(One general accomplishes great feats, but thousands of bones wither, but the vegetation flourishes. Is this human determination?)
The stars were opaque and the moon's shadow was invisible. After saying goodbye to Yuan Shoucheng at Cockcrow Pass, Yang Jian and others entered Baihu Ridge from the solitary bridge.
The mountains here are disordered, the rocks are scattered randomly, and even the dark clouds in the sky are gathering.
Day and night were nowhere to be distinguished, and the road could only be vaguely seen through the faint glimpses of skylight in the distance and the phosphorus fire floating in the mountains.
After Yuan Shoucheng's advice, these people were afraid of being riddled with bones, so they simply picked up a few willow leaves from the cliff and pasted them on their foreheads.
Sophora japonica is a yin tree, and most of the ghostly things that happen in the human world happen here. There is also a legend among people that people can dip the leaves of locust willow into the well water to lower their anger and see ghosts.
After only walking for half an hour, these people did not see the Bone March mentioned by Yuan Shoucheng in the air.
Yang Jian stood on a mountaintop and looked out. The Baihu Ridge stretched for more than 300 miles, which was much larger than the Minghai Island.
Judging from Yuan Shoucheng's description, the army of bones in Baihuling should be similar to the monkey corpses on the shore of Minghai back then, but in terms of quantity, it definitely exceeded the number of corpses on Minghai by several times.
Although he has the Mystic Kung Fu and the art of nailing ghosts at his side, the three demon generals under his command are unable to subjugate the undead. If those bones are attracted to attack, this trip will take a lot of time.
"Demon King, I remember that that day in Minghai, when Mu Xiaoxiao, the envoy of Yishanxing, was talking about Baihu Ridge, he mentioned a mass grave." Chang Hao suddenly said.
Yang Jian said: "There have been many graves along the way. If we go hundreds of miles here, there must be many more. How can we tell the place that Xiaoxiao mentioned..."
Wait... Yang Jian looked at the mountains in the distance and murmured: "In the place where the mountains are shaded, the evil spirits gather, the mountains do not hide the wind, and the evil waters are everywhere...
Since this White Bone Lady is extremely evil, she must be hiding in the place where the yin gathers in Baihu Ridge..."
After a while, Yang Jian set his sights on a col in the northwest of Baihu Ridge.
"let's go..."
As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, he felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and watched helplessly as the dead wood beside him was covered with a layer of frost...
"Chuck...cluck..."
There was a sudden sound of explosions among the rocks, and white bones and arms broke out of the ground. On the boundary of the hundreds of miles of mountains, for a while, the dense white bones turned into a wave and spread...
This momentum made even Yang Jian, who was used to seeing the battlefield, feel chills in his back.
They were once bodies made of flesh and blood, but now their flesh and blood have been stripped away by time, but they can still reach the top of the mountains and the valleys.
This power may not only come from Madam White Bones, but also from a power called "resentment"...
After a hundred years of human life, there have been countless good times, including mountain hermits, traveling merchants, war generals, plowing farmers, Confucian scholars, and geishas.
A handful of loess is enough to put them to sleep...
sleep? Can you sleep peacefully?
If there is no ambition and no way, how can a scholar in the hidden mountains come to be? If it were not a crime to be poor, why would you leave your hometown to do business?
If it weren't for the turmoil in the country, why would he be able to become a general on the battlefield? If you don't fill your skin, how can you bear the light of the sky?
Look at the bones at your feet. How many of them have ancestors here?
Those who did evil turned into bones, so the Emperor of Tang sent people to fight, and after death, they turned into bones again.
People tend to believe that gods will save them, but where are the gods they believe in?
To the gods, these bones will disappear in just three thousand years.
Three thousand years, just...
Yang Jian and others turned around and saw that the solitary bridge where they came was filled with bones and undead. They lingered in front of Jiming Pass, blocked by the black talismans.
Yuan Shoucheng, on the other hand, was sitting leisurely in front of the gate, holding a red-crowned rooster, looking at the bones with cloudy eyes.
"Do you know what are the three most terrifying words in the world?" Yang Jian said.
The three monsters shook their heads.
Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said: "Even though I knew that my destiny was like this, I had no intention of resisting at all. I allowed fate to destroy my body completely, but in the end, I just said helplessly, I got used to it..."
Several people headed against the tide of corpses towards the northwest mountain col. There were locust tree leaves to block the fire, but these bones could not detect where these people were going.
The closer they got to the northwest, the more Yin Qi became. They felt a bright white light appear before their eyes, and saw the soil in the mountainous area begin to churn.
Although it is white bones, this time it does not look like human bones, with a 2-foot-long bone body and four legs with sharp claws. A pair of intertwined fangs, and the eyes were lit with a flickering blue light.
These are tiger bones, there are seven or eight of them, with bits of white skin on them. Walking in the wilderness, shaking my head...
The centipede relied on the leaves of the locust tree to block the heat and took a step forward. Who would have thought that these seven or eight blue-eyed white tiger corpses would actually swing their tiger heads towards the centipede.
"Be careful!" Yang Jian shouted softly.
The centipede didn't dare to move after hearing this, and stood straight on the spot. From this point of view, the tombs in the mountain col must be the key to finding the Bone Lady.
Otherwise, how could these tiger corpses detect the centipede that blocked the fire?
At this moment, the tiger corpse got close to the centipede and sniffed around him. The centipede didn't dare to move when it saw this. Unexpectedly, one of the tiger corpses squatted down and carried the two bone claws up to the centipede. On the shoulders of the dragon!
