"Human Martial Saint, give up your resistance. Now that the Saint Clan has appeared, all nine states will become our race's paradise!"
"Trapped underground for countless years, now that we are out of trouble, all flesh and blood creatures in Mangzhou will become delicious delicacies for our clan!"
To the east of Beimang Royal Court, the flat Mangzhou wilderness has begun to have ups and downs.
The terrain gradually becomes steeper, and the mountains undulate like wave crests, stretching for thousands of miles until the border of Daluo Kingdom in ancient Fengzhou.
The Mang people make a living as nomads. Although the mountains in the eastern part of Mangzhou are rich with lush forests and crisscrossing streams, few people visit them.
This is all because this is the realm of the demon clan in the Kyushu world, second only to the Shiwanda Mountains in the south. Almost all the gods worshiped by the tribes in Beimang come from this mountain range, and are respected as the realm of gods by the Mang people.
When some wanderers gathered together to establish a new tribe, they would also bring generous sacrifices and travel thousands of miles to the Shenjing Mountains to pray for a monster to come down the mountain and return to the tribe with them to worship as a god.
The mountains are covered with heavy snow in winter, and almost no one is seen in the Shenjing Mountains for the whole season. It is as quiet as night. However, more than ten days ago, the tranquility was broken by countless strange outsiders.
The ferocious roars and the angry and unyielding shouts of war continued to charge and collide in mid-air.
The fiery blood mixed with the foul smell of ghost blood floated throughout the outer areas of the Divine Realm Mountains.
Countless trees were destroyed and toppled.
The White Walkers who crawled out from the underground world are full of uncontrollable predatory and destructive impulses towards all living things in the Kyushu world.
It's both cathartic and revenge.
Trapped in the underground abyss for countless years, he was accompanied by darkness, desolation, barrenness, and death all day long.
It wasn't until they broke out of the abyss that they realized that this world was too cruel to them.
"Hahaha……"
Countless White Walkers were running in the mountains, roaring with excitement.
It was like countless ink droplets gathered together to form a huge and constantly rotating vortex, trapping hundreds of thousands of Great Zhou sergeants in the middle.
There were hundreds or even tens of millions of White Walkers in the area, and the gathering vortex occupied dozens of mountains.
The soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty relied on the mountain terrain and used trees, rocks, armor, and weapons to build a solid temporary city.
Like a lonely boat in the angry sea, struggling to hold on, but the city walls are constantly being shattered by huge waves rushing out of the whirlpool.
The red-eyed Dazhou sergeants roared angrily, rushed out of the gap in the city wall, knocked back the attacking ghost tide, and immediately rushed into the black whirlpool, struggled several times, and disappeared.
Behind the city wall, more Zhou sergeants rushed out with huge rocks and trees, and quickly blocked the gaps in the city wall.
There was no shouting or crying. The sergeants who bit their lips looked surprisingly calm.
He just held the sword in his hand, pressed his body against the city wall, and silently accumulated strength.
The next time the city wall is smashed, they will be the ones rushing out.
In the early morning one month ago, countless ferocious and terrifying alien ghosts scrambled out of the depths of the earth without any warning. They were like evil ghosts appearing in the world, completely changing the situation of the war.
In just a few breaths, the White Walkers surrounded the entire camp, without any rules or tactics, just killing and plundering without fear of life or death, regardless of casualties.
Even under the ground in the main camp, a large number of white ghosts crawled out.
The general camp of Dazhou fell into chaos in an instant. No matter how fearless and well-trained the sergeants were, they could not suppress the situation.
The shield of the Beimang Royal Court was opened, and Beimang Taoist masters and gods who had been hiding for many days swarmed out and controlled the magic weapons to suppress the generals and masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After struggling for several days, facing more and more White Walkers and the main camp defense line that was constantly being breached, at the suggestion of the Grand Governor Huangfu Muchuan, Emperor Jing ordered all the sergeants and generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty to attack hundreds of people. The divine mountains inside and outside retreated.
Along the way, at least two to three hundred thousand Zhou soldiers were buried in the belly of the strange ghosts, with no bones left.
Although the city was eventually built to slow down the impact of the White Walkers, the mountains at its feet also reduced the possibility of the White Walkers emerging.
However, the loss of troops ranging from thousands to tens of thousands every day was not something Dazhou could bear.
If this continues, it won't take more than ten days for the city wall to be completely breached by the White Walkers, and Emperor Jing and more than 500,000 Zhou soldiers will be buried here.
Boom boom boom
On a high platform deep in the walled city, Sima Yi, the Lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty, stood in armor, his majestic eyes scanning the surroundings coldly.
He holds a three-foot golden sword in his right hand, and a tripod with a faint golden glow in his left hand.
The majestic blood energy rising around him, and boundless luck lingering around him, made his tall and majestic body even more extraordinary and holy, showing the supreme courage of a generation of monarchs.
The essence is like wolf smoke, rushing into the clouds above Emperor Jing's head, enveloped by a supreme spiritual will that is the only one in the world.
