The flowers are sparse, the sky is pale, and the clouds are coming to count the snow.
The temperature has dropped a lot, and there is light snow falling in the sky. The long pine forest is covered with a layer of snowflakes, green and white.
With Nezha there, the army led by Zhang Guifang not only penetrated Chuzhou, but also went around Qinzhou behind Xiqi, completing the general encirclement.
Nezha is the son of Ying Jie, but he has not yet matured mentally. Now he has been ordered to guard Qinzhou and recite the Huangting Sutra given to him by Duobao every day.
It's true that he was born in response to a calamity, but he is also a practitioner. If he continues to kill without stopping, he may be controlled by his inner demons.
Last month, the Dashang army entered Xiqi territory and is now about to complete the siege of Qishan.
In the handsome tent, Fuhao was looking at the military aircraft battle report.
Xiqi resisted stubbornly. Even if it was surrounded, it was unwilling to give up any city easily.
And Dashang will not accept the surrender of any rebels.
All the rebel princes and nobles who were captured alive, including their families, were continuously transported to Chaoge to serve as sacrifices to the gods.
The cold wind blew into the handsome tent. Su Hu opened the tent and came in. He saluted respectfully and said:
"Reporting to Mu Xin, I heard that the 500,000-strong army led by Grand Master has arrived at the outskirts of Qishan Mountain."
Fuhao nodded and said softly:
"Well, let's order the grand master to repair in place and wait for military orders to prepare for the final decisive battle."
Su Hu hugged his hands and said, "Yes."
Being personally commanded by an ancestor with great military exploits in history is the dream of a merchant general.
Just like how he pacified the barbarians in the west, from the beginning of the war, Fu Hao just hung up Xiqi, who had no ability to deduce, and beat him.
Any tactics of the rebels were transparent to her, and the mountains and landscapes of Xiqi were completely engraved in her mind.
Now Xiqi has given up plotting and cunning, and is clinging to Tianxian and several important cities on the outskirts of Qishan Mountain.
They knew that surrender was useless and that everyone would be used as sacrifices, so they would rather die on the battlefield than on the altar.
Fuhao advanced steadily and began to shrink the encirclement. He wanted to concentrate all Xiqi's rebellion in Qishan and then solve it in one go.
To be honest, this was her first time commanding an army of more than two million people.
The first thing to do after the war is to disarm. After all, the land still needs to be populated.
Not long after, Zique opened the tent and walked in.
Another enemy of Xiqi who used the essence and blood of the great witch to strengthen his body has long since run back to Qishan.
Like Nezha, he penetrated Pizhou alone in the north.
The purpose of appearing on the frontal battlefield now is to prevent the enemy from jumping over the wall and slaughtering the great merchants and soldiers.
The righteous gods of humanity dare not leave the battlefield easily. From September to now, the karma on the battlefield has been so strong that even a little contamination will cause the spiritual platform to be covered in dust, thereby attracting the attention of the tribulation energy.
"General, when is the time for the general attack?"
Zique bowed slightly, even though the past has become history, he has not forgotten the identity of him and his wife.
The woman looked at the battle report and said:
"After completing the encirclement of Qishan, Da Zhu will personally appear on the battlefield to give orders."
Hearing this, Zique said doubtfully:
"Didn't you say that Da Zhu will be 'all right' after the traitors are wiped out?"
The woman was silent for a moment and said softly:
"Da Zhu said that he would open the temple above Qishan Mountain so that everyone could see the God of Wind, and then he would come to the world with the help of the God of Wind."
Zique was speechless, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Although the two of them were great blessings, they only forcibly carried the fate of the country and could not use it.
There is no ancestor god in the temple, and all the ancestors are sleeping and waiting for the national destiny to awaken.
But the wind god actually exists.
So they don't know how much of the legends about heaven are true.
After a moment, Zique took a deep breath and said:
"Finally we can see the Wind God."
After saying that, he bowed slightly, picked up his evil spirit spear, and left the handsome tent.
But if the wife is good, she will write a letter and have someone send it back to Chao Ge.
[Your Majesty, the victory has been decided, the God of Wind will appear in Qishan to help Da Zhu get rid of the curse]
…
Beihai City.
Compared to the purgatory-like environment of the past, the north is much better now.
Although the weather is still cold, the cold wind that once killed everything has disappeared.
Yun Zhongzi planted some of the best acquired spiritual roots in the north, and the spiritual energy brought vitality.
In addition, when he was setting up the formation, he also conveniently set up a large formation in the north that could change the climate. Soon, the weather in the north would become suitable for human race to reproduce.
There are very few mountains in the north, and they are basically plains. In the future, this area will become a place where big merchants raise spiritual beasts.
At this moment, he and Baiyao were standing on a snowy mountain, overlooking the black snowfield below.
"That's weird, why did it suddenly turn into a ghost realm?"
Yun Zhongzi was puzzled.
Baiyao frowned slightly, observing the hundreds of thousands of ghosts below.
