Longhai County City, Prince Liang's Mansion.
Three thousand armored soldiers stood tall in the rainy night. From Liu Kuan, the commander of the county soldiers, to the captains and centurions among the three thousand armored soldiers, everyone was sitting on the horse with dragon scales. After the man drew his sword, he drew it out loudly.
The saber was unsheathed, and the clanging sound was shocking.
Crazy Blade He Liang was soaked by the rain all over. He held the huge Crazy Blade Xiaochou with one hand and dragged it on the ground. His sharp eyes stared at the decaying figure emerging in the West City.
Dead bodies are passing by, and the wind and rain are terrible!
The sudden golden light from the direction of Nancheng tore through the darkness and also tore apart the hearts of the people in the dark night.
During the day, thunder passed through the country, splitting the southern part of the county into ruins.
People in the county and city were panicked, and many people said that God was angry.
If the king's way is not revealed, God will punish him.
Nowadays, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is old and fatuous, and the imperial court is in disorder. Even the wise prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tang Shiqi, is in danger of death. How can God continue to watch such chaos?
"So God's thunder struck the Great Zhou Ancestral Court to warn the king and work hard to cure it!"
Rumors were rife in the city, so they had no intention of sleeping.
Nowadays, there is a golden light in the south city, and the windows in the city illuminated by the golden light are pushed open one after another, and people rush to see the sacred vision.
"God...what is that?!" Someone's shrill roar cut through the icy rain.
They were not shocked by the Buddhist teachings in Nancheng, but were frightened by the tide of corpses emerging from nowhere in the city!
West City is full of dead bodies, walking dead bodies!
The rotten stench cannot be washed away even by heavy rain.
The stench filled the West City, and those who witnessed the horror coming were pale and dumbfounded. They did not dare to make a sound, and their legs were trembling with fear, like chaff.
But there were also people who made shrill screams and were so frightened by the horrific scene that they lost their minds. They felt that the end was coming, the universe was reversed, and yin and yang were reversed.
But the tide of dead bodies passing by seemed to show no interest in the living people. They just stiffened and silently ran in the same direction.
The end point of the direction is Prince Liang’s Mansion!
"So many dead bodies?" Long Xiang, the young master of the Demon Temple, opened the window, and the stench of the dead hit his face, almost suffocating him.
On the long street below the attic, the gloomy army of the dead lined up in a decaying black dragon, rushing there silently, which only made people's scalp numb to watch.
"I heard that during the National War, there was a mass grave to the west of Longhai County. The corpses of those who died in the war and had no time to bury them were all piled up there." Yan Yun said with a heavy tone, "Could it be that, then Did you wake up all the dead bodies in the mass grave?"
Hearing this, Long Xiang took a closer look, and sure enough, among the densely packed procession of dead bodies, he saw some corpses with shabby armor hanging on them. If Yan Yun hadn't reminded them, he wouldn't have been able to tell them apart.
Those rotten armors and the broken bodies of the corpses were almost fused together. After being washed away by the rain, it made people sick to see them.
"I have long heard that in the Battle of Hulao Pass that year, 200,000 dead people galloped outside the pass and killed the entire Heyang army. Heyang Hou Mu Suifeng also died in the battle." Long Xiang said, with a twisted expression on his face. "The horror I saw today was really shocking!"
"Young Master, these dead people crawling out from the mass graves are probably aiming at Prince Liang's Mansion." Yan Yun squinted his eyes and said, "A bloody battle tonight is inevitable. Now the Young Master has witnessed this with his own eyes. Horrible, don’t you know?”
Long Xiang, the young master of the Demon Temple, raised his head and looked at Nancheng where the golden light was rising into the sky. He grinned and said, "Old Yan, aren't you interested in the person who caused terror? Such a person is like the same spirit as our Demon Temple." Zhi, why should we worry about not being able to overthrow the control of Yunhai Xianmen and Jixia Academy in the north?"
As soon as these words came out, the kind-faced old man was stunned.
