The spirit of the army is immortal and will fight when called upon.
There were dense black figures in the sand and dust beside Huangquan Road. When the wind and sand fell, what I saw was a strong iron-blooded army that seemed to have experienced fierce fighting. It stood silently and motionless on horseback.
Bai Yujun walked closer.
The man in red armor stood silently holding a spear and a sword across his waist, while the endless bloody army raged and raged!
There are men and women, old and young, the young men and women are majestic, the old men are straight and straight, and the young men and women are five or six years old. They are also wearing red clothes and armor, holding guns and knives. They are all soldiers!
The soldiers were covered with scars, their blades were as sharp as forests and frost, and they were as motionless as mountains!
In the middle of the team is a blood-red broken military flag erected high, which is somber and desolate, but the military spirit is still alive!
For the first time, as a real dragon, Bai Yujun felt unspeakably frightened and retreated unconsciously, as if the entire iron-blooded army was awakening and resurrecting at any time.
Standing on horseback and sleeping quietly, the momentum is like a volcano waiting to erupt!
Bai Yujun felt that their breath was vaguely familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.
A figure that had not been seen for a long time gradually became clearer, and at the same time he knew who the military flag belonged to. No wonder the aura of the military evil could scare the real dragon back. It turned out to be the real iron-blooded army.
"Zhenbei..."
"Datang Tiance Army..."
The thick armor they wore was the last line of defense for the Tang Empire.
In the eyes of Tiancejun, they are born to serve the country loyally, benefit the country, not seek wealth and honor, and are determined to do more things in their limited lifespan. They are always busy with endless wars when they are in a hurry. They have no good or evil in their hearts. , not caring about hypocritical sectarian beliefs, but insisting on the belief in his heart, that is, everything is for the Tang Dynasty.
For the sake of the peace of the Tang Dynasty, he met gods and killed gods, met demons and slayed demons, even if they were doomed.
Earth.
Remote third-tier cities.
Zhenbei, who worked hard and made money by his own skills, raised his head and looked at the stars.
"I will have no regrets in this life and I will be chosen by heaven..."
I don't know if it was sweat or tears, but they fell down from the corners of my eyes.
All the suffering is to return to the team again.
Huangquan Road.
Bai Yujun retreated back to Huangquan Road. The iron-blooded army once again disappeared into the yellow sand and dust, quietly guarding Huangquan Road. What he didn't notice was that there was a gap somewhere in the formation...
As expected, the trip to the underworld was not in vain. From now on, it’s time to walk around and see this magical world.
We walked forward with the long ghost team, and before we walked too far, we saw a sea of blood-red flowers in front of us like a blood-colored carpet. Legend has it that it is called the Road of Fire. It is very beautiful.
When you get here, the yellow sand disappears, and you can see the black mountains in the distance.
Fiery red brings the only color to the underworld. The red blood road winds between the black peaks, like an ink painting. Countless souls have left sad things here, evoking the beauty they have experienced deep in their memories.
Walking on the red carpet towards the netherworld...
Flowers are blooming on the other side, only the flowers can be seen but no leaves. The flowers and leaves are missing. We miss each other and cherish each other forever.
Bai Yujun led the heavenly soldiers to escort the prisoner Zhenling on the road to the underworld. His mentality was different from that of the dead soul. In the eyes of the dead soul, this place was the last touch of color. He remembered the beauty and was reluctant to leave but helpless.
Bai Yujun, on the other hand, watched with a witness mentality.
A long line of people snaking around.
I don’t know how long we walked, but at the end of Huangquan Road was a long river with no end in sight. Its water was dark red in color. There was only a stone bridge across the river in front of Huangquan Road. After crossing the river, we reached Fengdu.
Bai Bai walked to the riverside with nothing to do and took a look down, marveling.
"The Forgotten River is a bit interesting."