There are soldiers from the Great Shang, as well as rebels from the North Sea and red-haired soldiers. Their bodies are illusory and covered with rotten flesh. They are wandering in the boundless black air, holding the weapons they used when they were alive, exuding monstrous Yin energy.
Half an hour ago, this place was still a vast white snowfield.
Suddenly, billowing black energy arose, and the ghosts of soldiers who died in the snowfield attacked all living creatures.
Yun Zhongzi, who was setting up the formation, cast a spell to save all the people on the snowy field, and then told Baiyao.
These ghosts are not ordinary ghosts, they all carry the karma generated during the decisive battle in the snowfield.
Directly contaminating karma is a taboo for practitioners.
The green rune in Bai Yao's hand lit up, and waves of wind with a sinister air blew through his hand, telling him the number of ghosts.
After learning the specific number, he frowned deeper and said:
"So many of the soldiers from both sides who died in the snowy field have not been reincarnated?"
This matter is simply impossible. Forget about the rebels having grievances. For the Dashan army, it is a very high honor for Da Zhu to personally conquer and pave the way for victory with his own death.
Yun Zhongzi has profound merit, but facing the karma carried by hundreds of thousands of innocent souls, he cannot solve the ghost realm in a short time.
When calamity sweeps across the world, the first to die are often those with too much karmic debt.
"Pindao, just take some time and let Da Zhu come. It's just that this matter is a bit strange."
Yun Zhongzi held the fly whisk in his hand, his expression indifferent.
Baiyao asked:
"Could someone have intervened?"
Yun Zhongzi shook his head slightly and said:
"There are no traces of magic."
The Yin Qi was overwhelming, and the ghosts were wandering aimlessly in broken armors. When they reached the border of the ghost realm, they turned around and walked deeper into the ghost realm.
Baiyao thought for a moment and said:
"I'll go in and try."
Yun Zhongzi hurriedly said:
"Best wishes, it's not good to be stained by so much karma."
Baiyao began to turn into wind and said with a smile:
“I have no fear of karma.”
He was bound to the destiny of the country. He was killed by the sparrow, killed by the wife, and killed by the royal family. All the karma was actually added to him.
But in the deep realm of human nature, the final form of karma, the karma beast, had already fled when it saw him.
But that will be twenty years later. In about five years, he will face the first counterattack of industry beasts on the national destiny.
Jin Zhuzhi took him twenty years later, which showed that he could survive the first counterattack of the Karma Beast.
But what price was paid is unknown.
But if the debt is too heavy to bear, what about the karma of hundreds of thousands of people?
When Zique attacked Pizhou alone, he killed more than 100,000 people, and hundreds of thousands of barbarian troops also died in his hands.
The karma accumulated by the royal family over the past six hundred years is astronomical.
Turning into wind, he appeared directly in the ghost realm.
Suddenly, a rebel ghost discovered him. He was stabbed through the throat in life and could not make any sound after death. He staggered and slashed at it with a knife.
"Qiang"
Its blade and the entire spiritual body were shattered by the spiritual light emerging from the surface of Baiyao's body, and his soul was shattered.
"They...can attack me?"
Baiyao fell into deep thought in the ghost realm filled with black air.
The ghost's attack on him just now did not violate the rules of humanity.
"Can an authentic attack hurt me?"
He muttered to himself, but he was actually asking about humanity.
Immediately, the sound of burning fire sounded in his heart.
After some exchanges, his expression became serious.
The rule is that no one who practices the heavenly system can harm him.
Wrong souls and innate ghosts are not included in this list.
But as long as they practice, they will enter the category of rules.
There is no cultivation system in the earthly realm, they are all ascending to the heavenly realm.
Baiyao didn't really care about the fact that the innate feminin could hurt him.
Because even if you can't practice, you still have the national destiny to protect you, and you are not afraid of evil things.
Moreover, if a person in the Netherworld wants to become stronger, the only way is to ascend to heaven.
What he is afraid of is Houtu, who is incarnated in the six realms of reincarnation.
The Wu clan does not cultivate the soul, but cultivates the physical body.
What is breathed out is not spiritual energy, but killing and killing turbid energy.
The Wu Clan's own practice system has long since disappeared with them. Now that the way of heaven is perfected, it is a good fortune to be able to survive by exhaling the turbid energy of killing, let alone strengthening the physical body.
What Baiyao is worried about is whether Hou Tu, as an ancestral shaman, has gotten rid of the heavenly practice system after becoming a saint?
Once you get rid of the system of heaven, you are no longer within the rules.
In that case, Hou Tu could crush him to death at any time.
"Have I ever offended the tunnel?"
Baiyao kept searching for the memories of himself and his original body.
After a moment, his brows relaxed.
Very good, I haven't offended the tunnel.
Even if we plan to invade the tunnels and copy the original rules of the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future, isn't this the beginning yet?
The Ancestor Styx who was swiped away by Kong Xuan as Yuantu Abi was an innate being, but he was in the netherworld, but not within the realm of the authentic.
