It’s the soul of the Xia clan’s hero who died in battle as told by aunt Lin Xingchu!
Lin Zhao was not afraid of these heroic souls at all. On the contrary, the military spirit in his body was actually close to them.
"kill!"
A group of heroic soul swords were unsheathed and they attacked the ghost cultivator in front of them without any scruples.
"Um?!"
The ghost cultivator raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I have spent my whole life refining and devouring countless evil things. You damn things still dare to do whatever you want to do? You are simply asking for your own death!"
As he said that, the ghost cultivator opened his palms, and wisps of blood-colored air waves rolled towards him. Suddenly, more than ten cavalrymen rushing in the front row were annihilated one after another. They turned into blood and were all sucked into the ghost cultivator's mouth, but the remaining cavalrymen were still fighting.
They split into two groups, stepped through the bamboo forest from both sides, and charged towards the ghost cultivator together, attacking each other with swords and spears.
The ghost cultivator laughed loudly and kept using his methods to attack the heroic souls.
"Qingziying!"
The leader of the heroic spirit generals slowly rode out and said: "I can't keep this golden elixir ghost. Give it to me. Even if the entire Qingzi camp is annihilated, I must kill this eighth-level ghost clan."
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The sound of horse hooves became louder.
Lin Zhaojian frowned. At this moment, the energy in his body had calmed down, and the injury was not too serious. However, the evil-breaking talisman and the demon-suppressing talisman could not be used. They would accidentally injure the souls of these cavalry heroes, so he quickly burned them.
He picked up the third speed talisman, then twisted two holding talismans, and appeared in the air with a slight jump. The two holding talismans blasted towards the ghost cultivator at the same time. At the same time, he mobilized his fists and struck down at the ghost cultivator.
Boxing dry land pulling onions style!
The ghost cultivator felt a chill in his heart. If he wanted to block the two immobilization talismans, he would have to take a punch from Lin Zhao. If he had to avoid the fist, these two immobilization talismans would be destroyed. God knows what kind of freak that kid is. The fist of a six-level martial artist was so powerful.
The eighth-level ghost cultivator was in pain, and his old bones could hardly bear it. Coupled with the hundreds of heroic souls of the Xia clan's remnants, this old ghost cultivator felt a headache even more.
As a result, after a little hesitation, not only did he get the amulet, but he also got his fist.
"Peng!"
Lin Zhao punched the ghost cultivator so hard that his legs fell into the snow, and the two immobilizing charms suppressed the spiritual energy in his body for a short time. Suddenly, more than ten iron cavalry blades fell on him.
He attacked the eighth-level ghost cultivator and chopped off his arms, ears, and shoulders. Then the warrior's sword directly pierced his golden elixir!
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A dignified man in the Golden Core realm died in such a humiliating battle in the bamboo forest.
"Huh...huh..."
Lin Zhao was breathing heavily, feeling exhausted all over. He used too many military talismans in this battle, which consumed a lot of his energy and spiritual energy. Fortunately, in the end, with the help of a group of heroic souls of the Xia clan, he was able to defeat this eight-level warrior.
The golden elixir ghost cultivator was beheaded.
"Thank you very much."
Lin Zhao stood up and clasped his fists at a group of heroic souls: "Junior Lin Zhao, a descendant of the Chen Dynasty of the Xia clan!"
A group of heroic souls clasped their fists and raised their hands on horseback. The leader of the warriors said solemnly: "Young hero, I will fight for the people of the world. We are here to help. It is our duty to do so! Qingziying, bid farewell!"
"Farewell!"
Lin Zhao nodded.
For a while, the heavy snow was still dancing, but the figures of a group of cavalry just dispersed with the wind.
Lin Zhao's heart was racing.
Eight hundred thousand soldiers guard the mountains and rivers with their heroic souls. It is such a grand gesture. It is really hard to imagine how my aunt Lin Xingchu did it!