The water is densely packed with evil ghosts and evil spirits, stretching out their arms to climb up the shore, or trying to pull the dead souls down on the shore. If you look at it, you will see that the water is full of blood, and it is fishy and filthy. Don't go near it. The river is full of insects and snakes, and the waves are rolling and fishy. The wind blows in my face.
Other dead souls, including Yin Chai, stayed away from the river for fear of falling and never getting back up.
Moubai watched it with gusto, satisfying his huge curious heart.
I saw a figure on the shore, countless evil ghosts and evil spirits stacked up and stretched out their arms, crying or laughing, angry or sad, all kinds of noise and confusion came straight into my mind.
"Hey~ Dare you compete with the divine beast to see who is more ferocious and violent?"
He bared his fangs and roared in a low voice.
"Hiss~!"
The river suddenly became quiet, for about a breath of time, and suddenly it returned to calm. All evil spirits disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it was just an ordinary river of blood.
On the shore, a certain Bai was holding his waist with his hands and acting arrogantly, as if he was having fun.
"Hahaha~ Next time I come to play with you, remember not to run too fast."
Suddenly an idea struck me.
Suddenly, I remembered that I could control the water veins in the world. This Wangchuan River is also a river. Can I also control it? If anyone dares to offend me in the future, it will be very interesting to divert the water from the Wangchuan River to his cave in the middle of the night.
Pretending to be curious, he crouched down by the river, attracting the attention of all the ghosts and heavenly soldiers.
I took out a wooden stick from the storage bag. Don't ask when I collected it. I don't even know what is in the small pocket. Anyway, I just put it in whatever is fun.
I squatted by the river and poked carefully with a wooden stick in my hand. When I picked it up, I saw that the part that entered the water was gone.
After thinking about it, I wrapped the wooden stick with spiritual energy and tried again. It was still melted and disappeared by the smelly blood. Then I tried again with dragon energy. The wooden stick was intact and safe.
effective.
Use magic to get a ball of red blood, and touch your little hand carefully.
It is very safe. There is no other abnormal feeling except the fishy smell. No water sticks to the skin. The evil spirit cannot break through the dragon scales. When trying to mobilize the water veins of the Wangchuan River, the dragon's head feels dizzy. It may be that the Wangchuan River is too big and his cultivation level is too low.
"Come over and have a look when you get stronger. Maybe you can succeed."
He stood up and threw away the stick, turned around and ran quickly up the bridge to lead the team to Fengdu. Remembering the relevant legend, he grabbed a pale-faced man and asked about it.
"Hey, wasn't this river originally a boat ferry? Why did you build a bridge?"
Yin Cha was stunned for a moment.
"There are too many dead souls and the ferry is too tiring. It would be easier to build the bridge."
"Well, that sounds reasonable."
It is cool to open roads and build bridges across mountains and rivers. Although it is cool to carry a boat to ferry the dead in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, there are too many dead souls to be busy. Maybe some remote areas of the world still need ferrymen, forget about the main roads, which are prone to traffic jams.
Again, the story is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Escort Zhenling across the bridge and enter Fengdu.
According to the normal process, the dead souls must be judged and then sent to hell or reincarnation.
Walk into the tall city gate and enter the underworld, and learn the truth about the operation of the underworld. The Tenth Palace of Hell has no time to work so hard to interrogate countless dead souls. There are too many, even if the Tenth Palace of Hell doesn't eat, drink or rest, it can't be finished. , is very likely to cause the number of dead souls in the underworld to explode, unless a big shot is lucky enough to be judged by the King of Hell.
Those in charge of the interrogation were countless ghost officials who were busy criticizing.
Prisoners in heaven have experienced judgment in heaven and can be dealt with directly according to the documents without having to go to court.
The underworld is huge, and souls of the dead come into the city in an endless stream.
Bai Yujun followed the rules and continued to stamp and use the identity jade certificate to confirm his identity. After signing, he escorted more than fifty prisoners to Naihe Bridge.