Blood energy, luck, and fist spirit converged and merged, and a shadow of an ancient divine bird surrounded by blazing flames appeared from behind him.
"The heroes of the Great Zhou Dynasty created the foundation of the three states. Since the time of Taizu, our Sima clan has had the ambition to conquer the world, sweep across the nine states, and establish an empire. How can we be trapped by these evil ghosts living underground! "
Sima Yi sneered and slashed with the golden sword in his hand. The phantom of the Nine Nether Flame Bird suddenly shone brightly, its wings vibrated and rushed towards the billowing black mist above the clouds.
The phantom flames erupted into dazzling light, trying to burn up all the black fog above their heads and sweep it away.
call
However, in the next moment, countless streaks of black smoke suddenly rushed out from the billowing black mist in the sky, intersecting with each other to form a large black net, covering the phantom of the Flame Bird head-on.
The flames of the Nine Nether Flame Birds are so hot that they can instantly melt the Hundred Refined Treasure Armor. With a tear of the divine claws, they can directly tear the black net into pieces.
"Ming"
The flame bird rushed out of the black net, screamed proudly, and continued upward, but was enveloped by the black nets one after another in the black mist, and the brilliance it released became darker and darker.
"Zhongzhou Dingqi, you are the Supreme Nine Cauldrons, help us prosper the great Zhou Dynasty, break through all dangers, and see the light again!"
Jinghuang Sima Yi shouted loudly and raised the golden cauldron in his hand high. A golden light rose from the cauldron, straight into the sky, and merged with the phantom of the flame bird.
The Yanque became so powerful that its originally illusory body suddenly solidified and seemed to evolve into a real body of flesh and blood.
The flame bird spread its wings, and the flame waves swept in all directions, burning up a cloud sky almost instantly. There was a faint light shining from the black fog above the head.
"Human Royal Family, if you really fully control the Zhongzhou Cauldron, our clan will definitely retreat today. It's a pity that although you are an emperor, you don't have such a blessing. The cauldron in your hand has just recognized you!"
"A mere bit of luck is not even one ten thousandth of the cauldron. Zhongzhou is vast and vast, several times that of other ancient states. If you can get one-tenth of the luck of the cauldron, you can wipe out us with the wave of your hand. Thousands of clan members!"
On a mountain peak dozens of miles away, two humanoid figures with a height of two meters and skin as dark as ink stood.
Although they have vertical eyes and sharp claws, they are not as hideous and ugly as ordinary White Walkers. Instead, they have a more peculiar temperament and aura.
Looking at the phantom of the Flame Bird that was about to break through the black mist, the two high-level ghost warlocks smiled coldly.
One of them chanted an obscure tune, and the other's fingertips couldn't help twisting. Tens of thousands of White Walkers sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, and wisps of blood floated out of a wound on their heads.
In the strange and obscure tone, these blood threads were blessed by some kind of power, and suddenly rushed into the clouds and merged with the black mist that covered the sky and the earth.
"Flame Bird, die!"
The ghost warlock, whose fingertips couldn't help twisting, suddenly thrust forward and grabbed the void. A huge ghost hand dripping with blood and covered with scales emerged from the black fog in the sky above the Great Zhou Walled City dozens of miles away. come out.
The huge ghost hand grabbed it in the air, grabbed the Nine Nether Flame Bird in its hand, and crushed it directly.
"puff"
On the high platform below, Emperor Jing Sima Yi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood as if struck by lightning, and the luck surrounding him instantly became much weaker.
"Buzz"
The Zhongzhou Cauldron in the palm of his hand trembled slightly, and the golden brilliance that was originally emitted also slowly converged.
"Zhongzhou Cauldron, do you even think that the Emperor's strength has been exhausted?"
Emperor Jing took a few steps back, his anger rising to the sky. He looked at the cauldron in his hand, his eyes flickering, his expression complex, and he suddenly sneered, feeling a bone-chilling chill that froze the sky and the earth.
"No, Great Zhou will never be defeated, and I will never fall on this Mangzhou grassland!"
Emperor Jing took a step forward, regardless of the injuries in his body, and the blood boiled up again.
"Take care, Your Majesty. Dozens of urgent edicts have been issued. If we hold on for a while longer, reinforcements will arrive soon!"
"They will definitely be moved by the favorable conditions offered by the Holy One to Da Luo Kingdom!"
"Although Anmang City is far away from here, once the Zhenjunhou receives the order, he will definitely come immediately. Anmang's 100,000 troops can at least open a gap!"
Under the high platform, there are many officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty standing. They have outstanding literary talents, and they have more political methods and strategies. However, under the siege of this strange ghost, they have no room to display their talents.
Seeing Emperor Jing being furious and forcing the blood in his body to activate his luck, everyone became worried and tried to dissuade him.
