Chapter 627 One hundred thousand soldiers worship the wrong grave?
In the unknown swamp.
The air of death is billowing, and the murderous intent is soaring to the sky.
Countless ancient soldiers crawled out of the mud.
Feng Qingyan stood aside and watched quietly. Although his face was expressionless, his heart was very shocked, curious and puzzled...
When all the soldiers climbed out and lined up, ancient chariots slowly drove out from under the mud. The armored and bone horses pulling the chariots sprayed thick black mist from their nostrils, and snorted deeply from time to time.
, bursting out with terrifying murderous intent.
After a while, ancient chariots were lined up in front of the formation.
Whether it was chariots or soldiers, they were all so densely packed that it was impossible to see them at a glance.
Feng Qingyan made a visual inspection and found that an infantry phalanx had about a thousand people.
In the mysterious and unknown swamp, there are almost hundreds of infantry phalanxes, and there are hundreds of cavalry phalanxes. The number of cavalry phalanxes is smaller, with four cavalry in one group, three groups in one column, and nine cavalry phalanxes.
Formed into a cavalry square.
That is one hundred and eight horses.
That is to say.
There are at least 100,000 soldiers here.
After Feng Qingyan's observation, he discovered that one hundred thousand unknown ancient soldiers were composed of chariots, cavalry and infantry.
Among them, there are thousands of chariots, but I don’t know how many people are attached to the chariots.
At this time, one hundred thousand ancient soldiers stood solemnly, staring into the depths of the swamp, as if waiting for something.
What are they?
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised in his heart, so he followed his gaze.
At this moment, the world seemed to have lost its voice, and was as quiet as death, with only the murderous aura raging in the sky.
After a while, he saw eight tall armored bone horses crawling out of the deepest part of the swamp, pulling a huge chariot behind them.
The chariot was dilapidated and covered with mud mixed with blood.
When the chariot appears.
Feng Qingyan felt a terrifying murderous aura.
On the huge black chariot, stood a tall dark figure, exuding a billowing black murderous aura.
That black-like murderous intent was like a rolling wave, tearing apart the world in an instant.
The horror is boundless!
Feng Qingyan was a little shocked.
The tall and terrifying figure held up a worn-out bronze sword, with a bloody long sword on his waist. He wore armor that shone with cold light, but it was dilapidated and had many marks of swords and spears.
The sergeants on the left and right of the terrifying figure were all wearing uniforms and belts, standing with guns and halberds in hand.
When the huge chariot drove out, one hundred thousand sergeants all gave a respectful military salute, their movements were uniform, and the cold, metallic sound of their armor was heard.
The pale moonlight shone on the armor of the hundred thousand undead soldiers, exuding bursts of cold light.
Murderous!
At this time, Feng Qingyan was also a little shocked.
This picture really shocks the sight and the soul...
Who is this?
Somewhat fierce.
This should not be the Thirteenth Emperor.
However, Feng Qingyan became even more confused. What on earth did the Thirteenth Emperor want him to see?
These 100,000 soldiers who were obviously dead seemed to crawl out of the ground again without closing their eyes.
Where did it come from?
At this time, the black figure standing on the huge chariot glanced coldly at the hundreds of thousands of solemn sergeants, as if on a military parade, and suddenly shouted:
"habit!"
In an instant.
One hundred thousand soldiers wielded ancient weapons, including spears, swords, knives, daggers, and halberds. Their movements were uniform and filled with murderous intent.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
One hundred thousand soldiers roared in action, and strong murderous aura burst out from their bodies.
Incomparably fierce.
At this time, streaks of murderous intent shot up into the sky, rolling straight through the swamp and breaking through the dark sky. The dead trees, silt, debris, blood, and stones all around exploded one after another.
The murderous spirit is overwhelming and the fighting spirit is overwhelming.
Unrivaled.
Feng Qingyan was shocked again. Who are they?
Why don't you die with your eyes in peace and crawl out from the ground?
At this moment, the black figure on the huge chariot pressed down with the bronze gun in his hand, and the one hundred thousand soldiers immediately fell silent without a single sound.
Deathly silence.
Forbidden!
When Feng Qingyan was waiting for their next move, he saw a huge chariot approaching him, and the 100,000 soldiers quickly turned to face him.
Um?
Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and his face changed slightly. Did they find themselves?
However, he did not feel the murderous intent directed at him.
So he didn't retreat.
And at this time.
The huge chariot drove several feet in front of Feng Qingyan.
He still couldn't see clearly the tall black figure on the chariot, it was like a shadow.
At this time, the black figure stepped down from the chariot, walked step by step in front of Feng Qingyan, and stopped about ten feet away.
But Feng Qingyan still couldn't see his appearance clearly.
Still black.
When Feng Qingyan was confused, the black figure suddenly knelt down on one knee. And the one hundred thousand soldiers behind the black figure also knelt down on one knee one by one, like a tide...
He saw that even the bone horse knelt down.
But at this moment, his face was full of ???, and seeing the black figure silent for a long time, he said: "What do you mean?"
"Meet my emperor."
The black figure shouted.
"Meet my emperor."
One hundred thousand soldiers shouted in unison, their voices like roaring waves, almost overturning the swamp.
The question marks on Feng Qingyan's face changed from three to one.
Shouldn't it be to meet the emperor?
Also, no matter how you look at it, these 100,000 soldiers do not look like the soldiers of Dayi merchants.
Did they... worship the wrong grave?
No, did you worship the wrong person?
"You have recognized the wrong person."
Feng Qingyan said helplessly, the person they were meeting should be the Thirteenth Emperor, right?
However, what does the Thirteenth Emperor mean?
"Meet my emperor."
The black figure said again.
"Meet my emperor."
One hundred thousand soldiers shouted.
At this time, Feng Qingyan took a closer look again and found that they did not look like the soldiers of Dayi Shang. According to the aura emanating from them, at least they existed in ancient times...
So, they got the wrong person.
but.
This reason seems a bit ridiculous. How could such a terrifying existence recognize the wrong person?
Does he have previous lives?
Although this is more ridiculous, it is not impossible. After all, he has already lived his third life. What's wrong with a few more lives?
"What's the name of the general?"
Feng Qingyan thought wildly for a while, then asked the black figure.
"The gods will rise at the end."
The black figure was still kneeling and said in a cold voice.
"General Shenqi may have admitted the wrong person. I am not your emperor."
Feng Qingyan shook his head and said.
At this time, Shenqi raised his head slightly, and two black lights lit up his dark face. He just glanced at it and quickly lowered his head and said: "How can I admit my mistake? I also ask my emperor to grant us not to enter reincarnation and to live forever."
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"What?"
Feng Qingyan was shaken all over and almost lost his balance.
"Please also ask my emperor to grant us permission not to enter reincarnation and to live forever!"
One hundred thousand soldiers shouted loudly, and then fell to the ground and bowed down.
At this moment, Feng Qingyan was a little shaken in his heart. He frowned and stared at the 100,000 soldiers. How did they know that he wanted to master reincarnation?
Listening to their words, it seems as if they have mastered reincarnation.