Jiang Li looked straight at Ji Bu. "I know! But this is Lin Che's intention. He must have his own reasons for sending this message. In the past, I always acted according to my own ideas, which caused him to be imprisoned in the Fortune Treasure, and his life and death are uncertain. The moment I destroyed the Fortune Treasure, I became a sinner for all eternity. Even if the undead army is really summoned, it will be my fault."
"Ji Daru, we should all trust him for once!"
Ji Bu also turned his head to look at the tragic battlefield and nodded heavily.
"Alright. If we create a plague of undead, the three of us will shoulder the responsibility together!"
whoosh!
As soon as Jiang Li let go, the undead ancestor's bones flew out and formed a huge stone tablet in the air. It fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the top of the city wall.
Boom!!
The tombstone of the dead was now fifty or sixty meters high, pitch black and heavy, like a sacred mountain crashing down on the city wall, smashing the parapet walls to pieces.
A thick smell of the undead suddenly began to spread.
The dark blue light, like lightning, continued to move down along the city wall.
Such a scene can be seen clearly even if you are on the battlefield more than ten miles away.
Jiang Li and Ji Bu stood next to the undead stele, feeling the cold breath of the undead. They couldn't help but look at each other subconsciously, but neither of them showed any regret.
Right at this moment.
The Cangtian bag in Ji Bu's hand also made a whoosh sound, and something flew out, and flew directly towards the tombstone of the dead.
Ji Bu's deep eyes suddenly revealed shock:
"Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen!!"
"Lin Che, what is he going to do?"
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