"In this Northern Expedition, I have evacuated all the troops from the northern provinces. Although there are many camps and guards in the south, it will take at least more than a month to reach the north. The distance from Anmang City to here is no closer than that of the guards in the south! "
Emperor Jing smiled miserably and shook his head: "I don't want to admit defeat, let alone admit defeat, but there are too many White Walkers, at least dozens of times more than our army. Thousands of soldiers die every day in the walled city. How can I turn a blind eye? Watching them die miserably and being indifferent?"
Emperor Jing raised his sword and looked up at Yunkong: "No matter whether I can break through this Yunkong or not, I want to let the sergeants of Great Zhou know that their master is not a coward and has been fighting side by side with them!"
While speaking, the shadow of a Nine Nether Flame Bird condensed and took shape again.
Bang bang bang
At the same time, there was a sudden huge earthquake in the surroundings, and the stench of ghostly energy suddenly surged. Dozens of gaps were opened in all directions of the city wall by the White Walker army.
Some ghosts even used their momentum to jump into the walled city, causing chaos.
"Don't panic, stay in formation, I'll blast these White Walkers out."
"All armies obey orders and form formations!"
…
From various teams, powerful figures flew up one after another, jumped out of the walled city, and collided with the surging waves of White Walkers.
Various powerful martial arts attacks continued to erupt, the artistic conceptions were superimposed, and from time to time, the spirit of fists swept away.
In this Northern Expedition, not only were military sages such as Huangfu Muchuan and Liu Honglie accompanying the army, but there were also Dauchi masters secretly cultivated by the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, many of whom were at the level of martial sages.
"Human Martial Saint, surrender and submit to my Saint Clan. You will still have the supreme status!"
"The saints will live forever, and this life will be our era!"
From the huge black vortex, a terrifying figure with a height of five meters jumped out. They flapped their wings and flew away, with their flesh wings stretched out on their backs, which were one to twenty meters wide.
Compared with low-level white ghosts and ghost warlocks, their forms are not only more ferocious and complex, but also very different from each other.
Some have two heads, some have six or eight arms extending from their armpits, and some White Walkers have dozens of long, barbed tails on their backs...
Their lowest strength is half-saint. As the ghosts roared, some shadows flashed past, and they even exploded with astonishing speed at the level of martial saints.
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"Jinghuang was overthrown within a few days, and Beimang was temporarily saved!"
"You are really reckless. This time you have exposed the existence of our clan. In the future, both the Great Zhou and Beimang will launch a bloody massacre against our clan!"
"This is also a matter of necessity. Beimang cannot be destroyed, at least not at this time!"
"Yun Chongshu, if you release the tribesmen, are you sure that they will return to the underground?"
On a low hill on the edge of the Divine Realm Mountain Range, two mysterious figures stood side by side, quietly looking at the black clouds and mist shrouding the depths of the mountain range.
Gu Mengzhen frowned, his face full of deep worry.
The Zhou Mang war lasted for several months. Although he was far away in the Western Regions, he was always paying attention to all the changes in the Mang plains.
After learning about Beimang's defeat, he was worried that Yun Chongshu's sword would go astray, so he rushed over immediately, but he never thought that he would be a step too late.
In order to keep Beimang from being destroyed, this fellow who served as the commander-in-chief of Beimang Khan returned to the underground alone, persuaded the ancestors of various tribes, and led a large number of his fellow tribesmen to rush out of the underground and cause trouble in the world.
"Why do you want your tribe to retreat underground? Now that you have emerged, of course it will stir up the world. Beimang's vitality is severely damaged and it is in urgent need of strength. I will try my best to help Beimang accept the existence of the tribe!"
Yun Chongshu smiled slightly: "Only when this world is completely in turmoil will it be more conducive to our integration. Previously, in Lone Peak, some tribesmen stole Jiang Xuanluo's body, which had already attracted the attention of Dazhou.
"Once Beimang is destroyed and the wilderness is occupied by the Great Zhou Dynasty, neither Emperor Jing nor the Marquis Wu who has touched the threshold of human immortality will let my clan go!"
"Yun Chongshu, have you found out some clues about the tribesmen who stole Jiang Xuanluo's body? Who is behind it and what is their purpose?"
Gu Mengzhen turned around and asked.
The White Walkers have lived underground for a long time and have almost no connection with the world above Kyushu. They will not take the risk to steal a mutilated human corpse.
Those who can instruct the White Walkers to steal Jiang Xuanluo's corpse can only be high-level White Walkers who, like them, have used the method of White Walker reincarnation to seize flesh, blood, and spiritual bodies.
"Not yet. There are countless tribes in the underground world. I have not been to every tribe. The time is too short and I don't have time to examine them one by one!"
Yun Chongshu shook his head and said: "But there is one thing I can be sure of, that is, there is a 90% chance that Jiang Xuanluo has been resurrected.
"A few months ago, three flesh-and-blood spiritual fetuses hidden in the clan's forbidden area were stolen. Calculating the time, it happened to be at the time when Jiang Xuanluo's body was dragged down the Lone Peak Passage!"
I encountered something, so there are few updates today. Thank you for your support. I will update more in the future. Thank you for your support.
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