This attack caught him off guard, and he immediately fell back with a "Ah!" When the tiger corpses on the side saw a living person, they swarmed up and bit the centipede with their sharp teeth.
Yang Jian frowned, knowing that a flaw had been missed, he stood up and dangled the Nail Ghost Technique of the Mysterious Earth Scroll on his fingertips.
In between breaths, afterimages drifted by, and those tiger corpses were nailed to the spot.
Just the moment the tiger corpse was immobilized, the surrounding cold air suddenly shrank towards the mountain col, and the entire mountain range shook, as if thousands of troops were galloping, attacking with overwhelming force!
Yang Jian secretly thought that this was not good, he was just stirring up a hornet's nest. Within a few breaths, several people could see from a distance that the undead army that had been lingering at Jiming Pass was gathering towards this mountain col...
"Let's go!" Yang Jian shouted, squatted down, grabbed a handful of gravel and threw it into the air.
"Spreading beans makes an army!"
In response, hundreds of soldiers in armor stood behind a few people.
Not daring to stay any longer, Yang Jian led the three monsters and jumped into the mountain col. He opened his eyes wide and searched for the location of the mass grave.
After a while, Yang Jian saw several coffins placed crookedly a hundred meters away.
The coffin is sealed with black wood, and corpse insects come in and out. And the black coffin in the middle was exuding a trace of black air.
Yang Jian glanced coldly, vaguely feeling that there was danger in the coffin, so he summoned the Roaring God Dog to quell the evil.
The dog is psychic, and the dog also noticed something strange around him, transformed into a golden body of a lion dog, and rushed over.
With just one roar, the coffin exuding black energy exploded.
In an instant, the sound of thousands of troops galloping rang out for no reason, colliding with the killing sounds of the army of bones.
The scattered black energy gradually condensed into a general. Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, he saw the general suddenly raised his head and killed the army of bones surrounding him.
Yang Jian and others felt confused. They thought that the trap was set up here to prevent others from invading, but they did not expect that the resentful spirit was heading towards the army of bones.
Could it be that I made a mistake?
Yang Jianqi ignored the resentful spirit and went up to look into the coffin.
It didn't matter what he saw, but he saw a piece of human skin with his face stuck to the bottom of the coffin!
The roaring sound gradually faded out of Yang Jian's mind. The only face he saw was that of a dirty old man, wrinkled and numb.
The edge has grown together with the bottom of the coffin...
The three monsters and Xiaotian saw that Yang Jian was in a trance, and the resentful spirits and soldiers transformed by Xuan Gong who were killed could no longer withstand the offensive of countless bones and bones, and were being defeated bit by bit.
"Demon King!" Chang Hao roared.
Yang Jian came back to his senses. His eyelids were twitching fiercely. The coffin was at least a hundred years old, but although the old man's face was dilapidated, it was not rotten...
And the traces of Madam Bones also come to an end here...
Yang Jian looked around and saw the resentful spirit carrying a broken white bone with its invisible body.
It muttered: "You... you bones, how can you stand up again?!"
Yang Jian knew that this resentful spirit should be the general sent by Emperor Tang to stop the Bone Army, but now he probably doesn't know that he is dead.
"Xiao Tian, Qi Tian's armor is too eye-catching, please put on the military armor for me..."
After Yang Jian finished speaking, the roaring dragon rolled over and turned into a brown wind armor and draped it over Yang Jian's body.
The three points and two blades pointed up to the sky, and suddenly the thunder took hold and "clicked" and struck down a blast of thunder.
Within a radius of 300 meters, with Yang Jian as the center, an electric arc wall was formed, trapping the tide of corpses outside.
Yang Jian didn't want to alert the enemy. After all, the Bone Lady was both friend and foe, and her temperament was uncertain.
But if he didn't take action, these annoying bones would probably drown him and the others in this White Tiger Ridge.
The resentful spirit on the side was also shaken by the sudden thunder. It stared at Yang Jian and the others. Seeing that the latter ignored him, it instead looked inside the coffin...
"Why is the Demon King so interested in this coffin?" Chang Hao asked.
Yang Jian frowned and groped carefully on the coffin. These three monsters didn't know what Yang Jian had in mind.
The gathering of evil spirits in this place often covers up the auras of some spirits, and it is really unreasonable for this uncorrupted human face to grow on this coffin...
wrong…
Yang Jian gradually noticed something strange. The sides and top of the coffin were made of black-painted nanmu, but the floor... was made of dusty willow wood.
"Huh, why is there a human face? It turns out that he ate a living person, but why do you want to use the face of a living person to see the world?!"
After saying that, Yang Jian's fingertips suddenly lit up with fire, and the old man's face immediately opened his eyes as the fire light reflected on his face.
Yang Jian held the face in his hands, but heard Yang Xian shout: "What is this?!"
In the blink of an eye, a green light suddenly appeared above everyone's heads, and they saw a two-foot-long green-bordered Xuanmen appear in the sky.
Before they could react, they heard the human face in Yang Jian's hand chuckle and say: "I haven't seen live flesh in many years... Once it comes, let's make peace with it..."
Green light flashed, and Yang Jian and the others disappeared on the White Tiger Ridge together with the resentful spirit.
A tree vine was pulled out from the coffin and the lid was closed.
After hearing a loud cockcrow from the cockcrow gate, the army of countless bones receded like a tide.
Dig the earth for your own grave and level the mountains. It's as if nothing happened...
