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

The ghosts and gods who had been immersed for a long time appeared again.

The day they descended on the earth must bring blood and rain.

Mythology magic and martial arts collided again, and this time it was another crushing victory without suspense.

"Shall we break the city gate directly? Let the disciples do it, no need to trouble the true master."

The heavy black iron city gate was as fragile as thin paper in front of a dragon cultivator like Zhu Yuan.

"No need to go through the main gate, 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 the two disappeared in a flash.

This is the divine foot pass.

If you just rely on flying, the target is too big, even if the speed is fast, it will be blocked by obstacles. Only this point-to-point flashing skill is the best for killing and arson.

Wow!

The next second, the two appeared on the empty street.

The county city is under curfew, and the streets are empty.

Xu Xuan pinched his fingers and silently recited the spell.

Green mist slowly rose from the ground, and in an instant, the whole street was shrouded in ghost fog.

A group of terracotta warriors slowly emerged from the mist, dressed as Qin Dynasty soldiers, with bright oil paint and a strange smile on their faces, silently covering the entire street.

Black clouds blocked the moonlight, and on the clouds were rows of ghosts with red hair like fire, green faces and fangs. The twelve ghosts in the lead were ten feet tall and looked like giants. There were ten soldiers standing behind each of them, a total of one hundred and twenty soldiers.

The total number of ghosts and gods was nearly one thousand.

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

The lanterns in the dark night seemed relatively weak, but they also gave them a great sense of security.

"It's so cold, what's going on, why is it so cold tonight."

The two breathed and shivered, as if they were about to freeze.

At this time, the light of the lanterns gradually turned green, and their faces also turned green.

The two of them were filled with fear, and their eyes met, their legs trembling.

Suddenly, a figure in front of them attracted their attention.

The figure had his back to them, his head down, and his back was tall and broad.

"Who is this?"

The two of them walked forward slowly, and the man seemed to have noticed 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, long spears from all directions penetrated their bodies, and before they died, they saw countless ghosts appearing around them.

The killing was continuing, and the people only heard screams, but they didn't dare to open the door to watch, for fear of getting into trouble. Some of the braver ones watched through the cracks in the door, and were immediately scared to death.

"Ghost soldiers are passing through! Ghost soldiers are passing through!!"

The man screamed, then fell to the ground and died suddenly, and was actually scared to death.

This movement also made the neighbors around dare not watch anymore.

Anything involving ghosts and gods must be taboo.

This is a night of killing, but also a quiet night.

On the other side, Xu Xuan and Zhu Yuan are still there.

Zhu Yuan's inner shock could not be calmed for a long time.

Even though he had seen it once before, he was scared when he saw it again.

Is this a ghost?

The means of torturing ghosts and summoning gods are indeed terrifying. How can ordinary warriors resist it?

It's nothing more than crushing, crushing, and crushing again.

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

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

On the other side, the Terracotta Army came to the Lingnan Army camp.

In the camp, the atmosphere was warm. Song Ziyu and everyone toasted each other, and wished each other success.

Suddenly, shouts and killings came from outside.

"There are ghosts!!"

"The Qin Heavenly Soldiers are coming!!"

Screams of soldiers came from outside.

"What's going on? Are the Taoists coming to kill?" Song Ziyu and others became alert.

Bang!

Suddenly, a soldier covered in blood rushed in, staggered and fell.

"What happened?" Everyone hurriedly helped him up.

"There are... ghosts... The Qin Heavenly Soldiers are coming..."

After saying that, the soldier died.

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

When they lifted the curtain and took a look, the scene in front of them almost made them faint.

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

The Terracotta Warriors organized the charge, fearless of death, invulnerable to swords and guns, and could be quickly regenerated even if they were broken.

Soldiers are not machines, and too many casualties will also hurt morale. Usually, if the casualties exceed one-tenth and they do not fall apart, they are already elite soldiers, and it is impossible for them to have the habit of not retreating even if they are all killed.

Now that incomprehensible ghosts and gods have appeared, the morale of the soldiers is even lower. After two or three rounds of charge, the formation suddenly became chaotic and the morale collapsed.

The gathered 30,000 troops ran around and trampled countless people to death.

The ghosts and gods were like wolves entering a flock of sheep, killing all without leaving a single sheep alive, and the earth was filled with the smell of blood.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu was sweating profusely. Until now, he finally knew what kind of existence Tang Ming faced back then.

Song Ziyu has always been dissatisfied with Tang Ming. In the battle that year, he thought that Tang Ming's level was purely problematic. If it was him, it might be better.