Return to Yin Temple.
After applying medicine to the injured area, the young man circulated martial arts energy in his body to heal the injury. He raised his head and looked at the top of the Yin Temple illuminated by the firelight. From this moment on, he felt that he was not afraid of ghosts anymore.
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In the early morning, before dawn, Lin Zhao ate a little something and then hurried on his way again.
Since this eighth-level ghost cultivator can find him, it means that there must be other dead warriors who can arrive here. First of all, there will definitely be no shortage of dead warriors from the demon clan. After all, the status of the eleventh-level demon jade is in the demon clan.
It is still relatively high, although the realm is not too high, but she can make good decisions and is the "beautiful military counselor" among the demon clan. When Yu Xie is angry, the entire demon clan will also be angry, so once the news of Lin Zhao going south comes back,
There will definitely not be just one or two people chasing him.
In the early morning, before dawn, heavy snow was still falling.
Lin Zhao walked quickly out of the bamboo forest. He was at a green mountain in front of him. When he was about to pass through a deserted ancient road, suddenly there seemed to be a gust of dark wind, and then the sound of horse hooves and weapons were heard in front of him.
With the chaotic sounds of armor hitting, an entire cavalry regiment was sweeping past in front of them.
It is an ancient battlefield. In the thousands of miles of fertile land between the Xijian River and the Fusu Great Wall, there are dozens of such ancient battlefields. They were all the battlefields where the Xia army fought the demon clan and the demon clan in the green mountains and green waters.
I don’t know how many heroic souls have been buried, but in front of me, this gloomy army is marching through the roads of strangers.
Gray Mist Mountain.
Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage.
Lin Zhao stopped, no longer trespassing, and just stood on the roadside waiting for this yin soldier to pass by. Not only did he not show any disrespect, on the contrary, he cupped his fists and cupped his hands, looking ahead with the etiquette of a warrior. In the eyes of these yin soldiers, he suddenly
There seemed to be a young warrior carrying an ancient sword and a bamboo box on the roadside, cupping his fists and saluting him.
"Thanks!"
On the ancient road, someone whispered something.
When Lin Zhao looked up, he saw the cavalry on war horses. Each one of them automatically slowed down their riding speed when they came in front of him, and passed by him with fists clasped in their hands.
The human warriors of today and the human warriors of hundreds of years ago met in the mountains and rivers.
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A few days later.
Lin Zhao was only three days away from the Fusu Great Wall, and when he was passing through a dense forest, he heard a heavy sound of horse hooves and sensed a strange smell. He immediately flew into the snow forest nearby.
, just in front, a group of iron cavalry rushed past, about hundreds of people in size.
However, this cavalry does not belong to the human army.
Instead, they are a group of creatures with purple eyes. They are well-equipped with uniform armor, weapons and war horses. The war horses are half a head taller than human war horses and are extremely majestic. And this group of humans with purple eyes
, with a strong murderous intention all over his body, one of them looked into the bamboo forest, seemed to have an insight into something, and sneered: "You want to kill a little human warrior?"
Another person said calmly: "It's just the Lower Five Realms, there's no need to waste time, let's go!"
"Um!"
The cavalry galloped away.
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Lin Zhao was always standing in the snow forest. He had seen this group of people on the slips.
Demon clan.
A race from the severe cold zone in the east. Compared with the Demon Clan, the Demon Clan's individual combat power is not too high. The upper five realms are extremely rare among the Demon Clan. However, the Demon Clan's army is quite strict. In a duel with big rules,
On the battlefield, the demon army's power is often stronger than that of the monsters and ghosts, and they are very difficult opponents.
Now, a group of demon cavalry actually appeared within hundreds of miles of the Fusu Great Wall. This is an extremely dangerous thing.
"I don't care, I can't control it."
Lin Zhaonu mouthed, could a mere six-level warrior of his own manage the affairs of the human race? No, he should continue to send the map, arrive at the Fusu Great Wall as soon as possible, and have a good experience there.
