The black water is surging with no end in sight, and hanging in the sky, there is a huge space-time gate. From time to time, ice cubes smash down, splashing hundreds of miles of ice water, sometimes sinking into the water, and then emerging from the sea, one after another.
And a little further away, there is a huge ball, green on the outside and gold on the inside, like a sun-like ball. It rises and falls in the sea water. Every time it puffs and puffs, it rises. It is as big as a cloud hanging from the sky. It absorbs and spits out tens of thousands of glaciers and sea water.
Black water flows continuously inside.
Not far away, a Taoist dressed in black was sitting on a glacier, seeming to be vomiting. As it opened and closed, a faint black light rippled into the void, and he looked at the sun from time to time.
"The growth of the subsoil has slowed down. Ye Qing knows how to measure things." The Taoist in black whispered.
The abyss of black water is also a must for the world. Originally, it didn't matter if you swallowed some black water when you were young, but now it is so huge that you can't just go in and not get out.
Swallowing the filth and spitting out the clean water is in line with the self-discipline of the world.
Just as I was thinking about it, before the black water surged, a black mountain peak appeared in the distance ahead, thousands of miles high, falling heavily from the void.
"Boom" was a huge impact, causing a blockage the moment it passed through the door.
To a certain extent, the negative pressure on the darkening side forms a balanced pressure difference between Yin and Yang, preparing for the opening of the space-time gate on the Yang side as soon as the time comes... Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.
And when this glacier crashed into the black water and among the ice floes, the Taoist in black who was on guard focused his eyes... The enemy was about to take action!
There should still be a few days before the sun-side space-time gate opens, but the increase in glaciers will undoubtedly temporarily pressurize the area. There is a roaring circulation deep in the earth's crust. From the cracks in the ground, large pieces of broken ice are ejected from the seabed holes and springs, and there are dots of red and black strange things.
The spirit of world revolution merged into the revolutionary tide of the Blackwater Ocean, which has become a sea of ghosts.
Grassland and starry sky.
A long and narrow train passed through the Xiping Mountain Pass and galloped past, from west to east. The white light of the high beam pierced the darkness and mist. It dimmed after only shining for a hundred meters. The bright square windows flashed past, sliding through the warm yellow in the night.
arc.
This train has a pale white shroud and is mostly filled with passengers going to Stuning. However, there is also a carriage mounted at the back. Unlike ordinary passenger carriages, it is full of books. Most of them are
There are various county annals, county annals, historical documents of ancestors' travels, and a few power books. The seals are piled up to squeeze out a square inch of space. A frail old man who is a scribe is doing a routine inspection of waterproof seals with a lamp in his hands.
The flight attendant girl following him was confused: "Mr. Lang Shiguan, there is no rain in the Dragon Palace weather forecast these days, right?"
"Ha... be prepared for a rainy day. The train is fast and the journey span is long. It is late at night where we are now, and it might be early morning on the other side of the East Wasteland... It is always right to be prepared for a heavy rain."
The old historian explained with a smile, caressing the heavy boxes as if caressing his own children and grandchildren: "These books are collected by refugees from other states to collect ancient books, rare books and even orphan books. Although the jade disc records backed up the information, the original files are
We must also send it to the safe Donghuang..."
"Put it in libraries and schools. People in the future will always know what generations have done. Even if you are not qualified enough to practice immortality, knowing knowledge and concentrating on your industry can condense your red soul and live up to this life... This is also the will of the King of Han."
King of Han...
The girl's eyes suddenly became clear, and she reached out to take the lamp: "Then let me help you take the photo..."
"Be careful not to swing the lamp, or the oil will splash and cause sparks to come out..." The old historian continued to check. Although he had retired and went to the Eastern Wasteland to retire in Han Dynasty this time, he was still meticulous and patient in the task.
A "bang" sound of lighting spells rose in the night sky, and the real person in front of the escort could be heard saying: "Who dares to stop the army of the King of Han?"
call--
Amidst the sound of snorting from thick nostrils, two copper bells with bloody eyes lit up in the mist, and a huge black shadow held a heavy hammer and swung down in front of the train.
"Ghost...Ghost King!"
The driver of the train opened his eyes wide. This ghost king seemed to be indifferent to the military train of the Han Dynasty. The real person's face also changed slightly: "Little Wude Lingchi Protection!"
"Send a message to summon reinforcements——"
The sound of alarm bells, real people's screams, screams, and the sound of creaking and rubbing steel. The entire train immediately lit up with the brilliance of the magic circle in response to the stress.
The girl only looked outside and saw numerous ghosts outside. Unlike the past when they retreated from the magic circle, these Yin soldiers had red eyes, and they pounced on them even more fiercely when they encountered the magic circle.
The Ghost King is more like the one who once reached the ground with his horns stretched out. With the blessing of more than 20,000 large formations, he was able to reach an existence that was almost a fake immortal!
Several such ghost kings have been found at Stuning Port, but they failed to break through the harbor defense formation. No one expected that one would escape deep into the interior and threaten the hinterland of the grassland along the train lines.
