Mr. Zombie rises from the dead

Chapter 465 Dark Gathering
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Ye Chen saw the corpse's throat moving up and down in front of him, as if swallowing something.

There was half a palm in the mouth of this rotting corpse, and its own palm just happened to disappear.

This guy actually ate his own hand, which is too cruel!
Subconsciously swallowing the tax deduction, Ye Chen was planning to push away these carrion corpses and go to the place where the Wu people gather deep in the core.

At this moment, all the rotting corpses around seemed to sense something at once, let out a terrible, low-pitched roar, and all rushed towards him.

The rotten corpse in front of it even opened its mouth to spit out half of the palm in its mouth, and stretched out the rotten other hand to grab Ye Chen.

The pitch-black teeth exuded a foul smell, and when they stretched to the limit, they were about to bite.

If you are bitten by this thing, you will be disgusted for several years?

Without further ado, Ye Chen's arm trembled, and blood-red long nails immediately grew on his five fingers.

He slapped the rotting corpse with a single slap, his nails were like sharp treasured knives, and directly divided the rotting corpse.

Other rotting corpses around him also surrounded him, directly surrounding him.

At this time, most of Ye Chen's strength has recovered, and these mere walking corpses can be wiped out with just a raise of his hand.

But in that case, the energy fluctuations would be easily noticed by those Wu people.

So he can only use the most primitive physical means to deal with these walking corpses.

The sharp claws are like knives, and the body is like the wind.

With a sudden turn, he cut off the heads of all the walking corpses around him, followed him in a flash, and went straight to the direction where the Wu clan people gathered deep in the forest core.

The movement was as fast as wind and thunder, and those walking corpses were like pieces of paper in front of him, and a large piece of them fell down in unison, exposing a path of corpses.

But after a while, Ye Chen had already traveled to the place where the Wu people gathered.

Going further inside, there will be a strange and powerful force appearing, forcibly blocking everything outside.

Although Ye Chen has a way to break through the restrictions, once he does it, he will definitely be discovered.

So he cautiously jumped onto the big tree next to him, and jumped directly to the top of the tree.

The leaves of these trees are very dense, and there is a strong yin in them, which perfectly conceals Ye Chen's aura.

Following the canopy of the tree, he walked a little further, and the black air in front of him stopped abruptly and disappeared completely.

The woods ended here, and there was a wide open area ahead.

In the middle of the open space, a group of people in strange robes gathered around, chanting ancient spells.

After listening to these incantations for a while, Ye Chen felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Not only that, even the blood in his body seemed to become restless all of a sudden.

"What kind of weird secret rituals are these witch people doing that can even affect my blood?"

After recovering his strength, Ye Chen is not at the peak of bones, and he is only one line away from becoming the strongest zombie. The blood in his body should be very solidified and stable. How could he be shaken so easily?

As he thought about it, he looked towards the middle of the priests of the Wu tribe.

I saw a person wearing a unique black robe standing in the middle.

Like other Wu people, this man was completely covered in black robes, but the difference was that he was holding a stick in his hand, which looked like a dead branch from a certain tree.

The dead branch in this person's hand was chanting and singing loudly while turning around a pillar in the middle.

The whole image looks like a dancing god.

Because it was too far away, there seemed to be something in the air that blocked Ye Chen's sight, so he couldn't see clearly what was painted on the pillar, but he could vaguely distinguish some strange patterns.

"The ancient witches were good at witchcraft and curses, and all kinds of sacrifices were their forte. Judging from the current situation, it seems that they are performing some kind of evil sacrifice ceremony."

While observing, Ye Chen thought at the same time.

"The blood energy of these Wu people has been united and gathered together, and there is a possibility that they will leave the body at any time."

"There are so many corpses buried in the surrounding forest, and all kinds of things are added to everything. Damn, the ancient witches in the prehistoric world, wouldn't they be able to refine corpses?"

Whether it's the environment full of yin, the corpses scattered all over, or such a strong and powerful blood, it seems to be preparing for the refining of corpses.

It sounds a bit nonsense that the ancient Wu people made zombies, but the reality is right in front of them.

And it was obvious that those Wu people were planning to sacrifice their own blood to support the corpse they refined.

The strength of these witch clansmen is very strong. If the essence and blood are condensed together, how terrible will the zombies they raise be?

"Wow, Uli Uraka, Galida..."

Suddenly, the black-robed witch priest in the middle yelled, opened his arms, and shook the sky above his head, a terrifying breath brewed all of a sudden.

Suddenly, strands of blood burst out from the bodies of the other Witch Clan members. The blood surged, and all of them converged towards the wooden stick in the hand of the Witch Clan black-robed priest.

In the end, the blood turned into a blood cell, which floated from the black-robed priest's stick to the pillar in the middle.

The thick and viscous blood was poured on the pillar, and it was completely absorbed by the pillar in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, while they were still standing just now, the mighty and terrifying Wu tribe fell down like wooden stakes.

All the essence and blood in their bodies had been drained, gathered together, and made offerings to that pillar, and of course they themselves died on the spot.

"I'm going, it's so ruthless, I don't even spare my own people, and use it as a sacrifice!" Ye Chen murmured subconsciously, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

All of a sudden, only the black-robed priest was left alive, and he was still continuing this mysterious and weird ceremony.

He didn't know where he took out a rag, put the rag on the pillar that had sucked the blood of all the Wu people, and started chanting loudly.

"The emperor came to the world, the witches and men fought, chance came from the sky, the drought began to appear, thousands of miles of red land, blood flowed into rivers, Jiuli swayed, ancestors and witches panicked!"

When he read this, the black-robed priest suddenly stopped and slapped the rag.

"The way of heaven is unfair, favoring the human race, and slaughtering our witch clan. Today, our witch clan uses the way of heaven to raise witch demons. When witch demons emerge, the world will change, and the human emperor will perish!"

Witch?

What the hell is that?

Could it be that the Wu Clan intends to use this thing to break the shroud of the Human Emperor's luck over the Central Plains, thereby subverting the current human race's rule over the world in one fell swoop, and restoring the glory of the ancient Wu Clan?
Think more!

The witch clan can't beat the human race, shouldn't the core reason be that the human race is backed by saints, and the twelve ancestors of the witch clan are not in line with the general trend of heaven, so they can't match the saint's plans?
The saint sitting on the Yuxu Palace will not fall for a day, and the witch tribe wants to subvert the human tribe's notice, isn't that a joke?
(End of this chapter)