbled back to the bell tower from a distance, the figure under the wings almost half fell on the railing of the bell tower platform, Zuo Feng and Yao Nan saw it, and rushed up to help him.

"Member Zhu Meng, are you okay?" Zuo Feng asked.

"We lost." Zhu Meng's eyes were gloomy, and even his voice was a bit slumped.

"The corpse of the mountain...can't even defeat you?" Zuo Feng glanced at the distance, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, but there were heart-pounding roars coming from outside.

Zhu Meng was half lying there, his leg injury made it difficult for him to stand up, the flame wings on his back were incomplete, and the thunder armor was beyond recognition, a high-ranking councilor had turned into a defeated general , There is no fighting spirit in the eyes.

"How about them...?" Zhu Meng asked.

Now Zhu Meng is most concerned about Mo Fan and the others. There are many people who went out this time, but less than half of them can really come back. Zhu Meng saw with his own eyes the strongest army Si Yao among their group of mages. Ting was crushed to death by the mountain corpse on a half-mountain.

He wished Meng to be the last group to retreat, but he didn't know how many people survived the terrible killing of the mountain corpse.

The strength of the corpse of the mountain was far beyond their imagination, even without the drift of the abyss, the corpse of the mountain would have razed the inner city to the ground.

"I'll help you, you can see for yourself." Zuo Feng slowly helped Zhu Meng up.

Zhu Meng was a little puzzled. At this time, the Yaonan pointed to Xie Sang who was next to him, and explained to him the evil eye bronze mirror.

"Hahahahaha~~~~~~ You really make people feel ridiculous, you actually bet all your bets on those little devils!" A harsh and unpleasant laughter came from above.

Zhu Meng raised his head and stared at Hujin Chief Deacon Mu He who was tied up under the bell tower with disgust.

Mu He was laughing wildly,

Smiling like a demon who has already had a full meal is peeping at other people's sad tears, treacherous, cunning, and his distorted face is full of the hopeless madness towards the Black Vatican.

Death is nothing to Mu He. He has been dormant for so many years just for today's grand ceremony. After the grand ceremony is completed, even if he dies, it is only the death of his body. His soul will escape into the Black Vatican with countless meritorious deeds. In the Immortal Court, enjoying the same treatment as a god in heaven!

He, Mu He, killed so many people today, including those who died of blood in Bo City. All their souls will escape into the Eternal Life Court and become his Mu He's slaves. Be a king that others must submit to!

Now he has nothing to do, just wait for this mortal body to be destroyed, and he will ascend to his "heaven" immediately.

"This lunatic, killing him is not enough to vent his anger!" Yao Nan glanced at Mu He and said fiercely.

Zhu Meng ignored him and stared into the bronze mirror with evil eyes.

A piece of purple-black lightning appeared in the bronze mirror of the evil eye, dazzling streaks of thunder spread across the ground. During the wild dance of thunder and lightning, Mo Fan was like a lone boat in a white storm, and the hull was damaged. Seriously, it will sink at any moment.

Zhu Meng looked at this scene, but his slumped eyes were full of shock!

"These... these... are all murdered by him??" Zhu Meng said with a trembling voice.

"Well, they fell into the gate of death." Zuo Feng said.

"He alone... killed so many??"

Skeletons were scattered all over the place, turning into a long carpet of bones, spread out for an unknown distance.

And in the center of the carpet of bones, a mountain of bones protrudes shockingly. Skeleton head, skeleton limbs, skeleton body, ribs, sternum, leg bones, phalanges, jaw bones... These are piled up in a mess, Impressively forming a mountain of bones, the forest white is frightening! !

Accompanied by flames, Mo Fan stood on the bone mountain, and the precious black snake armor was already incomplete at this moment. A striking bright red slipped down from the protected head, passing by his eyebrows, across his cheeks, and drop by drop...

At a glance, he was already at the end of his strength, and a gust of wind could blow him off when standing on the unstable Bone Pile Mountain.

For a mage with average willpower, his eyes should be closed, and then he would plunge into this pile of bones and sleep forever.

But he was still standing, his black eyes were extremely tired but still forced himself to squeeze out a little light.

"Zhu Meng, it's great to have you back..."

A few footsteps sounded from behind, and the high-level executives who were going to prepare the escape plan came back here to gather one after another, including Han Ji and the white people from the Mysterious Society.

Ling Xi, Chu Jia, Lu Xu, Fei Jiao and others have recovered a little. They will be the main force in the escape plan and lead a small number of people out alive.

Seeing Zhu Meng standing blankly in front of the evil-eyed bronze mirror, the mysterious gray-white man knew his mood, walked up and patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "They have done a lot for us, and they have also done a lot for this city. Many, they should have been on the plan list, but they died in the tomb of more than 2,000 years..."

"Yes, Zhu Meng, don't be sad, the most important thing is to look forward." Fei Jiao also came up to comfort Zhu Meng.

"Besieged by a group of skeletons, alas..."

"He...they are not dead." Zhu Meng, who was stunned for a long time, spit out such a sentence.

Zhu Meng's words stunned everyone.

not dead? ?

Impossible, how long has passed, let alone a few middle-level mages, even high-level mages have died for several rounds inside.

"Look for yourselves!" Zhu Meng pointed to the bronze mirror with evil eyes and said.

At this time, the crowd gathered around again, and the first thing they saw was the bone mountain that Zhu Meng was shocked by! !

The bone mountain rose, and Mo Fan stood there, with flames burning on his palm. Countless skeletons climbed up the bone mountain, and Mo Fan's flames smashed them one by one.

Everyone could tell that Mo Fan was exhausted, but when the senior executives realized that he was stepping on a huge mountain of bones, their eyes began to get wet.

He's not dead yet!

He is not dead yet! !

The group of them gave up their slightest expectations of him early on. Who would have thought that after such a long time, he would still be living in that dead door.

The unyielding and aloofness of this heart needs to rely on so many corpses and such a mountain of bones to fully reflect it! (www.. )