"This kind of ability to travel long distances." The old historian frowned, suddenly feeling confused. The Yin soldiers did not need food and drink, as long as they had Yin Qi to replenish them, they could keep walking like this.
But now that black ice is spewing out everywhere, it is much more convenient than the ancient battlefield when the King of Han conquered Zhangjiao... And it is not surprising that the ghost king consciously follows the railway track with the breath of humanity.
Or maybe the army in the past was not as easy to control as it is today, so ghosts also pick on weaklings?
Before the old historian could figure out the academic issues, in just three breaths, the entire train formation collapsed with holes everywhere. Amidst the woman's screams, countless ghosts rushed in and pounced on their feast of flesh and blood.
The smell of blood is filling the air.
The flight attendant girl's beauty turned pale and she was one of the first to scream. The lamp she had been holding up loosened and fell to the ground. She was immediately surrounded and swarmed by the influx of Yin soldiers...
The old historian picked up the lamp and stepped on the sparks on the ground. The strange thing was that the Yin soldiers seemed to be afraid of this lamp, which reminded him that this was once a small magic weapon inherited by the family. Of course, it would not work without a strong owner.
In less than a minute, the sound in the entire train disappeared, and at the end, a dense crowd of underworld soldiers rushed towards the old historian, avoiding the light of the flame of the oil lamp. He was the only living person here. Compared with the map in his impression, it was a hundred miles in radius.
Without a big city, ordinary sentries cannot stop the power of the Ghost King.
"It's rare to retire after working for a lifetime... It seems that I won't be able to go to the Eastern Wasteland and see the establishment of a new dynasty."
The old historian sighed, looked at the light in his hand, glanced at the books behind him, and silently turned down the light until it went out... Ghosts don't eat books, but fire does.
Turn off the light and he won't have to worry about the book.
As soon as the magical weapon's spiritual flame was extinguished, the voyeuristic Yin soldiers surged up and submerged the old historian's body, and a ray of red light appeared faintly in the darkness.
The steamy mist rose, and the Ghost King stood on the remains of the military column with a sledgehammer in his hand. He looked at the work he had made, and took a deep breath with a satisfied expression. Suddenly, hundreds of ghosts were sucked into his belly, and a single soul bloomed.
The crimson brilliance resisted its absorption - this immediately made the Ghost King furious, and he tried to manipulate it.
boom!
A faint pillar of heaven emerged from the book, and with a swipe in the air, it took away the red soul and disappeared deep into the earth's veins, leaving only the furious ghost king jumping on the spot, and not even the true immortals in the outer world were reading.
, this kind of femininity has no idea why it never touched the last cart of books.
At this time, a ray of fairy light passed quickly high in the sky, and it glanced at the place without stopping.
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Beimang Mountain·Ancient Battlefield
The dry leaves in the cold winter swirled and fell in mid-air, the horses' hooves fell to the ground silently, and the silver battle flag fluttered in the moonlight. The golden-armored general led the team to patrol the canyon, and listened to a heroic spirit in silver armor reporting back: "General,
The Beishan sentry post discovered the signal for help from the King of Han's army. When they arrived, they were all dead. Among the dead were ten real people, seventy Taoist soldiers, and nine hundred ordinary people... Judging from their luggage, they should be refugees going to Stuning for transportation."
"Who is the enemy?" The general's voice sounded particularly cold under the bronze mask.
"It seems that the traces are caused by a large number of ghost objects, but ordinary ghost objects cannot break through the small five virtue spiritual formation of the train. It is impossible for ten real people to escape. There must be... similar to the ghost king of Zhang Jiao in the past." Silver Armor
The heroic spirit whispered, knowing why the coach was angry.
Because with the expansion of the Han Kingdom and sacrifices, the heroic spirits in Beimang Mountain now basically belong to the Dragon Qi system of the Han Kingdom - it's not that the princes of other small countries don't want to seal them, it's that they can't afford to seal them because they don't have the popularity, resources, and status.
Although the combat power of the heroic spirits and the essence of human nature is one level higher than that of the Yin soldiers, most of the heroic spirits cannot stay in this world for a long time. Every time they are awakened in the ancient battlefield, they need the support of the descendants' popular sacrifices!
Ghost King...
The general looked at the position of the moon in the sky. It was still at the zenith. He turned his horse's head to the north and said, "Blow the horn."
The generals behind him looked at each other and then all galloped to follow the commander.
If anyone pays attention, they will find that the flag of this heroic team has a simple Chinese style pattern. Unfortunately, it is no longer gold, but only a silver flag, which is no longer gold, which means that the coach has not reached the level outside at this time.
The level of fake immortality.
A Yang Yingling who served as an attendant raised a golden horn, with an ancient Chinese sacrificial covenant engraved on it... a covenant of sacrifice and observance.
Woo——
A long war signal passed through the Beimang Mountains, and ancient battlefields lit up one after another. According to the old promise, the millions of heroic spirits in the Beimang Mountains awakened again...
What is surprising is that the brilliance of the heroic spirits reflected in the valleys is different from the transparent and dim appearance of ordinary heroic spirits. Many of them are as silver as the full moon...
