Yan Chixia originally planned to take action.
He is the sect leader of the Xuanxin Sect, and Maoshan is his dojo. If demons and monsters dare to attack, he, the master, will naturally do his part.
However, there was no chance to take action.
"It's not a ghost, it's just a dead person."
"I have killed countless living people, so how can I be afraid of you dead?"
"That's right, everyone rush..."
The heroes of the martial arts world brandished swords, guns and clubs, and frantically pounced on the wandering spirits. Looking at the crazy and ferocious look, it was hard to tell which was the ghost and which was the human.
Ghostly things.
Even those who are good at martial arts have inexplicable fears in their hearts.
The form after death is naturally scary.
But at this moment, no one is afraid.
Before those wandering souls and resentful spirits could approach the mountain gate, a group of warriors rushed out.
When I first took action, I was still a little nervous.
Because I can't confirm whether the sword is effective, I don't know if these things are powerful or not.
But as each ghost fell down and turned into mud and smoke, the martial arts warriors suddenly lost their fear.
Is this all ghosts? It's so simple, easier than killing a pig.
"This kind of thing is a ghost?"
Zhang Meng stretched out his big hand to hold down the head of a male ghost, with a mixture of curiosity and disdain in his eyes.
He could feel the difference between the ghosts and ghosts, and a cold chill ran straight into his palms. It would indeed be troublesome for ordinary people to encounter this kind of thing.
But Zhang Meng also felt that most of them were just appearances. As long as people are fearless and strong-blooded, they should not be afraid of these things. When encountering a powerful Yuan Shen realm like him, the threat would not be much greater than a mosquito.
"Vulnerable."
Zhang Meng's true energy was released, and the ghosts were instantly evaporated. Even some of the surrounding ghosts screamed and turned into pus.
True energy is the nemesis of ghosts.
"Master, you can just hit yours, why are you robbing me again?" the female apprentice expressed her protest.
Now this senior sister is really anxious.
When she was in the porridge shed, not only did she not recognize the true immortal, but she also spoke rudely because of her pettiness. In addition to the emotion of regret, there are also waves of fear.
After finally getting a chance to perform, of course I have to work hard to get some impression points.
I originally thought it would be easier to get more credit by following a great master like my master. As a result, Zhang Meng's soul turned around and became full of momentum, releasing his true energy piece by piece, making it always difficult for her to grab it.
Just as he was about to run towards the other one, a sword slashed at the side, and the remaining power evaporated the wandering soul.
Another Yuanshen realm, led by Meng Datong.
Although he chose to be loyal to the court and reject Xuanxin Zhengzong, Commander Meng did not stay out of the matter. As a general, it would be a great shame to retreat without a fight.
"You..." The senior sister was very angry.
"You're welcome." Commander Meng rushed towards the other ghosts.
"No one is thanking you, you're trying to steal it from me..." There was nothing he could do except stomping his feet in grievance.
"Come on, come on, big sister, let's get together."
"There are exactly three people standing on this platform. Those ghosts are floating up from below. This is the only way to pass..."
The fat and thin duo from Bai Sheng Tang greeted them from a distance.
"Master, you are here, I will help my friends in Baishengtang."
As a disciple, it is not easy to blame the master blindly, so he ran over to join the team.
Ghosts and ghosts rolled in like a backward tide, but in the eyes of these warriors, they all took credit. The Jianghu guests formed teams with each other, or fought independently like Zhang Meng, each of them found their own rhythm.
Only a few representatives of the imperial court huddled back and did not dare to come forward.
The prince, the prince, and an old minister had basically never practiced kung fu. Facing the wandering souls howling like ghosts, foxes and wolves, the Yin Qi alone made them tremble with cold. If it hadn't been for the internal strength gained from drinking porridge, I wouldn't be able to stand firmly now.
"This won't work. We have to find a way." Prince Qing found the two fellow prisoners who were also huddled behind, "Two of you, I have an idea."
"Let's join forces among the three parties to organize warriors from all over the world. Although we can't kill ghosts in person, we have done a great job in the eyes of the Immortal Lord." The prince of Qing Kingdom gave his own suggestion.
The fourth prince of Chu State and the old minister of Liang State immediately agreed.
On behalf of the imperial court, they came to congratulate Xuanxin on the founding of Zhengzong. At first, they just wanted to tie Yan Chixia to their country's chariot. A sect with a fairy background was obviously helpful to the court.
But after the Lord of Penglai came to congratulate him personally and even used his magic to enlighten Maoshan, they all realized that they had made a mistake.
Xuanxin Zhengzong is not an ordinary sect, and no country has the ability to control it. What they need to do is the same as everyone else, which is to step forward and hug the thigh rather than Zhaoan.
The previous opportunity has been missed, and now this battle between humans and ghosts must not be missed.
After a brief discussion, the three people immediately pushed forward. And began to call his guards and subordinate warriors from various countries.
"I am the crown prince of Qing Kingdom, where are the warriors of Qing Kingdom..."
"I am the fourth prince of the Chu Kingdom. Where are the warriors of the Chu Kingdom..."
"I am..."
"Who cares about you, your breasts, or your mother? Get out of here, you're in the way."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
"Your Tamar, this is my position..."
The three of them wanted to be the conductor, but no one listened. There are ghosts crying and wolves howling and killing Zhentian everywhere, no one cares what their identity is.
Not to mention the warriors from various countries, even the original bodyguards have ran away.
I don’t have the courage to disobey directly, but I have the decency to pretend not to hear and run away.
"It's all the opposite, it's all the opposite..."
