Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Knock, knock, knock! ”

The faster thousands of Skull Troopers run, the sharper the bone friction sounds and converges into a creepy ocean.

More than a dozen meters or even a few dozen meters high, the White Barrier's Fortress and Siege Tower also slowly moved towards the walls, embraced by a cluster of skull soldiers.

Skull soldiers are followed by highly rotten, disgraceful walkers. A single glance can give people nightmares for three days and three nights.

Those specially refined copper, silver and gold corpses still guard the White Bone Palace deep inside the Yin Guard Ghost Army, watching the slight changes in the war scene coldly.

When Zhenhai listened to the full operation of the Tao Da Formation, the entire Dong Ning province was slightly trembling.

The spraying * of the blue arc tore apart one soul after another, skeletons and walkers.

But the extinction of the broken soul also greatly disrupted the operation of Zhenhai Hearing Tao Da Formation.

As more and more fragments of soul are freed from the air, ripples fluctuate more and more intensely in large arrays, and the colours diminish, becoming thinner and more permeable.

More and more spirits, skeletons and walkers burst into the interior of the defensive battle.

In many places, Zhenhai listened to the Tao Da Front and even the White Lotus Mist released by Yin soldiers and ghosts intertwined with each other, clashing with each other, devouring and melting, and a long-lasting cave emerged.

The vast white bone siege weapon in the Yin soldiers' ghost army passed through the cave and marched inches toward Donning City.

“Exorcise the demons, this morning! ”

“One of your little presidents is in town. Do you want them to be like this? ”

“Go, go, Yu Qiong Building, Dongjiang Club, Haisha Pie and 12 other sects jointly released rewards, brave fighters, priority to be included in sects, become disciples of the outside world! The former outside disciple can also be promoted to the inner disciple! The disciples of the inner gate, according to the battle merit, each has its own kung fu, magic treasure and crystal stone! ”

Since ancient times, according to the guardians of the city, there has never been a foolish curling over the city building passively beaten, so that the sturdy city pool could not be guarded for three days.

You must select the best soldiers in the city, take the initiative, destroy the enemy's siege weapons, and frustrate the enemy's morale!

While the Yin soldiers and ghosts had not yet attacked, the main gate of Donning City slowly opened, the city court elite iron rolled out like a black iron cyclone, followed closely by the low-ranking disciples of the various sects.

As for the high-ranking monks, naturally they become a ray of light, plundering the past into the shadows of the sky!

For the rest of the life of the court elite, there is a bloody and inviolable murderous atmosphere. The killing atmosphere of many elite soldiers has gathered together, and it has been held by the practitioners, forming a red mist with a flurry of substance.

Where the fog spreads, the Yin soldiers and ghosts everywhere are like touching lava, making a "squeak” strange scream, producing a hinge of white smoke, the heavy ones are extinguished invisible, the light ones are to be burned to the majority of the spirits, into a twisted corrugation.

Not to mention, among the eighteen magical treasures of the sacrificed sword gun, the red orange, red, green, blue, purple and bright, like a sword to stab the heart of the Yin soldiers, almost no Yin soldiers, is the enemy of their union!

“Wow! Wow, wow! ”

The army was destroyed and decayed, and soon several white bone platforms and siege towers bursting into the town sea and listening to the Great Tao Formation were destroyed.

Once the White Bone Tribunal collapses, the White Lotus fog covered over the head of the Yin soldiers ghost immediately dissipates, losing the protection of the White Lotus fog, many new dead souls can no longer sustain the spirit, collapse, annihilate, dissipate on the spot, even old ghosts, become a little anxious, hesitant, like losing the most sturdy armor.

At first glance, the Yin soldiers' ghost army is broken at the touch and is not at all an opponent of the practitioners and the imperial army.

But a closer look reveals that over time, more and more Yin soldiers are “tragically dying" beneath the magicians' treasures, but they corrode many treasures without light, hidden in a grey or black airflow, such as a little snake.

And seemingly killing the Quartet, like the bamboo broken fixers, also an Indochina Hall dark, blind eyes, movement slower and slower, a strange expression gradually appeared on their faces that they did not even perceive.

Even standing on a spiritual flying boat, Li Yao can sense the battlefield below, like a pot of boiling venom, “Gu Gu Gu" produces a deadly gas.

As long as we are on this battlefield, even if the realm is higher, the Taoist fixer with a strong heart, or even the mightier Pharaoh, will inevitably be disturbed, polluted and corroded by a large number of wretched souls. Even if we win, we will kill 1,000 enemies and damage ourselves by 800 tragic victories.

This is why Yin soldiers and Ghost Army are horrible and the vast majority of practitioners are reluctant to collide positively with Yin soldiers and Ghost Army.

Suddenly...