After beating another rebel ghost to pieces, Bai Yao was not afraid of the strong Yin Qi at all, thinking that it was better to be careful.
If Hou Tu could really kill him, he wouldn't survive twenty years at all.
etc……
Baiyao's pupils shrank, and an incredible speculation appeared in his mind.
When the barbarians invaded, he sent people to keep an eye on Yi Yan and Yi Yun.
Kong Xuan even left a spiritual message on the grandfather and grandson. Anyone who dared to retreat would be informed immediately.
The moment Yi Yan disappeared was just a few breaths before they blocked the barbarian's path.
Kong Xuan's spiritual consciousness was instantly eliminated. He felt the power of the witch clan at that time, and his spiritual consciousness scanned the south, but found nothing.
According to Yi Yun, Yi Yan was rescued by the ancestors of the barbarians.
Baiyao thought it was some great witch who was still alive.
Now……
"Could it be her?"
Baiyao walked through the black air and analyzed the possibility of Yi Yan being rescued by Hou Tu.
Is there any great witch still alive in heaven and earth?
In the Battle of Zhuolu, everyone should have died.
Moreover, Houtu can also be said to be the ancestor of Jiuli.
Because she not only has the status of a saint, but also the status of an ancestral witch.
No wonder Kong Xuan couldn't even find any trace of him. If Hou Tu took action, he would naturally not be able to detect it.
Baiyao quickly shuttled through the ghost realm with a calm expression.
Yi Yan has Hou Tu, and he also has Nu Wa.
Besides, if Hou Tu really wanted to kill him, and could really kill him, wouldn't he have done it when he asked Zique to drive out all the barbarians?
However, he doesn't know much about tunnels. It can even be said that except for Hou Tu, there are only a handful of people who understand tunnels.
As the saying goes, too much debt does not weigh you down.
Baiyao no longer thinks about Hou Tu. What he needs to solve now is the hundreds of thousands of wronged souls and let Yun Zhongzi set up the formation.
At this moment, he had reached the deepest part of the ghost realm.
The black energy here seems to be flowing in substance, and he uses his cultivation to resist the erosion of the Yin energy.
Then, an illusory camp appeared in his eyes, and the black bird flag on the banner fluttered in the black air.
The soldiers of Dashang, covered with ulcers, seemed not to know that they were dead. Sentinels, patrols, scouts... everyone performed their duties.
Huge obsessions gathered in the military camp.
Baiyao looked moved and stepped forward.
The soldier whose head was half smashed at the door immediately knelt down and saluted excitedly when he saw him:
"Kowtow and wish me great blessings!"
The ghosts around him heard his voice and immediately discovered Baiyao.
Then, the ghosts of Dashang soldiers surrounded him.
Some people had their intestines pierced, some people were beheaded and holding their heads, some were chopped to pieces...
Without exception, each of them was so enthusiastic that they were trembling all over. They all knelt down to salute and shouted loudly:
"Kowtow and wish me great blessings!"
Then, a general with a broken leg bone stood up and limped towards the camp. His voice was thick and he kept shouting:
"Da Zhu is back!"
"The whole camp assembles!"
When Baiyao saw this scene, his emotions rarely fluctuated greatly. He closed his eyes and his chest kept rising and falling.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and asked softly:
"Why are you here?"
A ghost who was also dressed as a general replied respectfully:
"Excuse me! We are ordered to defend this place!"
Baiyao looked over and asked:
"How long?"
"It's been a year!"
The general replied loudly.
Baiyao's expression was complicated. The snowfield was too big. In order to gain an advantage before the decisive battle, he and Yuan Futong sent many small troops to compete for important locations.
The Dashang soldiers in front of me are one of them.
Baiyao observed the surrounding terrain and recalled all the battle reports in Beihai in his mind.
After a while, he found the battle report of this two-hundred-man team.
Like many others - they were surrounded by rebels and all died.
The ghost realm was formed only half an hour ago.
But they've been hanging around here for a year.
Before long, hundreds of soldiers had gathered in the camp, including those who were kneeling in front of them.
After Baiyao walked into the camp, they all became excited.
The one with the broken leg was supported by the one with the intact leg, and the bloody one wiped his face clean with snow.
Everyone was wearing tattered armor and waiting with bated breath for military orders.
He walked up to the dais in front of them and scanned them.
In order to defend the honor of their ancestors and bring victory to Dashang, they all died in battle and their bodies were buried in the heavy snow.
Not only them, there are many small forces like them in the ghost realm, all of which have preserved their twisted intelligence due to obsession.
Even if they die, they must complete their mission.
Baiyao took a deep breath and ordered in a concentrated voice:
"Send the order! Summon all the merchant armies on the snowy plains! Follow me to annihilate the rebels!"
He wanted the merchant army in the ghost realm to see with their own eyes the victory they had brought with their lives, which only the living could see.
(End of chapter)