Several people were furious, but there was nothing they could do.
It was the old minister of Liang State who had experience. When he saw that his command was not impressive, he changed his tune temporarily.
"How can we, the human race, be taken advantage of by ghosts and evil spirits! Let's kill everyone! This battle is not only for the Xuanxin Zhengzong, but also for the common people in the world! You just have to fight bravely to kill the enemy, and we, the Liang Kingdom, can provide backup! Everyone who participates in the battle, There is pension..."
The prince of Qing and the fourth prince of Chu looked at each other and thought that they were really cunning, cunning and shameless. If I can't get my hands on it, I'll just force myself to do it.
But after thinking about it individually, it's really not a problem to stand there stupidly. In its current form, it is the most useless thing in terms of appearance. They adjusted their status and started shouting and cheering.
All in all, the battle was one-sided. The warriors fought from the mountain to the bottom, gradually approaching the Guimen Pass.
Looking at the dark and strange gate, the warriors had no fear at all. Some people even shouted loudly, wanting to fight to the other side.
"Sect Master, how about we go too?"
Some disciples couldn't bear it anymore and ran out of the hall to tentatively ask for a fight.
"Go back and guard, don't come out without orders." Yan Chixia's expression was still solemn, her eyes fixed on the gate of hell. "It can't be that simple. The really powerful ones haven't appeared. Such a dense and violent Yin Qi can't just be wandering souls."
Before he could finish his words, something abnormal appeared before the gate of hell.
Dozens of figures appeared under the pass.
At first glance, they look similar to those wandering souls and resentful spirits, but the Yin Qi on their bodies is several times stronger. His eyes were fierce but not ignorant, and he looked at the warriors killing each other with a sense of humor.
"Violent ghosts! So many?"
Yan Chixia's pupils shrank.
There are ghosts and monsters constantly pouring out from behind the gate of hell. Of course, the largest number are wandering ghosts and ghosts. Their movements are stiff and confused. But among these wandering souls and resentful spirits, there are still many vicious ghosts.
The warrior's strong blood energy can restrain ghosts and monsters, and the true energy of the Yuanshen realm is even more of a nemesis.
But Li Gui is different. Not only does he have the wisdom of a living person, but he also has unconventional killing methods.
"kill!!"
The fat and thin duo of Baishengtang, plus Guan Zheng's niece, the three of them cooperated tacitly and moved forward. Although his cultivation is ranked in the middle, he has always been in the first echelon.
The thin man, who acted as a sharp knife, ran into a fierce ghost head-on.
Without thinking, he struck directly with his knife.
According to the previous rhythm, this ghost will simply collapse and then continue moving forward. Kill other ghosts and monsters.
But this Li Gui San was dispersed, and he did not simply die.
The body turned into smoke, and the steel knife passed through it. The smoke turned into two sharp claws and inserted into the thin man's chest.
"Jie Jie Jie, stupid guy..."
The head of the evil ghost then appeared, laughing maniacally as it gnawed at the flesh and blood of the thin man.
"Bastard!!!!" The fat man's eyes were red, and he rushed towards the evil ghost crazily.
But before he could reach him, he was knocked down by two other ghosts.
It's not that the fat man lost his mind and couldn't resist, but that he didn't understand the situation at all. He was clearly blocking the opponent's incoming attack, but a ghostly hand appeared from an impossible place and directly scratched his vitals.
Other resentful spirits swarmed forward, snatching flesh, blood, and essence. In just a few breaths, he was like a mummy.
The warriors suffered casualties for the first time.
The fat man and the thin man were just the beginning, and soon other people were knocked down by the ghost.
Guan Zheng's apprentice's niece was also almost killed. Fortunately, Zhang Meng took action in time to save his apprentice.
"These ghosts are so powerful!"
"Don't go too deep, please step back..."
The commands of the Prince of Qing and the Fourth Prince of Chu finally had an effect, and the warriors quickly retreated in surprise.
The powerful ones in the Yuanshen realm can still protect themselves, but they dare not fight when unexpected changes occur.
The ghost camp began to counterattack.
More and more evil ghosts appeared under the gate of hell, and in a blink of an eye there were more than a hundred. Under the leadership of these fierce ghosts, the group of ghosts whined and screamed, and kept approaching the warriors.
Although he doesn't seem to move very fast, he can always catch up with the warriors behind him. Pull down each warrior and drag them into the tide of ghosts.
"These idiots."
Yan Chixia stamped her feet.
It's not that the warriors are weak, even the innate realm has the ability to fight against the evil ghosts. It's just that they were completely unfamiliar with the fighting methods of ghosts, so they were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses.
He was about to help, but Su Qing Chuanyin stopped him.
"A group of ghosts came out of seclusion, causing a catastrophe in Maoshan. Those who died in this battle will inherit the fate of the Dharma, and can enter the Xuanxin Zhengzong in the next life. There is no result in this life, and the fate will be renewed in the next life."
Yan Chixia stopped walking and shut her mouth firmly.
He could hear this sentence, but he couldn't speak it.
Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee whether those guys who were running for their lives would suddenly look back and deliberately give away their heads for the sake of luck in the next life.
After all, there are very bad examples when it comes to seeking death.
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The Art of War says that the first is measurement, the second is measurement, the third is counting, the fourth is weighing, and the fifth is victory. The ground produces measurement, measurement produces quantity, measurement produces number, counting produces measurement, and measurement produces victory. Later generations simply said that if you join a group, ask for help, and fight in groups, you will definitely win.
"Qingzhou Chronicle·Art of War"