"Young Master, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." Yan Yun advised, "A person who can create such terror must be an extremely dangerous person. If you contact him rashly, you may have worries. Besides, this person appears in Longhai County. The people from the Buddhist sect showed up immediately, I want to come, don’t think it’s those old guys who are plotting against that person. Young Master is the mainstay of my Demon Temple, so you must not take any personal risks!”
"Just taking a look, nothing happened." Long Xiang frowned, his tone a little unhappy.
Yan Yun wanted to persuade him again, but Long Xiang had already made up his mind. How could he listen to him? The old man could only sigh and thought to himself that if something went wrong, he would have to risk his life to save Long Xiang.
The endless army of corpses in West City crossed the long street and walked silently towards Prince Liang's Mansion.
Wherever they passed, rotten water mixed with rainwater, leaving a black liquid in the long street, with a foul stench.
The corpse poison is silently devouring Xicheng.
After this battle, even if someone survives, the corpse poison that has invaded every corner of the West City may cause a great plague!
By then, there will be mourning all over the place and life will be cut off.
The violent violence that arises on a rainy night quietly bends and stretches.
The advance troops of the Corpse Corps had already appeared in the sight of the three thousand elite soldiers guarding Prince Liang's Mansion.
He Liang drew his sword and stood high on the dragon scale horse. The three thousand soldiers behind him all looked horrified after seeing the dead bodies emerging at the end of the long street.
But with He Liang in front and Gucheng behind, these three thousand elites didn't dare to make a sound. They only followed the general on horseback to draw his sword. It seemed that the sonorous sound of the saber being unsheathed could alleviate the endless fear in their hearts.
dead.
Everywhere you look is dead people.
Those dead people were disgustingly rotten, but they still crawled out of the mass graves, dominated by an unknown fate, and rushed to the battlefield.
When He Liang saw the dead bodies appearing in his sight, he was stunned for a moment, and then started to charge.
The densely packed dead people started running, shouting and swarming behind each other. For a moment, the stench of decay was like a dark giant beast. Facing three thousand elite soldiers, it let out a suffocating roar!
Silent charge!
The dead were running wildly, and some extremely rotten corpses were running around. Their limbs decomposed themselves and were covered by the black wave. They were trampled into pus-like mud and merged with the earth.
The dragon-scaled horse under He Liang's crotch spurted out two streams of white steam, and its huge horse hooves tapped the ground restlessly, making a thumping sound.
The right-hand man of General Zhenxi finally spoke.
"Fellow soldiers, I, He Liang, followed the general to guard the Great Wall of the North for ten years!" He Liang looked ferocious and shouted, "Where is the Great Wall of the North? It is the dignity of the four major passes of the North! It is a cruel and bitter cold place. , is a place of imprisonment and exile, and a natural chasm responsible for the survival of the entire northern border!"
Everyone listened.
The autumn rain was fierce and the dead charged. Everyone held the sword in their hands tightly, because it was about to be the weapon they relied on to survive.
"Beyond the Great Wall of the North are the barbarians in the far north! The Great Wall of the North not only protects the destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also the destiny of the entire northern territory!" He Liang said, "For ten years near the Great Wall, the generals conquered the barbarians, large and small. There have been hundreds of battles. Every time he charged on the battlefield, the general would say something. Today, I will tell you these words!"
He Liang roared loudly, his eyes filled with divine light, "If I charge, you follow me! If I retreat, you chop off my head! If I die in battle, you all avenge me!" The army obeys the order and follows the general to charge!!"
He Liang took the lead, dragging his knife and running wildly towards the army of the dead.
That order made the blood of the three thousand soldiers boil. For a moment, the crowd was excited, and the shouts of killing went straight into the sky!
"kill!"
"kill!!"
"kill!!!"
The two waves moved towards each other, and a fierce street fight broke out in an instant!
He Liang used his horse to drag the sword, and the mad sword Xiaochou was swept out by the mighty man. The sword energy came out horizontally, like a ray of solid moonlight, and with one strike, hundreds of the incoming private legions were killed.
