The ruins of ancient megalithic buildings are shrouded in darkness like ink and death.
The black skeleton corpse wearing broken and rusty armor sat on the throne of skeletons. He lowered his head and looked at the back of his hands and chest and abdomen with a black face. He saw more than a dozen large and small scars constantly leaking black energy. The low-level skeletons under him immediately smelled the black energy. With great strength, he became manic and restless, and the black bones crushed the skeletons casually.
"Dragon Tomb Weapon, that's what it is..."
fortress.
The hurricane clears away the filth, blows away the dead air and sees the blue sky and daylight again.
Five days after the storm came, the soldiers of Yanguo and the elite soldiers of Jiuli in the fortress breathed a sigh of relief. The plain outside the pass was once covered with densely packed corpses. After the wind passed, the remaining corpses were scattered everywhere. At least there would be no more corpses in the short term. The soldiers felt that there would be no more corpses in the short term. The stone fell to the ground temporarily, and I admired the legendary dragon even more.
However, the high-level bosses had the opposite attitude, looking sad and indifferent.
Representatives from all parties gathered in the fortress conference hall to discuss how to deal with the terrifying black bone corpse. As the commander of the snake demon soldiers who were the main combat force at the grassroots level, Bai Yujun and Qiao Jin sat in the corner and listened.
Pointed ears were raised and he listened carefully. Moubai always showed respect for knowledge.
Yu Rong explained the details about the black-bone corpse.
"Today, several Taoist friends came from afar to fight the evil spirits together. Let me tell you in detail about the black bone corpse."
"Zombies are born from resentment, death, and bad luck. They are abandoned by the three realms of heaven, earth, and human beings and are outside the six realms of sentient beings. We all know this."
"The corpse with black bones should be called indestructible bones in detail."
"If the bones are not transformed, they will not be stained with human blood. If the body is put into the ground, even if the coffin is rotten and the clothes are rotten, everything will turn into earth. If the bones are not transformed, they will be as black as a rock. They will be resurrected after a long period of resentment, death, and bad luck."
"Different zombies have different strengths. For example, drought demons are haunted by droughts in thousands of miles of rivers in the red land."
"Hundreds of years ago, Drought Demons appeared on the ancient battlefield, and they extracted the bones of my third disciple, Bai Jiao, and burned them. The Drought Demons have different strengths. There are strong and weak ones even without bones. Unfortunately, we met the best among them."
The hall was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop, and many normally indifferent powerful people had sad faces.
Everyone has seen the black-bone corpse and is deeply impressed by its strength. It takes several top monks in the Mahayana period to fight with it. In the early stage of Mahayana, the only option is to run away. If it hides in the dark and suddenly assassinates someone, Can you escape?
Cultivation is the highest priority. I originally thought that I would be fearless and calm in this world. Who would have thought that sudden changes would threaten the life of every monk.
Qiao Jin didn't expect that the boss would kill Hanbao.
If we say who the poor people are most afraid of monsters, Hanban will definitely rank first.
As soon as the drought demons came out, the land was thousands of miles away, and the fields were barren and there was no harvest. Qiao Jin knew how serious the drought demons were to the world. Although he had not seen how the boss killed the drought demons, it was definitely a big battle.
Moubai vaguely remembered the Hanba whose backbone was whipped by him.
"That's great. There is a good way to kill corpses for real people."
The old monk from Jinshan Temple asked him frankly. Chunyang Palace and the Western religion each had their own strengths. It was obvious that Chunyang Palace was more professional and knowledgeable in dealing with the matter of not turning into bones. In the face of such disasters, both parties had already agreed to cooperate sincerely. Many times, Master Chunyang Yurong took the overall lead and everyone was convinced.
Yu Zhenren sighed.
"It's difficult. The sword formation is enough to kill it, but the black bone corpse will not sit still and wait for death. It may be difficult to easily set foot in the pure Yang formation."
Everyone expressed their opinions and talked about it.
