"Report, General Zu, something bad has happened. Outside Jiulian City, sixteen aristocratic families headed by the Zhang family are marching out of the city for hundreds of miles to prepare for the enemy's entry into the city."

A scout came to report on Pegasus.

"What? How dare the traitors do this? The vanguard army listens to the order and gives me a faster horse. I will kill all these traitors today!"

Zu Mao had a bad temper, how could he tolerate such blatant traitorous behavior?

What's more, as the vanguard general of the army, how could he not take action when encountering such a thing?

"promise!"

Once the vanguard army composed of 10,000 Zhao cavalry accelerates, the yellow sand is like smoke for thousands of miles, the dust is flying wantonly, and the earth seems to be shaking.

...

"General Huang, Zhang and a total of 16 Jiulian City aristocratic families are here to welcome the Qingshan Dynasty army into the city."

Outside Jiulian City, Zhang Wencheng, the leader of the Zhang family, was respectfully saluting Huang Shiqing, the pioneer general of the Qingshan Dynasty.

"Okay, very good. The head of the Zhang family knows the current affairs. I will appreciate it. I also ask the head of the Zhang family to lead the way. We will talk about it after we enter the city."

Huang Shiqing laughed heartily. He was able to take down Jiulian City so easily. He was also happy and relaxed.

As everyone knows, Zhang Wencheng's eyes flashed coldly, as if he had other plans.

"General Huang, don't worry. I have prepared a glass of fine wine for all the soldiers. It won't be too late for you all to have a drink before entering the city."

Zhang Wencheng directed his men to bring in hundreds of jars of fine wine, and gave each of the Qingshan Dynasty's pioneers a large bowl, while a boy behind them filled a bowl of wine.

"Isn't this not good? There is a military ban on drinking alcohol. Head Zhang, I understand your kindness, why don't you forget it?"

Huang Shiqing sniffed the tangy smell of alcohol vigorously, then resisted the impulse with great perseverance, and refused hesitantly.

"Don't worry, General Huang. One bowl per person, it doesn't matter. What's more, you captured Jiulian City today without losing any of your soldiers. Shouldn't you celebrate your victory?"

Seeing that Huang Shiqing was hesitant, Zhang Wencheng hurriedly advised him. If he didn't drink this wine, wouldn't his plan be ruined?

"But what if the enemy comes? Then wouldn't I miss something big?"

After all, Huang Shiqing was a general who had been fighting for many years, and he had a lot of worries.

"General, you are overly worried. The Tang Dynasty is now surrounded by war and is surrounded by four kingdoms. It has long been weakened. Where can you find the spare strength to send troops here?

Besides, 100,000 vanguard troops have all drunk. Even if the superiors want to blame them, I’m afraid they can’t. As the saying goes, the law does not blame everyone!”

What he said was reasonable and well-founded. Huang Shiqing couldn't find a reason to argue, so he had to agree.

"Okay then, just one bowl per person."

"Well, don't worry, General Huang. If you want one more bowl per person, my wine won't be enough, right?"

"Ha ha."

While talking and laughing, Huang Shiqing also took a sip of wine and drank all the wine in the bowl.

"Master Zhang, it's getting late and we've finished drinking. It's time for me to enter the city."

Huang Shiqing was eager to enter the city and urged a little anxiously.

"Yes, now that we've finished drinking, it's time for us to hit the road. Your Majesty, I've asked you to wait impatiently, right?"

At this moment, Zhang Wencheng had a sad expression on his face and was mumbling in confusion.

"Well? Zhang Wencheng, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Wencheng's words made Huang Shiqing subconsciously feel that something was wrong, but for a while he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Using blood as a guide and gods as sacrifices, the Nine Hell Formation will arise!"

At this moment, Zhang Wencheng took out a formation diagram from his arms, cut his palm open, and dripped his own blood into the formation diagram.

"Stop it, Zhang Wencheng, what are you doing?"

