In this spiritual world, Balian cannot see his physical existence, and his vision seems to come from the sky.

The city was ablaze with war, black beacon smoke was billowing, and the city was constantly echoing with the solemn and desolate sound of trumpets.

In the continuous snow-capped mountains outside the city, in the dim skylight, there was no white clothes.

The darkness covering the pale snow surface was like a torrent, like tentacles, sweeping away all the living creatures and vegetation in the mountains.

Balian was speechless and unable to control his non-existent body.

But he could clearly feel the distorted and scorching heat in the air, as well as the almost terrifying high temperature. The air on the horizon was obviously distorted.

From a macro perspective, the darkness sweeping across the world was like a torrent, and it was actually very similar to the scene where the Heavenly Holy Sword Mountain descended on the eve of his entry into this spiritual world.

The only difference is that this snowy silver city, which has been covered with snow all year round, is now as if it is in a volcanic zone, with the smell of burning charcoal everywhere.

Under the microscopic view, Balian saw that the dark current rushing like sea water was actually composed of mecha puppets.

They are like a huge ocean tide formed by tiny water droplets, endless.

Even though Bailian had experienced the witch plague, he had never seen such a large number of mecha puppets in Shifang City.

Looking around, there is no trace of blood in the snow-capped mountains that stretch for thousands of miles.

The army of puppets is like a surging ocean, submerging all obstacles and constantly swallowing forward.

Bai Lian has never seen the rolling mountains controlled by Shifang City turn into a battlefield, and then turn into a stunning scenery like being in the wilderness and dust.

Those steel puppet armies spread in all directions like locusts.

Such a shocking number made Balian couldn't help but suspect that this number could almost be compared with the huge race of humans.

And these continuous snow-capped mountains have become the last line of defense to lock down these puppet armies.

He could see the high walls of Shifang City that were closed on all sides, spattered with pieces of flesh and blood.

There were soldiers in the city arrayed in all directions, wearing golden armor and holding heavy talismans.

The talisman in his hand continuously erupted with terrifying fireworks energy, setting off a yellow sandstorm under the city that was stirred up by the energy.

The flame talisman wrapped with powerful talismans vented the desperate anger of the talisman cultivators in the city. Under the city, there was a vast ocean of steel with no end in sight.

Although the power of the mysterious fire talisman is huge, it cannot withstand the huge number of mecha puppets under the city.

The ten-direction restrictive barrier in the city was fully opened, and a high degree of alert was raised.

What's even more frightening is that the mecha puppets attacking the city include not only the army, but also the air force.

In Bai Lian's impression, Shifang City, as a rich and majestic city in the world and known as the ancient city that never sleeps, is seen from the perspective of the outside at this moment.

Although the densely populated cities still tower into the clouds like giant fingers.

But there were very few lights in the city, as if it was the darkness of the end of the world, and only a little bit of firelight could be seen vaguely.

Black smoke pillars continued to rise from the city on the outer edge, like black crow feathers of death stuck in the sky and earth of the city.

In an almost crushing attack style, the thirty-six capitals outside Shifang City were like trampled and conquered rice fields.

The city wall, as tall as Kuafu's body, was crushed and collapsed by the passing of the steel army.

Under this horrific fighting war, the talisman cultivators guarding the city wall didn't even have time to replace the talismans that had exhausted their spiritual power. Their bodies were mercilessly crushed into mud by the steel army.

Only then did Balian realize that in this dark war, it was not night, but day.

It's just that the war was too cruel. The scorching sun was obscured by the smoke of the battlefield, and it was difficult for the sky to reach the earth. The blazing high temperature emitted on the battlefield did not originate from the scorching sun behind the smoke of the gunpowder.

But when the city was destroyed, the talisman cultivators of Shifang City who had no way to retreat fought desperately, even using their own spiritual roots to refine the talisman, turning it into a red explosive talisman with extremely terrifying energy that blended with their own flesh and blood.

The human monks used their flesh and blood to carry spiritual talismans with astonishing destructive power, roaring and roaring into the army like straight lines connected back and forth.

Regard death as home!

The red explosive talisman was under the control of spiritual power. Although it had been ignited, it did not directly explode the terrifying talisman power.

Instead, the bodies of the Talisman Cultivators were burned into flames. During the process of running away, the mecha puppets surrounding them from all directions were unable to stop them.

Once they get involved, even though the bodies of those mecha puppets are made of Xuanjing iron, they will be burned to the point of being turned into molten iron.

The red explosive talisman transformed into a human body whizzed across the battlefield until it reached the depths of the steel-like army, ensuring that his sacrifice could take away more out-of-control mecha puppets.

Only then did the terrifying flame talisman ignite.

The heat wave of the explosion spread out a huge mushroom cloud on the ground.

