Chapter 251 The Bone King Descends (Ch 251)

Xuanlu ordered his subordinates.

“Immediately send someone to the vicinity of Yongchang City and use spiritual power to amplify the sound to the surroundings and keep shouting.”

“Let those eighth-order tribes wait a little longer!”

“They must still be around.”

“Everything will be discussed after Mo Yingchen arrives at the ancestral land!”

“If they continue to take actions that endanger our human race, then we will cancel the trial of Mo Yingchen and fight them to the death!”

Several people from the garrison responded loudly and turned to leave.

The atmosphere in the conference room was still solemn.

Wu Jiang’s face turned pale, Xuan Lu remained silent, and the other participants were even more silent. No one dared to bring bad luck at this time.

The death of millions of lives in Yongchang City was like a huge rock pressing on everyone’s heart, making it hard to breathe.

……

……

Mo Yingchen, Xiao Cong and Mo Bingning sat in the driver’s cab without saying a word.

Move quickly towards the ancestral land of the human race.

Xiao Cong seemed to have sensed the depressing atmosphere in the car. He changed from his usual liveliness and quietly snuggled in Mo Bingning’s arms, occasionally stealing a glance at Mo Yingchen, who had a calm expression.

Mo Bingning stroked Xiaocong’s hair gently, her eyes full of worry.

“Squeak!”

A sudden brake sound startled Mo Yingchen.

He leaned forward slightly and looked up.

Through the car window, a plain skeleton was seen standing in front of the pillared front of the car, stopping the steel behemoth with one hand.

Mo Yingchen’s face was instantly filled with horror.

How is that possible?

In his mental scan.

There was no object in front of us at all.

But with the naked eye, it can be seen that there is indeed a skeleton.

“What kind of strength can block my mental scan?” Mo Yingchen muttered to himself, and his vigilance instantly reached its peak.

The appearance of this skeleton is too strange, and its strength is probably unfathomable.

……

Several people got off the car nervously.

Mo Yingchen protected Xiao Cong behind him, his eyes fixed sharply on the skeleton in front of him.

The skeleton looked ordinary in appearance, and the bones even showed some signs of wear and tear, as if it was a rotten bone that had been sleeping in a grave for a thousand years.

But such a seemingly ordinary skeleton exudes a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

The Bone King looked at the few people without saying a word. In his empty eye sockets, two points of soul fire flickered faintly, captivating people’s hearts.

Suddenly, a light flashed in its eyes, and it walked straight towards Xiao Cong.

Mo Yingchen was very anxious and was about to take action, but was horrified to find that he could not move at all.

An invisible aura had already locked onto them, making it hard for him to breathe.

Bone King’s face was full of excitement, and there was even a strange fanaticism on the Skeleton’s face.

It stretched out its skeleton finger bones and gently pinched Xiao Cong’s chubby face, making a clicking sound of bones rubbing against each other.

“Really, it’s true, you can really be reincarnated!”

He suddenly turned the skull towards Mo Yingchen, and the fire of his soul suddenly became more intense.

He stared at Mo Yingchen, his tone hurried and excited, “Is that little world yours?”

Pointing at Xiao Cong again, the skeleton’s finger bones trembled slightly, “This person, is it undead?”

“Have you mastered the method of reincarnating the dead into living beings?”

Mo Yingchen was silent.

It’s not that I don’t want to answer, but I can’t make a sound.

The answer to who the skeleton in front of him is is already obvious.

There is no way an eighth-level being could exert such oppression, let alone make it difficult for him to even move his fingertips.

The undead who is above the eighth level…there is no other possibility except the Lord of the Undead, the Bone King.

The Bone King stared at the silent Mo Yingchen, his empty eye sockets moving as if examining him.

After a moment, it realized that Mo Yingchen was different and restrained the invisible terrifying aura around it.

The feeling of oppression suddenly dissipated, Mo Yingchen felt the force that imprisoned his body recede like the tide, and he secretly let out a breath.

“Yes.” Mo Yingchen spoke in a steady voice.

Facing this most powerful existence standing at the pinnacle of the undead world.

Any excuses will seem pale and powerless, and any lies will be exposed in an instant.

Better to admit it honestly.

Since Bone King could track him down here, he must have already noticed the door to the world hidden in the world of the dead.

I’m afraid his underworld has been explored countless times by this uninvited guest.

If that’s the case, what secrets are there?

Even though I had expected it.

But after hearing Mo Yingchen’s affirmative answer with his own ears, the soul fire in the Bone King’s eyes still beat violently, and he burst into irrepressible ecstasy.

Countless Lords of the Undead have deduced that the Undead want to break through the shackles of the ninth level and ascend to the highest level.

Reincarnation into a living being may be the only way forward.

However, throughout history, no undead has ever succeeded.

This was an opportunity that countless undead ancestors had dreamed of, and it actually came across it?

Bone King couldn’t wait to get closer to Mo Yingchen, his empty eye sockets almost touching his face.

His tone was urgent and excited: “Boy, follow me back to the world of the dead and help me reincarnate!”

Mo Yingchen looked embarrassed.

Help Bone King reincarnate?

It’s not impossible.

The key point is… once reincarnation is successful, you will be branded by the rules of the underworld and become an undead under his command.

The ninth level Lord of the Undead?

Become his subordinate?

Mo Yingchen thought quickly, weighing the pros and cons.

He adjusted his words slightly and decided to speak candidly, “Lord Bone King.”

He addressed the other person respectfully, paused briefly, and observed the other person’s reaction.

Seeing that Bone King did not refute but instead looked at him with interest, Mo Yingchen’s heart trembled.

This person is indeed the ninth-level Bone King, the supreme ruler of the undead world.

“Reincarnation is not difficult, but…”

Mo Yingchen clenched his teeth, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

“There are a few issues that you need to consider carefully.”

He raised his eyes and glanced at Bone King cautiously.

The soul fire that was beating in the skull’s eye sockets seemed to be able to see through everything, oppressing him to the point where he could hardly breathe.

“First, after reincarnation, you will be branded with the mark of the underworld.”

“And because I am the Lord of the Underworld, if you were to be reincarnated in the Underworld, it would be equivalent to… being unconditionally controlled by me.”

The air seemed to freeze, with only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears.

Mo Yingchen could feel that the aura around Bone King seemed to become even more profound and unfathomable at that moment.

“Second.” Mo Yingchen swallowed and continued.

“After reincarnation, all your cultivation will be gone, and you will need to start from scratch.”

He paused, mustered up his courage, looked up at Bone King, his tone tentative.

“Are you…really sure you want to reincarnate? The world is in turmoil and the situation is chaotic…you are the Lord of the Undead…”

After Mo Yingchen’s words, the Bone King’s originally excited light cooled down instantly, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on him.

He stood frozen in place, his skull drooping slightly, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering.

There was silence all around, only the wind blowing through the treetops, making a rustling sound and the atmosphere was solemn.

Mo Yingchen’s heart was pounding as he nervously waited for Bone King’s reply.

Time passes by every second.

Finally, Bone King moved.

He slowly raised his head, and his empty eyes turned to Mo Yingchen again.

The soul fire returned to calm, but there seemed to be a hint of complexity and incomprehensibility in it.

“I see.”