Chapter 1793 (1/2)

The landing point of the undead landing on the land of the buried dragon is in the south. Zela and a group of undead crouch on the sea, just like a watchman's stone

Three days later, a huge ship appeared on the sea. It was all gray and black, and the skeleton flag was flying in the wind.

Shen Yanxiao is speechless. Such a boat full of signs of the dead has come from the sea with such a stab. It's really unscientific that the mermaid in the sea hasn't attacked.

How confident the undead must be to shine the flag of the skeleton.

Pulling his cloak, Shen Yanxiao hides himself in a group of low spirits.

When the ship came ashore, a group of undead people came down from the ship, walking at the front end, surrounded by a dozen of undead people. With a silver gray robe, they were quite outstanding. Even if the other party was the undead, Shen Yanxiao had to admit that the appearance of the emperor's son of the undead didn't exist.

Apart from the gray skin, the appearance of the dark night and the magic of five animals have a fight, but the ghost's unique gloomy breath has always surrounded him, living a full of vitality to the young sunshine into a full of depression.

Under the hint of Shen Yanxiao, Zela came to the dark night with a flattering smile.

”Subordinate Zela, see your highness at night!”

The long and narrow eyes of Danfeng narrowed slightly in the dark night. She swept Zela's face coldly and nodded perfunctorily. One by one, the higher dead standing behind him have higher eyes than the sky, and arrogance makes people hate to go up and slap each other.

”And the saars? Why didn't you come to meet your highness? ” He frowned a little after one of the high dead in the dark night. He was dissatisfied that he didn't see sal.