In that burning mushroom cloud wrapped in black smoke, the corpses of the talisman cultivators turned into a rain of hot blood, with metal fragments mixed with the puppet structure flying in all directions.

The flying fragments hit the other mecha puppets like rough and hot stones, leaving deep and terrifying marks.

In the blasting storm, the high temperature emitted was shocking. From a distance, each explosion of the red explosive talisman was severely torturing the minds of the survivors.

The sound of explosions sounded in the city.

And the black mass of overturned mecha army was like a wave from behind pushing against a wave in front. When the tide came over, it crushed and flattened the metal fragments of the mecha companions together with the remaining human flesh and blood.

Looking at the scene in front of him, even Balian could not help but be moved and shocked.

Is this the memory of ninety-nine?

When did Shifang City experience such a disaster?

Why has the world never heard of rumors of this battle?

Such a magnificent war has never been known to the outside world?

Although the battle was brutal, there were countless victims.

Bai Lian even discovered that even those talisman cultivators who struggled to guard the outer city of Shifang had profound talisman skills and exquisite cultivation.

He was actually more sophisticated and experienced than the monks he saw in Shifang City that day.

However, such a person is only used to guard the outer city and is used as cannon fodder.

That desperate spirit of risking one's life is like the legacy of Shifang City's forefather Snow Girl.

It was different from what happened when the True Ancestor Evil God came. The monks up and down in Shifang City were wailing and complaining, when the disaster came.

Other than waiting with fear for the death knife to fall, I didn't know what to do and was at a loss.

Despite the almost crushing casualties, none of these talisman cultivators in the city lost their fighting spirit.

Even though there is no commander commanding the troops in the outer city, these talisman cultivators have a silent and powerful tacit understanding.

While one after another went to die, they retreated and protected the ordinary Baixin and the young disciples in the outer city into the four main cities of Shifang City.

Unfortunately, manpower is limited.

The people of Shifang City are numerous and rich. Fu Xiu used self-sacrifice, but he could only escort half of the Baixin disciples in the city to the main city to reduce casualties as much as possible.

Bailian saw his second brother Fang Chi, who bore the name of Fang You, and his elder brother guarding the tower of Tianquan City, the first of the four major cities.

Watching all this with deep eyes.

The thirty-six cities in the outer city are falling and disintegrating at an incredible speed. Many years of hard work have been destroyed in one fell swoop.

There were countless casualties among the people and monks in the city.

The veins in his clenched fist that he rested on the railing were bulging, and his eyes were gloomy as he said, "I know that Fang Qingran must not be asked to point at the witch plague technique."

Fang You still had his head lowered and his eyes could not be seen clearly: "If you weren't so big-hearted, you would have millions of soldiers hidden under the mountains of this vast land.

If you had not trusted Fang Qing too much and entrusted him with the important task of guarding the soldiers, how could you have given him such an opportunity to bite us back?"

Fang Chi looked back and gave him a cold look: "I am the key to unlocking the millions of soldiers and puppets. If you hadn't privately taught him the art of witch plague, how could we have fallen into such a passive situation."

Fang You said calmly: "His problem has always been that we did not treat him as one of our own. We are connected by blood and are brothers. You and I have mastered the art of mecha and talismans.

He is the only one who has no power to get involved in anything big or small in the city. Since he wants to understand the Witch Plague, I have no reason to refuse."

Fang Chi gritted his teeth bitterly: "The hearts of the three of us brothers are all tied to one person, Xue Fu. Fang You, I know the evil thoughts in your heart. What you and I are obsessed with is the love that we can't get."

But Fang Qing is different from us, his persistence is closer to reality, and he doesn't have any feelings for Xuefu between men and women.

His almost pathological obsession with her only stems from her powerful strength and mecha technology that he has never seen before.

What he longs for is to get everything Xuefu has. He is obsessed with mecha skills, but he is born in this way and has no talent at all. This is the real scary thing."

"Do you think that, among the three of us brothers, I only gave you the power in the city to exclude him? Fang You, let me tell you, you are too naive!"

“When a person strongly and persistently wants to have something, he is doomed to not have the slightest chance of getting what he desires.

Then this persistence will turn into a devil that devours everything and does whatever it takes!"

"Fang Qing is using his own way to prove to all of us, even if it means using any means.

He also wants to gain the power to stand side by side with Xue Fu and create a puppet with an independent soul consciousness."

Fang You glanced at the steel army under the city and sneered:

"What kind of independent soul consciousness is this? They are just a group of deformed monsters born from the witch plague."

Although this monster transcends the scope of a doll and has a soul of its own, it definitely does not have independent consciousness.

At the end of the day, it’s just about following orders from others and taking action.

Fang Chi asked: "Have you reported this to Xuefu?"
To be continued...