The White Bone Emperor has lived for thousands of years. Although he has achieved immortality in his spirit, his body cannot exist for so long.

For a thousand years, he has been constantly seeking the way to immortality. In this process, his force, wealth and power have accumulated more and more, and have always reached the level of controlling an entire galaxy as described in the description.

But in the same way, his body was constantly corrupting. Even though he finally found a way to live in spirit, his body that had been damaged could not be restored no matter what.

When others see him, they may think that this person is rich and powerful, but in his own opinion, he is not as good as any ordinary person.

The huge contrast gradually distorted his mind, and he slowly began to hate all flesh and blood creatures.

But in contrast, he cherished the only remaining skeleton, for fear of an accident.

Because he knew very well that if he lost this skeleton, even if his spirit could live forever, it would be water without a source and a tree without roots.

Therefore, when the little local dog broke his arm bone with two mouths, he couldn't help but fall into a huge panic, so he completely lost response to what happened next.

Facing Yang Ni's sword that opened the mountain and cracked the stone, he had only had time to look up blankly, and the soul fire in his eyes would almost extinguish immediately.

Yang Ni was hit by a purple-black electric light ball, and the muscles in his body twitched, but he still gritted his teeth tightly, raised the last force in his body, and slashed at the cervical spine of the White Bone Emperor.

The White Bone Emperor seemed to have not realized what would happen after being hit by this knife.

He even raised his arm, which was left with only the bones of his upper arm, and wanted to block the knife.

But he forgot that his arm was only half left, not enough to block the silver knife.

The next second, he suddenly felt the carriage begin to roll, as if the train had derailed. The fishy red carpet ran to his head, and the ceiling decorated with the dazzling crystal lamp rotated below.

Finally, a headless skeleton that looked familiar, stood not far away in a robe covered with smoke and fire.

Then he fell heavily into the middle of a pile of cold bones.

It was not until this time that he realized that he had lost the decoration of the luxurious cloak and it turned out that he was not much different from other skeletons.

Even the crown he had been wearing on his head became a little ridiculous.

With one knife, Yang Ni fell heavily to the ground, and threw the silver knife in his hand far away, and inserted it into the pile of white bones not far away.

There were thirty or forty skeletons left in front of the Obsidian portal. Seeing this, they either held an axe, a bow, or a staff, pushed each other, and leaned towards Yang Ni in a crowd.

The way these skeletons act is very single, far less than the reflection illusion of mirror flowers summoned by Yang Ni.

Most of the time, they act according to orders. Once the person who gives the order disappears, they are driven entirely by their original nature.

These skeleton attendants were transformed by the White Bone Emperor. In a sense, they had an irreconcilable hatred with the White Bone Emperor.

However, after long-term training of the soul fire, they have gradually lost their sense of autonomy and instead work hard for their enemies.

Perhaps they were influenced by the White Bone Emperor, or perhaps they were simply sad about their misfortune, and they transferred their resentment to all creatures that had not suffered this misfortune.

They are extremely hostile to any creature except themselves.

Seeing that Yang Ni had lost his ability to resist, they were ready to move, wanting to re-stain some warm blood on their bones that had been cold for a long time.

At this time, Yang Ni was not only seriously injured, but also unlucky that the effect of "tyranny" disappeared at this critical moment.

He struggled to stand up, but the purple-black ball of light was really domineering, and it would have a continuous paralysis effect after hitting it. Even a little finger would stir up a black electric flower to "sizzle" in his hand.

A nearly transparent short feather arrow shot from the empty rib gap of a skeleton warrior standing in front.

Needless to say, this transparent short arrow that can be embedded in the illusion golden shield, even an ordinary feather arrow can take Yang Ni's life at this time.

Yang Ni couldn't move his whole body, so he could only watch the arrow flying towards his heart.

Just as he began to feel that he was leaving his life here this time, a yellow light rushed over from behind him, and his speed was much faster than the arrow.

Huang Ying stepped on Yang Ni's shoulder and kicked, accelerated again, jumping in front of him at a faster speed.

It opened its long mouth and bit it accurately in the middle of the transparent arrow. Then its four short legs fell steadily, without any sound during the whole process.

The one who came to rescue him was naturally the little local dog who looked a little stupid.

It spitted the transparent feather arrow in its mouth on the ground with some disdain, its upper body slightly bent down, and its round little eyes stared at an inconspicuous corner of the group of skeletons with anger, and its mouth kept making "whimpering" roars.

This group of skeletons may not be afraid of Yang Ni, but they are afraid of this little local dog who is not astonishingly beautiful as ghosts and gods, and they all stop.

In the previous battles, they were all inspired and driven by the Bone Emperor's spiritual power. Now without coercive commands, they will naturally only choose the most powerful way of behavior for themselves.

Little local dogs are much smarter than they seem and are very human.

Seeing that the skeletons were no longer approaching, it threatened and yelled twice, turned around and trotted to Yang Ni.

At this time, Yang Ni's eyes were closed and he was lying motionless on the ground. If he hadn't been on the rapid and undulating chest, he would have thought he had already died.

The little local dog circled Yang Ni's head twice, but there was nothing he could do.

In the end, it could only stretch out its pink tongue, one on the left and one on the right and one on the right.

Since it was released from the glass cover by Yang Ni, it has long wanted to lick Yang Ni like this, but it has not achieved its wish until now.

Yang Ni was originally a little weak, and the fierce fighting also tore up the wound he had just healed again, and the purple-black light ball was also numbing his nerves all over his body.

In a coma, he felt his face numb and itchy, and unconsciously opened his heavy eyelids.

The first thing that caught my eye was a furry dog ​​face and a pink tongue that was holding a slender saliva.
Chapter completed!