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

In the eerie and silent hell, Wang Hun and Bu Wen Wu Wen rushed down the rugged mountain road. There was deathly silence all around them, and only the sound of their hurried footsteps echoed in the mountains.

As soon as we reached the mountainside, a bone-chilling wind blew past with a strong smell of decay and death, instantly breaking the original tranquility.

Looking up, I saw smoke and dust billowing ahead, and a huge and evil army of skeletons was rushing towards me.

The skeleton marshal in the lead was huge, six feet tall, like a towering black mountain, emitting a chilling aura. His entire skeleton was as black as ink, and dark green phosphorescent fire flickered and jumped between the cracks of his bones. In his empty eye sockets, burning hot and resentful green flames seemed to be able to see through the flaws of all life in the world and drag their souls into the endless abyss.

It was wearing a tattered black cloak that fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound. In its hand, it was tightly holding a giant axe. The axe blade was shining coldly and was engraved with mysterious and ancient runes, as if telling the dusty history of bloody killings.

Behind the Skeleton Marshal, ten thousand skeleton soldiers lined up in neat rows, making creepy "clicking" sounds, like a countdown to death.

Each skeleton soldier had a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes, and he held a variety of rusty weapons in his hands. He looked particularly eerie and terrifying under the phosphorescent light, like evil spirits crawling out of the abyss of hell.

The thousand skeleton cavalrymen next to them were even more aggressive. The four hooves of the skeleton war horses were burning with strange green flames. The skeleton cavalrymen on horseback were agile, holding long spears, and charging like black lightning with an unstoppable and resolute momentum.

There are also two tall Skeleton Kings in the team, who exude a powerful evil aura. Every time they swing the giant hammers in their hands, it is powerful and the power fluctuations make the surrounding air vibrate.

Two skeleton generals rode on skeleton warhorses to command the attack. They had superb marksmanship, agile movements, and cold and cruel eyes, posing a huge threat to Wang Hun and Bu Wen Wu Wen.

In the deep eye sockets of the Skeleton Marshal, the ghostly green fire danced violently. The moment he saw Wang Hun and Bu Wen Bu Wen, he burst into a sharp and piercing laugh that could penetrate the soul like the cry of a night owl: "Hahaha! It was you two audacious lunatics who killed my brother, the Skeleton Emperor. Today I will make you pay with blood. Let your souls be imprisoned here forever and tortured in endless pain!"

The laughter echoed in this gloomy hell, startling flocks of black crows perched on the dead trees. They flapped their wings and flew away into the distance, leaving behind only an eerie silence.

After saying that, its bones creaked and it swung the giant axe in its hand violently. The axe blade cut through the air, making a whistling sound.

The skeleton army behind them seemed to be infused with violent souls, shouting in unison, and the sound waves rolled like a black tide, rushing towards them with surging murderous intent. The land under their feet was trampled into deep footprints, and the diffuse dust looked particularly strange and terrifying under the reflection of the phosphorescent fire.

Wang Hun stood tall like a pine tree, staring at the surging skeleton army with a cold look. There was no fear in his eyes, only determination and resoluteness. He turned his head and looked at Bu Wen Bu Wen. When their eyes met, they revealed their courage to fear no life or death.

Wang Hun raised his lips slightly and said, "You skeletons are nothing but walking corpses driven by darkness and desire. You are all unreasonable people. I'm afraid your so-called revenge is just a cover. How can you really avenge your brother? You just want to take this opportunity to satisfy your own ambitions."

After hearing what Wang Hun said, the Skeleton Marshal let out an even more arrogant laugh from his black mouth: "Hahaha, that's right, we've had enough of that guy. He always uses my brothers as cannon fodder and squanders our lives wantonly. Well, you killed him, which is a favor to me. To thank you, when I kill you, I will try to be quicker so that you don't suffer as much pain, hahaha!"

Its laughter echoed among the skeleton army, causing the skeleton soldiers to also burst into strange laughter, as if the music of death was being played.

Wang Hun snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain: "You are worthy of being called the Grand Marshal? With your mediocre skills, you dare to kill me? There are countless people who want to kill me, but now they have all turned into a handful of yellow earth in this hell. I think you, who overestimate your own abilities, will be the next one!"

His voice was deep and powerful, and it echoed in the mountains for a long time, as if it was a verdict on the Skeleton Marshal.

The Skeleton Marshal was completely enraged by Wang Hun's words. The wild smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by a ferocious look. He snorted coldly, "I will be the one to kill you! Guys, come on! Tear these two arrogant guys into pieces!"

After that, the skeleton army, led by the tall Skeleton King, who exuded a powerful evil aura, and the Skeleton General, who rode on a skeleton warhorse and had superb marksmanship and agility, surged forward in a mighty charge.

The weapons in their hands flickered coldly under the illumination of the phosphorescent fire, and every step they took carried the breath of death, as if they were going to completely devour Wang Hun and Bu Wen Wu Wen in this endless darkness.

Wang Hun looked grim as he slowly drew out the God of Weapons' Blade. Instantly, a powerful and mysterious aura emanated from the blade, echoing the surrounding dark aura, as if announcing its majesty and power.

Just as the skeleton army was about to rush over, Wang Hun took a deep breath, held the God of Weapons' Blade tightly in both hands, and raised it high. In an instant, a layer of faint black light appeared around his body, like a black flame, accumulating energy for the powerful force that was about to be released.

King Soul closed his eyes tightly, concentrating all his energy to deeply resonate with the soul power of the God of Weapons' Blade. In an instant, the God of Weapons' Blade shone brightly, and an ancient and mysterious mighty force that seemed to come from the ancient times surged out from the blade, enveloping King Soul. This force was powerful and pure, containing the most primitive destructive force in the universe, and seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and strike deep into the soul.

Wang Hun suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He had realized the ultimate meaning of the Sword of the God of Weapons - the Soul Tracing Knife. This knife could penetrate through layers of fog, trace the origin of the soul, and completely crush the enemy's soul core, causing it to turn into ashes in an instant.

Wang Hun did not hesitate. He shouted loudly, and the God of Weapon's Blade in his hand, with unparalleled momentum, turned into a dazzling light and rushed straight towards the Skeleton Marshal like a meteor.

Wherever this ray of light passed, the space was distorted and the air was compressed into white airflow visible to the naked eye, making a "sizzling" sound, as if making way for this powerful force.

The Skeleton Marshal's eyes widened in horror, and he tried to dodge but it was too late. The Soul Tracing Knife instantly hit its soul core, and with a "click", its soul core instantly shattered, and its huge body fell down with a bang, raising a cloud of black dust. At the moment the Skeleton Marshal fell, the powerful soul power wave spread out from it as the center.

The two skeleton kings, two skeleton generals, the one thousand skeleton cavalrymen, and the ten thousand skeleton army were all affected by this force. Their souls seemed to be controlled by an invisible powerful force, and they were involuntarily destroyed by the blade of the God of Weapon.