Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

Wang Hun and Bu Wen Bu Wen flew in the air, the strong wind whistled past their ears like a group of crazy wild beasts. The Ancient Ming Mountain was towering into the clouds, and the steep peaks pierced the sky as if to pierce the sky, giving people a daunting feeling of oppression.

However, they were both faster, their figures flashed across the night sky like lightning, disappearing in a flash, and in the blink of an eye they were already at the top of the mountain.

When the two landed steadily, the air around them seemed to freeze instantly, and the scene before them made them alert instantly. Not far ahead, they saw a huge cemetery lying quietly there, like a sleeping giant beast, exuding a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere.

Countless tombstones stand in an orderly manner among them. These tombstones have been eroded by the years, and their surfaces are covered with mottled marks. They are like silent guardians, quietly witnessing the vicissitudes of time, and seem to be silently telling the dusty past.

The cemetery was eerily quiet, with only the whistling sound of the wind around. The sound of the wind seemed to come from a distant time and space, as if it was telling stories from the past, or issuing a secret warning, which made people shudder.

Wang Hun's eyes were steady, like the deep cold stars in the night sky, and he whispered, "It looks like this is the place."

The voice was low and firm, echoing softly in the silent cemetery.

She nodded slightly without asking any questions, then walked forward. Her steps were light and cautious, and every step seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife.

Wang Hun followed her steps without hesitation. The two figures seemed particularly small in this gloomy cemetery, but they exuded a sense of determination.

However, after the two had taken a few steps, Wang Hun seemed to have noticed something and stopped abruptly. His body tensed up instantly, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

Bu Wen Bu Wen also stopped instantly, her eyes full of vigilance. She quickly glanced around, and the Prison Shadow Sword in her hand trembled slightly, as if feeling the tense atmosphere with her.

At this moment, dense black skeleton soldiers emerged from both sides. These soldiers rushed towards them like a black tide. The scene was extremely spectacular, yet creepy.

Some of them held long swords, the blades flashing coldly in the dim light, as if they could easily cut off anything that stood in their way.

Some of them carried long spears, with the dark green phosphorescent flames on the tips of the spears swaying in the wind, like will-o'-the-wisp fire from hell, jumping and flashing and emitting a chilling aura.

Others pulled bows and arrows, with the bowstrings taut and the arrows emitting a chilling aura, as if the god of death's sharp arrows would be shot out at any time, and could take someone's life with just a slight release of the bowstrings.

Some of them were holding shields engraved with mysterious runes. These runes were ancient and mysterious, revealing a simple and dangerous aura, as if they concealed a powerful force that could withstand all attacks.

A rough count showed that there were as many as 5,000 Black Skeleton Soldiers, and behind them, there were 1,000 Black Skeleton Cavalrymen. The horses' hooves beat the ground heavily and rhythmically, making a dull and eerie sound, as if the drumbeats of death were urging the start of this bloody battle. The scene was enough to make one's scalp numb. In total, the enemy numbered 6,000!

Immediately afterwards, these black skeleton soldiers and black skeleton cavalry quickly moved to the sides, leaving several paths.

Three skeleton generals riding tall war horses and holding spears appeared majestically. Their black armor gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, and they exuded the murderous aura of being experienced in the battlefield. Strange green fires burned in their empty eye sockets, and the green fires flickered and danced, as if they were examining the prey in front of them, and as if telling of their desire for killing.

Behind them, three skeleton kings, each about three meters tall, slowly walked out. Their huge bodies stood there like a hill, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

They held huge iron hammers in their hands, and the iron chains collided with each other, making a heart-pounding sound. With every step they took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, as if even the earth could not bear their weight, as if they were overlords from hell, dominating this land of death.

Seeing this, Wang Hun and Bu Wen Bu Wen clenched their swords tightly and prepared for battle.

The Day and Night Soul Sword in Wang Hun's hand was surrounded by black and white light. That light was like lightning interweaving night and day, as if fighting against the surrounding darkness. There was a faint sound of thunder echoing in the sword, as if roaring for the upcoming battle, and as if declaring its own strength and majesty to the enemy.

Bu Wen Bu Wen tightly grasped the Prison Shadow Sword. The black light on the sword became increasingly icy and chilling. A trace of coldness spread out, as if to freeze the air around her. The surrounding ground was also slightly frosted because of the coldness. She was like an iceberg, exuding a cold aura that kept people at a distance.

At this tense moment of confrontation, a taller figure slowly appeared in the distance on the right. As the figure gradually approached, Wang Hun and Bu Wenwu saw its appearance clearly. It was a being covered with skeleton armor, ten feet tall, standing there like a giant. Its body was huge and majestic, as if it was the master of this dark world.

In its hand, it held a huge sword with a broad blade. A dark red light was faintly flowing on the sword, revealing an extremely terrifying power, as if it could easily split the sky and earth and destroy everything.

The cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, as if demonstrating his supreme majesty. Every time the cloak fluttered, it seemed to be showing the world his arrogance.

When all the skeleton soldiers, skeleton kings and skeleton generals saw it appear, expressions of great reverence instantly appeared on their faces, and they shouted in unison: "Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor!" The voice was neat and loud, echoing in the mountains for a long time, as if it was the most pious worship to their leader.

"Skeleton Emperor?" Wang Hun frowned and muttered to himself. His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and vigilance. He wondered in his heart what kind of challenges this suddenly appearing powerful enemy would bring to them.

The Skeleton Emperor looked at Wang Hun and Wang Wenwu coldly. His eyes were like ice in a cold pond, without a trace of warmth. His voice was hoarse but full of endless majesty. He asked, "Humans, people of the Hades, why did you kill my men?" The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with an irresistible sense of oppression.

Wang Hun looked calm. He took a step forward. He stood tall and straight, facing the Skeleton Emperor's questioning without fear, and explained: "I originally wanted to go up the mountain, but the Skeleton King wanted to force the girl to marry him, and even wanted to kill me, so I had no choice but to resist." His voice was firm and powerful.