A powerful southeastern sectarian local monk in the front, just carrying a hefty nine-ring gold back chopping horse knife, one knife smashing a dozen skeleton soldiers, another palm thunder blowing dozens of wrecks of souls out of smoke, but all of a sudden his eyes were open, his face was blue, his face appeared a crossed black pattern, such as a huge spider lying on the face door, throwing the knife aside, dead stuck his neck, rolling all over, screaming!

But he was an old man or a few, and while he was not good enough, he went into his brain and launched a deadly spiritual attack on him!

The fall of this southeastern monk is like a signal, under the wraps of more and more old ghosts, more practitioners somehow dance by hand, spit foam, and lose consciousness!

After a moment of painful struggle, some people spray intense black gas into their mouth, nose and ears, and the black gas is filled with “squeaky” screams, which are old people dispersed from their brains, unable to attach, severely weakened, even without them replenishing the knife, will be torn to pieces.

But there are also some spirits that are more fragile, or just injured low-order monks, after a severe tremor, will completely turn into puppets with dark air, blue muscle exposure, prominent eyes, dead air. Instead, they will not say a word, pick up their swords, and kill them against their own comrades!

These people, either succeeded in being possessed by old geeks or were disturbed by vaginas in their hearing, vision and olfactory nerves, causing them to mistakenly assume that their comrades around them were rotten walkers, waving swords and yelling at their comrades!

Originally inappropriate practitioners and imperial armies suddenly made a mess.

Elite in the Ghost Army, copper corpses, silver corpses and gold corpses made from special microbes, and super skeletons made from all kinds of animal skeletons, with evil symbols engraved on their bones, are finally on the move!

These elite fights, at least comparable to the refinery of the cultivators, even the founding brothers, moved very quickly, without the rigidity, slowness and rigidity of ordinary walkers and skeletons, and in a blink of an eye they were killed beneath Donning City.

One of the few high-ranking brothers in Donning City also leaned out into the nest and was killed by the Yin soldiers, marking the culmination of this battle between the living and the dead!

“Now! ”

In the sky, loose Yin soldiers and ghosts were observed. A spiritual boat was able to leave the battlefield slowly. It circled from the right wing of the battlefield and swept away towards each other's rear array.

Five streams of light have jumped out of the ship's side, like five meteors, towards the heart of the Yin soldier's ghost army, the White Bone Palace!

“Mama White Lotus must be in the White Bone Taoist Palace. Just kill her and you can calm this ghost mess! ”

“Dear Daoists, be careful not to get involved with the ghosts around you. If you are contaminated by thousands of shadows, the spirit can temporarily fail to function, and you can easily fall into the siege of the army. Even if you can escape from birth, you will have to damage a lot of repairs! ”

“Lady White Lotus is vain, has no fixed shape, and is extremely difficult to capture and kill, you must be careful! ”

Five currents, nature is Li Yao, Yan Leaving, Qi Zhongdao, Ba Xiaoyu and Master Bitter Cicada five super yuan babies.

Only five of them could have killed Mother White Lotus under the guard of thousands of Yin soldiers and ghosts.

However, a thought to put Ma Bai Lian in the middle of the dead will naturally not know, but Li Yao saved a different thought, wanted to put Ma Bai Lian in a horse, then took the opportunity to track her up and find Ma Bai Lian's nest.

This war between the living and the dead is purely a tragedy. While the living have the right to live, does the revenge of the dead not make any sense?

Even if we can truly suppress Aunt White Lotus completely today, as long as the world is still a big, airtight wine cylinder, it won't take long, there will still be countless grievances. In these grievances, a new “Red Lotus Mother”, “Black Lotus Mother” and “Green Lotus Mother” will be born!

Li Yiu Yin is determined to break this cylinder in his own way and end this endless tragedy!

Five streams of light instantly rushed into the army of the devil, immediately surrounded by the ubiquitous white lotus mist.

Li Yaoqing clearly perceived what was going on when he was allegedly disturbed by the Yin Ghost.

It was like there were countless pieces of memory going through his brain so hard that he instantly felt countless pieces of a broken life.

In a trance, he seemed to be a disaster victim struggling in a torrential hurry, watching his home devoured by the floods.

The next second, he turned into another patient burned by the wind, lying unattended on the side of the road, slowly dying in anguish like a giant ant phage.

In the third second, he became another hungry disaster victim, filled with weeds and bark, watching the cultivation of the sect's golden and glorious mountain gate and falling obliquely on the ground.

Flood, flame, sun, beast!

Countless miserable images slide past his eyes.

Groaning, screaming, begging for forgiveness, cursing, beating!

Numerous voices also penetrated his eardrum.

Pain, fortune, hope, despair, hatred!

All kinds of negative emotions, like poisonous spiders, crawl around his cerebral cortex!