Chapter 87 The Eight Dead Kings vs. Ning Wei!

Mu Ningxue was shocked and speechless for a long time.

Humans, can they be so powerful...? "Ning Wei, have you entered the door of the semi-forbidden spell?"

Asharuya looked up at the man surrounded by stars in the sky and covered her heart.

It seemed like she was terribly, terribly wrong.

Could she really catch up with Mu Ningwei and protect him? If she had acknowledged Mu Ningwei's invincibility from the beginning, accepted his protection, and was willing to be the little woman behind him, perhaps many things would be different.

"Ning Wei, why are you always so powerful?"

Asharuya's mouth was bitter.

All the mages on the city wall who witnessed the fall of the Lord of the Underworld burst into cheers! The strength of that man gave them hope of defeating the Abyss of Evil! Mu Ningwei received the huge power of faith transmitted from behind him, ignored Zhu Meng's joke, and looked down at the ground.

Many dead bones fell off the body of the Lord of the Underworld, and his broken body stood up with difficulty.

The head in the middle of it disappeared, and the power of purification created a hole hundreds of meters long in its chest, and its breath dropped to a low level.

But it's not dead.

The Great Lord's vitality was so terrifying that, as an undead, he was hit by light magic that was beyond his own realm, but he still managed to survive tenaciously.

Even at the most critical moment, Lord Haisha used his body to resist the spread of the power of the Demon-Judgment Sword, allowing more than sixty of the hundreds of rotten bones to survive.

At this moment, the rotten bones held up their king, looked at Mu Ningwei in horror, and fled backwards.

Faced with such a situation, Mu Ningwei chose to strike with his sword again.

He had the habit of cutting the grass at its roots. After discovering that the Lord of the Underworld was not dead, he had already begun to draw a new star palace.

When Xiu Gu Fei Chen came back to his senses from the shock and flew up with the dying Hai Sha Ming Zhu.

Mu Ningwei had finished reading the bar, pointed to the sky with one hand, and waved it gently.

Hiss——

The sky cracked and the pure white holy sword fell, lighting up the world once again.

Compared with the mighty pure white holy sword, the rotten bone flying minister who screamed at the mere exposure to the light looked so pitiful as he dragged the corpse of the underworld master in vain to escape.

Despite this, not a single one of them escaped, and they flew towards the pure white holy sword one after another, dedicating themselves to their monarch.

"Much stronger than the Silver Dome Lord and his minions."

Mu Ningwei showed his highest respect to his opponent, accelerating the fall of the Demon Sword.

After killing more than sixty commanders, the powerful Demon Sword dimmed a little and fell on its final target.

The two remaining heads of the Lord of the Underworld stared at Mu Ningwei quietly. They did not beg for mercy and did not resist. They turned into ashes and dissipated under the purification of the holy light, leaving only three gray gems.

After the Demon Sword dissipated, the sky returned to darkness.

Mu Ningwei controlled the shadows, wrapped the gray orb and many materials dropped by Xiu Gu Feichen, and put them into his pocket.

Apart from this, the biggest gain was their spirit remnants, as well as the spirit of the great monarch, Lord of the Underworld! "You actually killed a dead monarch of the Eight Directions."

Zhu Meng's shock took a long time to subside.

How many hundreds or thousands of years has the title of the Eight Dead Kings been passed down? Their reputation is known all over the world, enough to make countless mages turn pale at the mere mention of them. No one dares to face these terrifying undead monarchs.

Until Mu Ningwei appeared.

He waved his hands twice, and the Lord of the Underworld fell on the spot.

Perhaps in the future, a new great monarch will be born in the Evil Abyss to fill the vacant seat of the Lord of the Underworld.

But at least now, and even in the unknown future, the title of the Eight-Direction Dead King has become the Seven-Direction Dead King! When people mention the terrifying Shayuan Empire and the powerful Eight-Direction Dead King, they will think of this 21-year-old young man with admiration, deify him with admiration, and rack their brains to give him the most respectful praise.

Zhu Meng felt that the impression of Mu Ningwei in his mind was about to be deified.

At the age of 21, he killed one of the eight dead kings and guarded the ancient capital for tens of millions of people.

This is definitely an achievement that has never been achieved before and will never be repeated!

Even if he was a young Forbidden Spell Master, or even if he was the rumored chosen disaster sufferer, he would never be able to achieve such a brilliant achievement!!!

Zhu Meng witnessed the legendary event up close and personal, and his heart was so pounding with excitement that he could hardly control himself. The grown man even felt his blood boiling to the point of tears filling his eyes.

"Congressman Zhu Meng."

"Hmm? Ning Wei, you say!"

"Please go back and inform Chief Lu Huan to deal with the affairs in the city as soon as possible and come to support us."

Mu Ningwei looked far ahead, "The real battle is coming."

Zhu Meng looked over.

The mountain corpse stood there in a daze, with a hideous and ferocious laugh on its cold and terrifying face. It no longer slowly gathered its forces, but charged forward at great speeds! Charge! Charge! The huge mountain body kept accelerating, crushing countless undead souls to death while the ground shook. It condensed their dead energy to form a netherworld shield, and rushed towards the ancient capital!

Behind it.

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In the abyss of evil, one strange and powerful figure after another emerged, leading dense and endless black and white waves, and marching towards the ancient capital.

Zhu Meng took a look and was terrified.

The extremely dense deathly aura was like a huge mouth of the abyss that swallowed up the world, and it was getting closer and closer to the ancient capital!

Obviously, the fact that Lord Haisha had died angered the entire Shayuan.

One after another, the Undead monarchs led their armies to conquer the world of the living.

They were all powerful and prestigious kings during their lifetime, and they would never want to tarnish their reputation after death.

Destroy the ancient capital!

Let the power of Sha Yuan shake the world! Zhu Meng transformed into Ice Cold.

So many monarchs, so many commanders...

Can the ancient capital really survive? "Go ahead, Councillor Zhu Meng."

Mu Ningwei looked at the mountain corpse and whispered, "I don't know how long I can hold it off."

"You must be careful!"

Zhu Meng's heart was in his throat and he flew madly towards the ancient capital.

Damn it, Lu Huan, stop nagging about looking for Hei Jiao Ting. If you don’t gather troops, the ancient capital will be razed to the ground!

“Gah!”

Zhu Meng had just arrived in front of the ancient capital's city wall when a familiar black figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The slender and handsome snake body flew in the clouds like a huge dragon, brushing past his scalp, and the howling hurricane hit his face so hard that it hurt.

"Black snake?"

Zhu Meng touched his head which had turned into a Mediterranean sea and laughed madly with ecstasy:

“Ahahahahahahahaha, the Black Snake is here too. Gudu is saved! Gudu is saved!”

"Mu Ningwei, you are such a genius! You even brought the Black Snake here!!!"

…

Boom! ! ! ! The sky and the earth erupted with a resounding sound! The Mountain Corpse raised the Shield of Death and collided with the Black Snake's scaly tail that was whipping across the sky. The sound waves that erupted shattered the air. The two sides held a stalemate for a moment, then launched a violent killing spree at close range.

(End of this chapter)