At dusk.
Arriving at Luoxia Valley marked on the map, this is also an ancient battlefield.
Lin Zhao found a cave on the mountainside on the edge of Luoxia Valley, which could be used as a place to stay that night. Everything went as usual. He made a fire to cook, and after eating and drinking, he practiced boxing and swordsmanship at the entrance of the cave until he felt tired.
Then he fell asleep.
But not long after I slept, the thundering sound of horse hooves came from the bottom of the mountain.
Lin Zhao woke up from his dream, got up and came to a hill, overlooking the entire Luoxia Valley. He was stunned by the scene in front of him. In the Luoxia Valley, on the left was a whole regiment of dazzling demon cavalry.
, the number is about five thousand, and on the right side is a human army of Yin soldiers shrouded in Yin Qi, numbering tens of thousands.
The battle between the living and the dead seems to have never stopped in this area.
"Keng~~~"
A demon war general pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed the sword straight forward, and shouted: "Pump them down, cut off the luck between the Fusu Great Wall and the Xijianjiang River, and destroy all the people in this thousand-mile territory.
Human power!"
The demon warriors drew their swords one after another and roared angrily.
On the side of the Human Yin Soldier Corps, a commander-level warrior wearing iron armor and wearing three gold stars on his collar also drew out his sword and shouted: "Brothers, ahead is the demon army that attacked and destroyed my right-wing regiment. Today,
We meet on a narrow road and fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
A group of heroic warriors drew their swords one after another.
The two sides quickly strangled each other, and dust flew into the air.
Lin Zhao stood blankly on the hill, overlooking this earth-shattering melee on the battlefield. This battle will not be recorded by any historians. The court of Dashang may be rewarded with dead soldiers, but they will always pretend to be
If you don't know, the people south of the Fusu Great Wall will not know it. Even Chu Huaixi, Huang Tingyu and others on Tianchi Ridge may not know it.
The young man began to set up his sword stake and stared at the battlefield, warming up the military and murderous spirit in his body.
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Real world, Xicheng.
In the wealthy district, a bar on the second floor of a building is open. In the bar, a holographic image is not only floating above the crowd, but also on the stage, seven beautiful dancers are dancing, among which the girl leading the dance is particularly beautiful.
, with an exquisite face, a pair of eyes as clear as water, and extremely beautiful appearance, which attracted the guests to raise their arms, and the atmosphere was very heated.
Late at night.
The girl who led the dance finally got off work and dragged her tired body out of the back door of the bar called "Jack". She was wearing a woolen coat, frowned, and walked quickly, as if she had already forgotten the life behind her.
tired.
Her name is Chen Xue, the most popular girl in this bar.
"Dududu~~~"
The moment she rode the maglev motorcycle and put on the helmet, her communicator rang, and the person's name was "Murong Feiyue".
"Sister Feiyue?"
After Chen Xue confirmed the call, Murong Feiyue appeared in the upper right corner of her helmet's field of vision. She couldn't help but smile and said, "We haven't seen each other for so long. Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"
"I want to discuss something with you."
Murong Feiyue smiled and said: ""The World" will be opened in a while, do you know this?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you plan to fight in the world again?"
"Yes, I have……"
Chen Xue smiled and said: "I am now a member of the Canglong Guild. During the "Conquest" era, I was the chief knight of the entire guild. Is that okay?"
"Goodbye..."
Murong Feiyue smiled and said: "I plan to ask my brother Lin Zhao to rebuild the Knights of the Crimson Moon. How about... you help me? You two are similar in age, so you should get along well."
"ah?!"
Chen Xue was startled: "I'm doing well in Canglong, why should I help Lin Zhao?"
"because……"
Murong Feiyue muttered: "My brother Lin Zhao has the appearance of a heavenly king..."
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Chen Xue almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Okay, let me think twice..."
