Chapter 161: Corpse Mountain and Bone Ridge, Ghost Soldiers Passing Through

Chapter 161: Corpse Mountain and Bone Ridge, Ghost Soldiers Passing Through

The ghosts and gods that have been immersed for a long time appear again.

The day he comes to earth will bring blood and blood.

Mythical magic and martial arts collided again, and this time they were crushed without any suspense.

"Shall we break open the city gate directly? Disciple, please take action without bothering the True Lord."

The thick black iron city gate was as brittle as tissue paper in front of a dragon monk like Zhu Yuan.

"No need to go through the main entrance, just give them a surprise!"

Xu Xuan and Zhu Yuan tied their horses in the grove, came not far from the city gate, put their hands on Zhu Yuan's shoulders, and disappeared in a whoosh.

This is the divine foot power.

The target is too big just by flying, and even if it is fast, it will be blocked by obstacles. Only this point-to-point flashing skill is the best for killing people and setting fires.

Wow!

The next second, the two appeared in the deserted street.

There was a curfew in the county and the streets were deserted.

Xu Xuan pinched his fingers and recited the incantation silently.

A green mist slowly rose from the ground, and in an instant, the entire street was filled with ghostly mist.

A group of terracotta warriors and horses slowly appeared in the mist. They were dressed as soldiers of the Qin Dynasty, with bright paint and a strange smile on their faces. They filled the entire street silently.

Black clouds cover the moonlight, and above the clouds are rows of ghosts and gods with red hair like fire and green faces and fangs. The twelve ghosts and gods headed by them are even more than ten feet tall and look like giants. Behind them are ten rampant soldiers, a total of one hundred. Twenty rampaging soldiers.

The combined strength of ghosts and gods is close to a thousand.

On another street, two soldiers walked together, patrolling with lanterns.

The lantern looked relatively weak in the dark night, but it also gave them a great sense of security.

"It's so cold. What's going on? Why does it get so cold tonight?"

The two of them were breathing heavily and shivering, as if they were freezing.

At this time, the light of the lantern gradually turned into a faint green, and their faces also turned green.

A sense of panic suddenly arose in the hearts of the two of them, their eyes met, and their two hearts trembled.

Suddenly, a figure in front attracted their attention.

The figure turned its back to them, with its head lowered, and its back was tall and broad.

"Who is this?"

The two walked forward slowly, and the man seemed to notice them, so he turned around.

It was an extremely terrifying face, with short blood-red hair, blue-gray skin, no whites of the eyes, only dark pupils, and a weird smile on his face.

"Uh..." Before they could scream, spears from the front, back, left, and right penetrated their bodies. Before they died, they saw countless ghosts appearing around them.

The killing was continuing, and the people could only hear screams, but they did not dare to open their doors to watch for fear of getting into trouble. Some of the bolder ones looked through the cracks in the door, and were so frightened that their orifices were filled with smoke.

"The Yin soldiers are crossing the border! The Yin soldiers are crossing the border!!"

The man let out a scream, then fell to the ground and died suddenly. He was actually scared to death.

This movement also made the surrounding neighbors afraid to look at it.

Everything involving ghosts and gods must be taboo.

It was a night of killing, but also a night of quiet.

On the other side, Xu Xuan and Zhu Yuan remained where they were.

Zhu Yuan's inner shock could not calm down for a long time.

Even though I have seen him once before, seeing him again now makes me feel very excited.

Is this a ghost?

The method of torturing ghosts and summoning gods is indeed terrifying, how can ordinary warriors resist it?

It’s nothing more than crushing, crushing, crushing again.

Spells and martial arts are no longer in the same dimension.

"Let's go! Go to Song Mansion!"

On the other side, the terracotta warriors and horses came to the Lingnan Army camp.

The atmosphere in the camp was lively. Song Ziyu and everyone exchanged cups and cups, coming and going, wishing success for the great cause.

Suddenly, shouts of killing came from outside.

"There's a ghost!!"

"The Heavenly Soldiers of Qin are here!!"

The screams of soldiers could be heard outside.

"What's going on? People from the Taoist sect are coming to kill?" Song Ziyu and others became alert.

boom!

Suddenly, a soldier covered in blood rushed in and stumbled.

"What's going on?" Everyone quickly helped him up.

"There's... there's a ghost... The Heavenly Soldiers of Qin are coming..."

After that, the soldier died of anger.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that this guy might be crazy and couldn't even speak clearly.

When they opened the curtain and took a look, the sight in front of them almost made them breathless.

Ghosts and gods laughed and roared in the sky, swooping down from time to time to harvest human heads.

The terracotta warriors and horses organized a charge, fearless of death, invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and could be quickly regenerated even if they were broken.

Soldiers are not machines. Too many casualties will damage morale. Usually, if the number of casualties exceeds one-tenth and the soldiers do not fall apart, they are considered elite soldiers. They cannot have the habit of not retreating even after being beaten.

Now that incomprehensible ghosts and gods appeared, the morale of the soldiers was even lower. After two or three rounds of charges, the formation was suddenly in chaos and morale collapsed.

The assembled army of 30,000 people ran around and trampled countless people to death.

The ghosts and gods are like wolves entering the flock of sheep, killing them until no one is left alive, and the earth becomes fishy.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Song Ziyu broke out in cold sweat. Until now, he finally knew what kind of existence Tang Ming faced back then.

Song Ziyu has always been dissatisfied with Tang Ming. During the first battle that year, he believed that it was purely because of Tang Ming's level. If it were him, it might be better.

Now that he saw these ghosts and gods, he understood that it might be worse if it was him.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Song Ziyu wanted to cry but had no tears. He already knew the fate of the Song family and other families in Lingnan.