One general took the lead, He Liang, one man, one horse, one sword at a time. As if entering an uninhabited land, he only killed the army of dead men to pieces. The attic buildings on both sides of the long street were riddled with holes by the sword energy that surged vertically and horizontally. .
The autumn rain continued, and the dead charged silently, one wave after another, tirelessly.
Three thousand soldiers followed He Liang to open a blocking front, and in one moment they killed the Army of the Dead, which was several times their strength, until they were unable to move even an inch.
After all, the dead people crawling out of the mass graves had been dead for more than seventy years. Even the corpses awakened from the new graves were vulnerable to He Liang's mad knife.
For a time, the situation became one-sided. The living side was devastated and unstoppable, but the dead side was retreating steadily and was killed with mutilated limbs everywhere.
"These dead people are nothing more than that!" As they fought hard, the three thousand soldiers felt that chopping down these terrifying-looking dead people was easier than chopping firewood, and they couldn't help but laugh ferociously, "Brothers, charge!!"
"kill!!--"
The battle was heating up at the front, and behind, Bai Ze and the others had broken out of the tattered walls of Prince Liang's Mansion and witnessed the killings between the living and the dead.
Chen Ping, Pei Guoguo, Chen Qing, Wang Han, and Kong Kong all saw such a terrifying scene for the first time. The rotting corpses rushed here like a tide, as if they could not be killed or cut off.
The faces of these people all showed fear to a greater or lesser extent.
Especially the young monk Kongkong from Xuankong Temple was so frightened by the strange sight that his face turned pale. He clasped his hands together and kept chanting the Buddha's name.
But among everyone, only Bai Ze's face was ferocious and gloomy.
In the battle of Hulao Pass two years ago, the scene of an army of 200,000 dead, under the control of Li Tianxing and Xian Zhen, repeatedly breaching Hulao Pass, seemed to be right in front of them.
The faces of those who died in battle under the city gates, Mu Suifeng, Silent Lord, the soldiers of Hulao Pass, and the cavalry rushing to the rescue from Heyang City, flashed quickly in Bai Ze's mind.
It's him! !
Bai Ze suddenly raised his head and looked at Nancheng where golden light was rising into the sky.
No matter how powerful Li Tianxing is, he still doesn't have the ability to resurrect Xian Zhen and command 200,000 dead people to attack Hulao Pass! After that battle, Bai Ze thought hard and determined that the creator of that terrifying scene was definitely related to the strange string of beads on Li Tianxing's wrist at that time!
Moreover, in the decisive battle between Xie Xuan and Li Tianxing, the mysterious black robe finally appeared, slashed Li Tianxing's arm, and took away the strange string of beads.
Now that the army of the dead has appeared again in the city, Bai Ze immediately thinks of the black robe that appeared in Hulao Pass.
Xie Xuan went out of the city to chase Black Robe, but his whereabouts and life or death were unknown.
Now if it is really that black robe, then where is Xie Xuan?
Bai Ze felt dizzy for a moment and almost fell to the ground.
"Junior brother!" Pei Guoguo was the first to notice something strange about Bai Ze and spoke anxiously.
"No, no, no!" Bai Ze looked painful. When he thought that Xie Xuan had probably been killed, his blood surged and he couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood.
"White Pond!"
Now not only Pei Guoguo, but also everyone around him became panicked.
But Bai Ze turned a deaf ear, and the army of dead people continued like an endless stream. The breath of the undead stimulated the prison to emit a high-pitched sword cry.
Without saying a word, Bai Ze directly used Shadow Escape, and his whole body sank directly into the darkness, disappearing without a trace in front of everyone.
Everyone was shocked, and before they could react, they saw the battle ahead suddenly changed!
Among the mighty army of the dead, a strange team appeared.
There were only twelve dead men in that team.
The twelve dead people were obviously much stronger than the other dead people.
They were in a group of four, carrying three brand-new coffins on their shoulders in the gloomy torrent, and silently walked towards the center of the battle.
The autumn rain fell on the three dark coffins, splashing cold water.
Carrying the coffin on a rainy night.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chilling fear in their hearts.
Weird.
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