There are many ways to kill the Black Bone Corpse, but as Yu Rong said, it will not just obey and wait for death. Many methods become meaningless if it cannot be controlled. The worst thing is how to defend against the Black Bone Corpse's sneak attack and assassination. We cannot all gather together and rely on the protection of Mahayana monks.
The most important thing is what to do next time when many high-level zombies attack.
The two sides were originally about the same strength. Everyone was going to deal with their opponents, so who would deal with the black-bone corpses? What if manpower was left to guard against it, but there were too many high-level zombies that we couldn't bear?
Bai Yujun and Qiao Jin listened for a while, and then left through the side door when they saw that there was nothing they could do.
It's like this every day, and there's no solution.
The sky is blue and warm outside.
A certain dragon felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
The most obvious thing about walking together is the difference in height. Qiao Jin is very tall, with a slender and plump figure. She walks with a dashing look in silver-white light armor, while a certain Jiao next to her looks petite and slender, which is very embarrassing...
Forget it, don’t mind.
While walking back, Qiao Jin mentioned another thing.
"Boss, the commander-in-chief of Yanguo Fortress proposed that the three of us jointly go out to exterminate the remaining rotten corpses. Each of us will send 30,000 troops. The commander of the Jiuli Bai tribe and I discussed and decided to send 10,000 troops. The black tribe should be the same."
The hurricane receded, revealing the remains of rotting corpses scattered everywhere. In order to prevent the threat from gathering again, the fortress sent troops to exterminate them.
Bai Yujun rolled his eyes.
"The Imperial Court of the Yan Kingdom wants to dominate the three-party army? It is a good idea to follow the trend. It ordered not to go too far away from the fortress after leaving the customs. The low-level rotten corpses are gone, and the high-level zombies are all alive and well. As for the Imperial Court of the Yan Kingdom, You can consider things while fighting normally, and forget about the rest."
"Well, I will be careful. To be honest, the court has too many people and it is too confusing. The generals under the commander-in-chief have their own masters in the court. It is difficult to unify the command and gather combat effectiveness. There are too many things to consider when fighting. , we can defend the city fairly well, but we really don’t dare to cooperate with them in going out to fight in the field.”
Qiao Jin is familiar with the way the court works. There are too many people behind him and his hands can't reach far, so his fighting ability is worrying.
Bai Yujun touched the dragon's horn but couldn't think of a good solution. It is estimated that Jiuli's side also had a headache with the court's little tricks. Bai Yujun had seen the imperial army send messengers several times to give orders, either on weekdays or during war. , trying to subtly make the Snake Demon Army and Jiuli get used to giving orders from a small and inconspicuous place, and slowly take over the command.
To be honest, if there are real famous generals in Yanguo's court who actually don't mind obeying orders, but they are afraid of people who are just talking about military affairs on paper to gain fame and reputation, and usually talk about buffaloes and stop eating when business is serious, that would be a sinkhole.
"Then let's join forces with Shirabu. Anyway, we are familiar with each other and can cooperate well."
"Okay, I'll go talk to General Shirabu right now."
"Go ahead."
Qiao Jin turned around and headed towards Jiuli's station, while Bai Yujun returned to Chunyang's station.
Yawned and felt slightly sleepy.
The comfortable and warm weather made Jiao drowsy. The strong man in the blacksmith shop next to him was swinging a hammer, shirtless and sweating profusely. The tinkling sound was like a lullaby, and he was unconsciously attracted by the sound of metal clanging.
Passing by the camps of casual cultivators and soldiers.
Many soldiers shouted loudly about gambling, and a certain ordinary-looking casual cultivator was lying on a grain cart holding a wine gourd in his hand while drinking. He squinted at the young girl in white walking past, wiped the corners of his mouth and lowered his head after drinking.
As I was walking, I suddenly felt my ankles feel warm...
Lowering his head, he found that the dragon spear turned into an anklet was flashing fluorescent light, his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were slightly narrowed, he felt something was abnormal, suddenly! The tiny anklet suddenly flew into the white palm and turned into a dragon spear!
In an instant, scales all over Bai Yujun's body exploded!
