The long and deep sound of the trumpet sounded from the Yin Army camp, tugging at the nerves of the dead souls throughout the Pathless Underworld.
coming!
The attack finally begins!
At this moment, whether it was the Yin soldiers in the camp who were trying their best to attack the realm, the reserves at various temporary training grounds, or the vampires in hell, they all started to move in an instant.
For the first time, Wu Dao Underworld showed complete power to all its ghost people.
The rules of the Yin Soldier sequence are that when the trumpet sounds, the assembly must be completed within the rhythm of three trumpets. Those who fail to do so will be destroyed, and those who fail to do so by one-tenth will be destroyed.
So just after the two trumpet rhythms ended, 60,000 Yin soldiers had already assembled in the camp's campus. They were divided into four military formations and looked neatly at Wang Tianyun on the high platform.
"Target, Ghost Country Central Square! Let's go!"
There were no words. Except for the scraping of armor, there was no noise in the entire military formation. It was fast and always intact, and the four-sided formation was not chaotic at all. There was already a tacit understanding between the soldiers. The mountainous discipline in the army had already brought everyone together.
All the edges and corners of his character that were inappropriate for the military were smoothed away.
At the forefront of the military formation were the White Tiger Tooth General Wang Tianyun, the Divine Generals Sikong Xuan and Zhong Wanchou, the three brothers of the Wang family who were in charge of the Ghost Kingdom, all the counselors in the First Army Hall and a group of quartermasters, and finally the four Xiang, Zhou, Guan, and Zhang
Legion commander.
On the road, before arriving at the Ghost Country, a vast mass of blood-red roared out of the entrance to Hell, covering the underworld, like a terrifying torrent, gathering in the air, and rushing toward the Ghost Country like a wave.
.Everywhere he went was full of murderous intent and the strong smell of blood.
"Go forward at full speed!" The messenger took the magic weapon and sent his thoughts into the minds of all the Yin soldiers instantly.
There are also 200,000 reservists who have also begun to gather at the central square of the Ghost Kingdom. Not only may they serve as supplementary troops to enter the battlefield of the plane attack, but they will also undertake heavy logistical supply transportation.
The entire Wu Dao Underworld was boiling at this moment. Every undead ghost citizen had red eyes, roaring hysterically, raising his head towards the Yin soldiers, vampires, and reservists whizzing past in mid-air, waving their own weapons crazily.
fists, shouting "We must win!"
Xue Wusuan stood on Mo Yun's head, already hovering over his golden statue. With his eyes closed, he was uncharacteristically covered in armor and blood-red. A huge sword was floating in the air in his right hand, and he was spitting.
With a red glow, the blade seemed to be unable to hold back and wanted to drink blood and devour souls. Mo Yun under him was also wearing a huge and unique Yin Iron armor at this time, looking even more ferocious.
At this time, the entire central square was empty under the pressure of Xue Wusuan's momentum.
All the ghosts were not allowed to approach the square. From a distance, they felt the madness emanating from Lord Yan, and unconsciously knelt on one knee on the ground, raising their heads and looking at the figure in mid-air with admiration.
With Lord Yan here, this battle will definitely be won with a great victory!
The sound of the trumpet continues, this is already the twenty-first trumpet rhythm. And the person blowing the trumpet is none other than Rong Ziju.
At this time, Rong Zijuan was standing in the square, in front of the statue of Yan Jun, with his back straight and the four monuments of heroes and martyrs beside him.
It was honored to be appointed by Lord Yama as the wartime recorder, and could follow in Lord Yama's footsteps and participate in the entire offensive war. It even took charge of the "Wu Dao Horn" in its hand, not only blowing the first great rally, but also
The first attack will be sounded.
When the twenty-fifth horn sounded, the first batch of people to rush to the central square of the Ghost Country were the vampires in the sky. Even the Vampire Queen, who had never left hell, was being escorted by hundreds of vampires.
We arrived at the sky above the square. Surrounding the square is like a circular well wall, with Yan Jun at the top and the square at the bottom.
Xue Wusuan ignored the vampires who were kneeling in the air and saluted him, still keeping his eyes closed.
After the twenty-sixth trumpet rhythm, the second person to rush to the square was the 60,000 Yin soldiers. They stood neatly on the ground of the square, kneeling down on one knee, protecting their chests with their right hands, waiting for Yan Jun's instructions.
Down.
The last ones to arrive were the reserve souls. They stood outside the formation of Yin soldiers, also kneeling on one knee, silently.
The last trumpet rhythm sounded. Rong Ziju put away the horn. He saluted Xue Wusuan in the sky and then raised his voice: "Jun Yan, thirty horns have passed and all the battle sequences have been assembled. Please give me your instructions!"
After Rong Ziju finished speaking, 200,000 reserve troops and 60,000 Yin soldiers in the field all fired their weapons and armor, and repeated in a loud voice: "Please tell me, Mr. Yan!"
Xue Wusuan opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his aura was so horrifying that it actually stirred up the whole netherworld and turned into a spiral, and his expression changed.
"Since the founding of Wu Dao Hell, it has never resorted to any major war. However, its goal of unifying all realms has remained consistent, and no one dares to forget it.
Nowadays, just a few low-level planes can no longer meet the needs of the development of Wu Dao Underworld. Looking around, it can be said that the valley is filled with fierce warriors! The intention of conquest is also there!
The emperors in the Yang world would have deer-cutting knives in their hands, and they would cut off whatever they saw and put it on their plates for themselves and for future generations to enjoy.
I am Wudao Yama, and the knife in my hand is not a deer-cutting knife, but you!
If you don't wave the sword, that's it. As long as you wave the sword, you will take a part of the world!
You guys, would you like to go with me?"
Xue Wusuan's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his murderous intent was revealed, spreading out in all directions, throughout the Wudao Underworld.
Wang Tianyun suddenly shouted loudly: "What Yan Jun is pointing to is where our troops are heading! Invincible and invincible! We will fight to the death!"
"Invincible! Fight to the death!"
The sound wave became sweeping. At this time, not only the Yin soldiers were shouting and responding, but the ghost people, Yin Chai, and jailers who gathered from afar were all frantically repeating the desperation expressed by General Bai Huya towards Yan Jun.
Xue Wusuan looked around, expressionless, and opened his mouth to say: "You have also seen the four stone tablets below, called the Heroes and Martyrs Tablets. I think you all know what they are used for. If you go here, you will win! Even if there is someone
Unfortunately, you have been wiped out, and I also want your names to always be by your side from now on, for the eternal praise of those who come after you!
In this way, the whole army listens to the order! The white snake with white hair spreads across the plane world!"
"Here!"
"Dong dong dong..." The war drums sounded, and a huge black hole appeared in the sky above the central square. That was the gate, and it was also the sign that started the plane attack. So far, the first unruly underworld plane attack
The war of defeat has officially begun. And the first target is the core key: the underworld in the plane world of The Legend of White Snake.
"Roar!"
The first to enter were the 1.5 million vampires, followed closely by the 60,000 Yin soldiers.
Xue Wusuan stood on Mo Yun's head, looking at the power swarming in, with a sneer on his lips.
"Mo Yun, I just remembered now that you have never fought with anyone since you were born. You must have been exhausted, right?"
"Roar!"
"Hey, let's go, let me show you how the strong men from higher planes fall."