Now seeing these ghosts and gods, he understands 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 ending of the Song family and the families in Lingnan.

What they will face in the future is inhumane extinction.

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

"This... actually happened..." Even though Song Lin, who was well-informed, was still shocked.

At this time, in the aura he sensed, a mysterious and vast breath came from it.

Turning his head, he saw the Taoist riding a cloud.

The moonlight was like a veil, surrounding the Taoist.

Jade skin and golden bones, the appearance of a fairy.

Seeing the Taoist, Song Lin thought of this sentence.

If he had doubts about the so-called immortals before, he had no doubts now.

The man in front of him was indeed a real immortal.

Song Lin bowed and said, "Song Lin from Lingnan pays homage to the immortals! My son is ignorant, I hope the immortals will forgive me!"

"You want to negotiate with me?" Xu Xuan did not greet him, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

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

He was struggling with how to deal with it.

"I am willing to surrender, can you spare them? I promise that they will never appear in this life! As for the Lingnan family, the immortals' methods are too cruel, I am afraid it will be detrimental to the reputation of the immortals."

"Still negotiating conditions, haha, do immortals need a reputation? If the immortals do not bring mountains of corpses and bones, and blood sinks into the stars, how can they be called immortals?"

Xu Xuan's words were full of blood.

He spoke the law of heaven, and his words determined the lives of millions of people.

Song Lin knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. His son had betrayed his father after all. Fortunately, the second son took the others away. I hope they can live a good life and not think about revenge for him.

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

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

He hoped that his miserable situation would arouse Xu Xuan's sympathy and reduce killing in the future.

"Wait, draw your knife. You have the will to fight in your heart. I'll give you a chance to draw your knife!"

Standing in the clouds, Xu Xuan was elegant.

"Thank you, Master!"

Song Lin's momentum suddenly rose, soared, and rose again.

Then he jumped high, and his knife energy was three feet long.

A knife that gathered all the power of the whole body, a knife with a lifelong intention.

The qi in the area of ​​several miles was pulled, and the creatures felt extremely dangerous in their hearts, as if a long knife was against their necks and a beast pounced on them.

"So strong, the knife skills have been practiced to the extreme." Xu Xuan was amazed.

In fact, all the masters in this world are geniuses. If they were placed in the mirror world, they would at least become a golden elixir ancestor.

Unfortunately, the world restricts them.

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

But don't forget that cold weapons can also kill people.

Xu Xuan just wanted to see Song Lin's swordsmanship and improve his martial arts plan, not to have a real man's one-on-one duel.

Thinking of this, Xu Xuan took a step forward, activated the divine foot pass, 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 with one finger, and the golden light pierced through the back of Song Lin's head.

The great master had a strong vitality. After the piercing of the head, he was not dead yet, and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

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

Although he was unwilling, with Xu Xuan in charge of the Dao Sect, the Han Daoist tradition had never been lost, and he could be considered to have fulfilled his dream.

Bang!

A great master passed away.

Xu Xuan fell to the ground.

Zhu Yuan followed the ghosts and gods to kill, and tonight was another night of killing.

The Emperor Star was swaying, and Mars was guarding the heart.

This was a sign of war.

The blood flowed like a river, and the earth was filled with blood.

No one could stop Xu Xuan's footsteps.

In the Song family's treasure house, Xu Xuan found many ancient treasures and murals, as well as some martial arts books.

From the clues in the murals, it was indeed discovered that there were dragons in this world. The ancient ancestors left portraits of dragons on the murals. Some were crocodiles, some were giant pythons, and some were exactly the same as the dragons in mythology.

There were even traces of winged people in these murals.

"Winged people..." Perhaps the ancient winged people really existed, but disappeared for some reason. If they left their flesh or some treasures, it would be a great improvement for themselves.

At night, Xu Xuan set out to Gui County overnight.

…

Two months later.

The mountains are high and steep, and the blue waves are vast.

Xu Xuan floated on the river on a bamboo raft. A golden sun rose slowly from the top of the mountain. The golden light passed through the clouds and projected onto the river surface. The reflections of the mountains shone against each other, sparkling and beautiful.

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

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 give up 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 meters. The grass and trees on both sides were lush, and the branches stretched to the river surface and entangled together. Various birds and small animals passed by, and there were more colorful snakes and giant pythons.

Whoosh!

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

"We are at the Mangjiang River. I won't go there, my king! Spare me!" The young man finally couldn't help it.

"Okay."

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