What they will face in the future is brutal extermination.

On the other side, a light flashed inside the Song family. Song Lin stood at a high place and saw the scene happening several miles away with his sharp eyes.

"This... actually exists..." Even though Song Lin was well-informed, he still couldn't help but be shocked by it.

At this time, in the Qi machine he sensed, a mysterious and mysterious breath, as vast as the sea, came.

Turning around, he saw a Taoist coming on a cloud.

The moonlight is like a veil, surrounding the Taoist.

Jade flesh and golden bones, the appearance of a god.

When he saw the Taoist, these words came to Song Lin's mind.

If you had doubts about the so-called gods before, now you have no doubts at all.

The person in front of me is indeed a true immortal.

Song Lin bowed his hands in greeting and said, "Song Lin from Lingnan is here to see the gods! I'm an ignorant dog, so I hope the gods will forgive me!"

"You want to negotiate terms with me?" Xu Xuan didn't say anything, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Song Lin's heart sank, thinking that trouble had indeed come.

I'm wondering how to deal with it.

"I am willing to surrender. Can you spare them? I guarantee that they will never appear in this life! As for the Lingnan family, the gods' methods are too cruel and may be detrimental to the reputation of the gods."

"We are still negotiating terms. Haha, do gods need fame? If gods don't bring mountains of corpses and bones, and their blood sinks into the galaxy, can An be called a god?"

Xu Xuan's words were full of blood.

With the Heavenly Constitution in your mouth, one word can determine the lives and deaths of millions of people.

Song Lin knew that the matter could not be resolved. His son had cheated me after all. Fortunately, the second son left with the others. He hoped that they could live a good life and not think about revenge for himself.

The second child has survival wisdom and knows what to do.

Thinking of this, Song Lin pulled out his long knife and was about to commit suicide in front of Xu Xuan.

I hope to use my own tragic situation to arouse Xu Xuan's compassion and do less killing in the future.

"Wait a minute, draw the sword. You have the will to fight in your heart. Give you a chance to draw the sword!"

Standing in the clouds, Xu Xuan looked graceful.

"Thank you, Zhenjun!"

Song Lin's momentum suddenly rose, skyrocketing, and rising again.

Then he jumped up high and his sword energy was three feet long.

A sword that gathers all the strength of the whole body and a life-long thought.

The Qi machines within a radius of several miles are pulling at each other, and a sense of extreme danger arises in the hearts of the creatures, just like a long knife is pressed against their necks, and a beast is pouncing on them.

"So strong, I have perfected my sword skills." Xu Xuan was speechless.

In fact, the masters in this world are all geniuses. If they were placed in the Mirror Realm, they would at least be the ancestors of the Golden Elixir.

It's a pity that the world limits them.

Xu Xuan did not dare to take it lightly. He could not underestimate any master. In this world, he was equivalent to holding a Gatling gun against a group of primitive people with cold weapons.

But don’t forget that cold weapons can kill people too.

Xu Xuan just wanted to see Song Lin's sword skills and improve his martial arts plan, not a one-on-one showdown between real men.

Thinking of this, Xu Xuan took a step forward, activated his divine foot power, and appeared behind Song Lin.

This kind of magic that surpasses martial arts and has no trajectory is unstoppable in this world.

Whoosh!

Xu Xuan pointed out, and the golden light penetrated the back of Song Lin's head.

The Grand Master has a tenacious vitality, and even after being pierced through the head, he is still alive, like a kite falling to the ground with its string cut off.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, Song Lin had a smile on his lips.

Although he was very unwilling to do so, with Xu Xuan in charge of the Taoist sect, the Han family Taoism had never been left behind, and his dream could be considered fulfilled.

boom!

A generation of great masters passed away.

Xu Xuan fell to the ground.

Zhu Yuan is killing randomly with ghosts and gods, and tonight is another killing night.

The emperor's star is swaying, and his heart is confused.

This is a sign of using weapons.

Rivers of blood flowed from the killings, and the earth was filled with stench.

No one can stop Xu Xuan's footsteps.

Within the Song family treasure house, Xu Xuan discovered many ancient treasures and murals, as well as some martial arts classics.

From the clues in the murals, it is indeed discovered that dragons exist in this world. Ancient ancestors left portraits of dragons on the murals. Some are crocodiles, some are giant pythons, and some are exactly the same as the dragons in mythology.

There are even traces of the Feathered Man in these murals.

"Feathered People..." Maybe the ancient feathered people really existed, but disappeared for some reason. If they left behind a physical body or some treasure, it would be a great improvement for themselves.

At night, Xu Xuan set off overnight and rushed to Guijun.

…

Two months later.

High mountains and vast blue waves.

Xu Xuan floated a bamboo raft on the river, and a golden sun slowly rose from the top of the mountain. The golden light passed through the clouds and projected on the river. The reflections of the mountains reflected each other, making the waves sparkling and beautiful, unlike the human world.

The river here is green and clear, and you can see the bottom of the river when the sun is good.

There is a dark-skinned young man behind him. The young man seems to be very afraid of this place, but he is reluctant to part with the gold and silver in his arms.

The bamboo raft came to a tributary in the gap between the mountains. The tributary was not wide, about five feet. The vegetation on both sides was lush, and the branches stretched out to the river and entangled together. Various birds and small animals passed through, and there were more colorful snakes and giants. python.

Whoosh!

The poisonous snake rushed over and was cut into pieces by the sword energy in the next second.

"The Mangjiang River has arrived. I won't go, Your Majesty! Please spare the little one!" The young man finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"also."

Xu Xuan dropped another piece of gold and silver and sulfur to drive away snakes, and swooped into the jungle on both sides.