It shows that they have not only performed humane merits, but also achieved heavenly merits in major battles. They have been recognized and blessed by heaven and earth and can walk in the sun!
The advantage of the heroic cavalry is that the horses and men are not tired, they can always march at the highest speed, and they ignore the terrain. When the Guards quickly walked out of Xiping Mountain Pass, they also saw the smoke from the wreckage of the military vehicle and the blood stains on the corpses of soldiers and civilians.
The general rode his horse in a circle slowly: "All gone?"
"After checking the possible escape terrain nearby, there are no living people... However, there is still a cart of history books, and it seems that there is an old historian guarding it." A silver-armored heroic spirit who was the first to stay on the spot and guarded here said softly.
He said, recalling: "Before I arrived, I saw him promoted to Red Soul from a distance, sensed the Great Han Dragon Qi Tianzhu, and was taken away on the spot. The rest were nearly swallowed by the Ghost King. There were too many.
I’m afraid I haven’t digested it for a while, so I can catch up quickly before it’s too late.”
All the heroic spirits were silent and looked to the north, the direction where the Ghost King disappeared.
The mighty red and black Yin Qi is like the sea. The Guards cannot attack rashly at this moment, but all the heroic spirits have already accumulated anger in their hearts. They all died in the pioneering life, adhering to the legacy of humanity, and those who identify with humanity, and
I hate this enemy of humanity the most.
The general ordered a few heroic spirits: "Go and report to Nanlian Mountain and ask someone to forward this cartload of books."
"Yes!" Several horses galloped away.
After waiting for a while, a large army of 40,000 heroic spirits belonging to the ancient battlefield of the headquarters finally arrived. A flash of gold lit up on the handsome flag, and the halberd under it was pointed directly: "Pursue and kill."
"Follow your orders!" Due to the special geographical location of the ancient battlefield team in Nancang County, a large proportion of the newly fallen soldiers of the Han Dynasty were offered sacrifices to retain them. When I thought that among the dead in this train were my fellow villagers from Paoze, I became furious towards the enemy.
With murderous intent, at the command of the coach, all the troops mobilized...
Anyone who offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is!
At the same time, at the mountain pass parallel to Xiping Pass, silver tide surged out of the mountains. Because the sleeping heroic spirits would not be easily awakened, among the nearly millions of heroic spirits, in addition to the headquarters of the general, the gods on the battlefields only raised elite troops of heroic spirits to accompany them.
, and also gathered nearly 100,000 legions.
In this late night, it was like the bright moon falling to the ground, and like the brilliance of the morning light gathering on the horizon, converging under the same flag. The handsome flag turned golden at this moment, the light rose on the general, and the ghost king roared in the distance.
, led two hundred thousand Yin soldiers to fight back...
"kill!"
The two forces collided, and the golden light clashed. In the battle between the subordinates, it seemed that there were nearly twice as many Yin soldiers, and the red and black auras were extremely ferocious. It was easy to attack the city and destroy the stronghold, but with the professional killers
It is incomparable to defeat the heroic army.
The strength, wisdom, and organization of the two are all the difference between rogue bandits and regular armies. With heroic spirits as the vanguard, the silver tide plunges into the Yin soldiers cluster, staggering and dividing them, echoing each other from afar. Without a cup of tea, the entire Yin soldiers army collapses!
puff……
The ghost king's ferocious head flew up. Without the blessing of the Yin Qi of the army, it was no match for the general with its bravery alone. It killed him with just one halberd. When the neck was cut, the red and black Qi shot up to the sky, and many transparent ones of different shades emerged.
The soul thanked the general silently and disappeared into the depths of the earth.
At this time, another celestial light hurriedly passed by high in the grassland. If he felt something, he glanced here, did not stop, and continued to go away.
The general raised his head and looked at it, wondering in his heart... Is this the breath of an immortal?
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Heavenly Court·Main Hall
Immortals gathered together, countless images were displayed in the sky, and the immortals' spiritual consciousness quickly scanned them and filed them away.
Among the assessment images sent from various places, Qingmai Tianxian was the fastest to obtain the most image materials. The two clips just now are just two small shining points. They only attracted attention because they involved the Han Dynasty and were causally related.
Many immortals nodded and communicated with each other: "Qingmai is indeed well prepared and handles emergencies in a timely manner."
This evaluation is fair. The immortals with yellow veins and red veins frowned. It can be seen that there is a deeper meaning in the two scenes just now...
"The influence of the Han Kingdom has penetrated deeply into the various ancient battlefields of Beiman Mountain. Combined with the son-in-law relationship between the King of Han and the Dragon Clan, which was once the pinnacle of Shinto, doesn't it mean that Qingmai has long been working hard to win over Shinto vassals and manage the ancient battlefields within its own sphere of influence?
Already?"
"Did it start a few years ago, a hundred years ago, or did the Qing Emperor start planning and preparing for the fiefdom system millions of years ago? I have to admire this time period, he is so patient..." There was the impatient Chimai
Even the immortals found it difficult to understand the investment recovery cycle of taking a long-term view to catch the big fish. They secretly thought that it was no wonder that green veins could cultivate yellow veins. This aspect of patience was completely the same!