At this time, Zhang Wencheng was looking in the direction of Shengjing City with a pious face, saying nothing, letting the formation swallow up everything in him.

He didn't know what the Nine Hell Formation was, but just by hearing the name, even a fool would know that it was not a good thing.

Huang Shiqing was not willing to sit back and wait for death, so he gathered his subordinates to kill Zhang Wencheng, hoping to stop Zhang Wencheng.

But the sacrifice ceremony of the grand array has already begun, how can it be stopped by human power?

The endless offensives were all neutralized by the formation in an instant, and were completely useless.

With Zhang Wen as the center, there was a strong wind blowing for dozens of miles around, and the sounds of ghosts and monsters were heard constantly.

The sinister energy soared straight into the sky, the aura of purgatory came from the ground, and a bloody array gradually took shape as the aura of purgatory continued to grow.

"Mountain Breaking Hammer, kill!"

A huge ancient iron hammer appeared in the air, and with endless reluctance, it hit the formation angrily.

Huang Shiqing gathered all his life's energy and launched this desperate blow. Unfortunately, the blow dissipated in the air before it could land.

"It's useless, Huang Shiqing, don't waste your efforts. You should have felt that your life is passing by now."

Zhang Wencheng looked at Huang Shiqing, who was still unwilling to give up, and sneered loudly.

"How is that possible? What tricks did you do?"

After careful perception, Huang Shiqing also clearly noticed his own changes.

His body seemed to have become a part of the sacrifice, and his vitality was constantly being snatched away.

"Hahaha, Huang Shiqing, what do you think?"

Zhang Wencheng looked at Huang Shiqing with a half-smile.

"Is there something wrong with the wine? But it's not right. I used my spiritual power to detect it before drinking it. It's not poisonous at all. There should be no problem? But when did you do anything to me?"

Huang Shiqing also gave up struggling, frowning and sitting on the ground thinking.

He knew that if he didn't figure out the crux, it would be impossible for him to escape from this formation.

"Haha, of course it's a problem with the wine, but there's no poison in the wine. Ordinary poisons can't hide it from General Huang, a great master of the Xingyin Realm."

"So what did you put in the wine?"

"It's nothing, just a hint of purgatory."

The energy of purgatory is formless and formless, and even a master of spiritual transformation cannot detect it even if it appears.

As for the Nine Hell Formation Diagram he took out, as long as it is deployed, all humans and animals within a radius of dozens of miles with a trace of purgatory energy will be sacrificed by the formation to enhance the power of the formation.

Zhang Wencheng used this wine with the spirit of purgatory to make all the 100,000 Qingshan Dynasty pioneers become sacrifices in the formation.

"Hey, Zhang Wencheng, you are so cruel!" After figuring out the link, Huang Shiqing's eyes were full of resentment, and he wished he could eat Zhang Wencheng alive.

It's a pity that as the formation continues to operate, his vitality is constantly being swallowed up by the formation, and now he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

"ah!"

The expansion of the purgatory energy has reached its limit, and the one hundred thousand Qingshan Dynasty army turned into mummies in the blink of an eye.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the mummies drifted away, leaving only grains of dust, proving the traces of the existence of a hundred thousand troops.

"Ah! I hate it so much!"

Huang Shiqing hated himself for being careless and greedy, and even more hated Zhang Wencheng for being so calculating and vicious that he would not hesitate to use the lives of sixteen aristocratic families in Jiulian City as bait to go to hell with his 100,000-strong army!

Jiulian City has few soldiers and cannot defend the city at all.

However, the Jiulian City family headed by Zhang Wencheng was die-hard loyal to the late king and did not want the Qingshan Dynasty to easily take Jiulian City, so they came up with this vicious plan!

Now it seems that they succeeded!

Seeing that the power of the formation was getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Wencheng looked at the people in Jiulian City who had turned into mummies, with tears in his eyes and looked up to the sky with a smile.
Chapter completed!