The Eastern Underworld, the Western Ghost Realm, and the Dangzhong City!

The area formerly under the jurisdiction of the Western Ghost Emperor is now under the control of the Emperor Dongyue after several reshuffles in the underworld system, and is governed by King Qin Guang, one of the original Ten Kings of Hell.

At this time, outside the city of Dangzhong, ghost soldiers and generals gathered, ready for battle. Millions of ghost soldiers and generals were silent and silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive and cold.

Emperor Dongyue stood on the top of the city wall, gazing into the distance with a solemn expression.

The ghost detective reported that the army led by Wei Qing had crossed the border of the western ghost domain and was 500 miles away from Dangzhong City.

This distance is not far for practitioners. If they march conservatively, they can reach the destination in two hours, and if they march quickly, they can reach the destination in one hour.

Beside him, King Qin Guang, the General of the Black Prison, and the General of the Netherworld stood quietly and solemnly.

At this time, a blood moon was in the sky of the underworld, bringing some light to the dark land, just like noon on earth.

But the cold wind blowing across the earth made the depressing atmosphere even colder, without a trace of warmth.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in Dangzhong City and slowly landed on the top of the city.

Wearing silver armor, holding a three-pronged double-edged sword in his hand, and with a dog beside him, it was Yang Jian.

"Holy Lord." The Emperor of Dongyue clasped his fists and saluted.

Yang Jian used to have the same status as him, but after splitting the mountain and becoming a saint, Yang Jian's status in the Chan sect soared, second only to Tianzun and Zhenwu Emperor.

"Um!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly and looked forward.

All the ghost soldiers and generals present looked in the direction Yang Jian was looking.

I saw a bloody murderous aura emerging from the horizon, rolling towards Dangzhong City.

Such a heavy blood curse.

The ghost general on the field changed his expression slightly.

This evil spirit is so strong that ordinary ghosts dare not get close to it.

Only an extremely powerful army that has experienced many battles can have such a heavy blood evil.

Here we come!

After the blood evil emerged, a strong sense of oppression swept towards the Dangzhong City.

The rolling black torrent was covered with a layer of dark red light under the light of the blood moon, and slowly advanced towards the Dangzhong City.

【guard】

Wei Qing's troops have arrived!

During the rapid march, millions of soldiers suddenly stopped, causing all the ghosts and gods who were paying attention to Wei Qing's troops to change their expressions.

They had never dealt with the human army before, and were shocked to see such a military appearance.

No wonder millions of troops were able to defeat billions of demons in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Yang Jian and Emperor Dongyue flew down from the top of the city wall and landed in the ghost army's formation, facing Wei Qing from afar.

Neither side spoke, and the momentum of the two armies split the dome of the underworld into red and black.

In Wei Qing's battle unit, Sun Wukong, wearing golden chain mail armor and holding a golden cudgel, stood beside Wei Qing and looked at Yang Jian who was in the ghost army.

"Yang Jian, we are old friends! I am not saying anything bad about you, but your sister is now the human princess, and you are also the emperor's uncle. Why are you helping outsiders beat up your brother-in-law?"

Sun Wukong's mocking voice broke the silence.

The oppressive atmosphere began to take hold, but the momentum of both sides remained undiminished.

Sun Wukong still hasn't changed his bad habit of talking nonsense.

In the ghost army, Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged, his third eye opened, his holy power emanated, and he locked onto Sun Wukong through the air.

"Monkey, you were defeated by me five hundred years ago. Now let's see if you have improved."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, the three-pronged double-edged sword in his hand shone brightly and slashed towards the center of Wei Qing's battle group.

boom!

The golden cudgel blocked the attack horizontally, and its aura surged for thousands of miles.

"Five hundred years ago, it was Taishang Laojun who helped you, hey!"

Sun Wukong broke away from the army formation, and with his golden cudgel, which was thousands of feet long, he struck the ghost army in the formation to fight back.

boom!

After a brief test, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong broke away from the battle formation and engaged in a single battle. The mighty divine power raged across the battlefield, marking the beginning of the war.

"Formation."

At Wei Qing's command, the legion's battle formation suddenly took shape.

【Dragon City Flying General】

The image of the general emerged, and he looked down at the ghost army with a cold gaze, as if they were ants.

"Formation."

The Emperor of Dongyue ordered his troops to form their battle array almost simultaneously, not daring to delay. Millions of ghostly soldiers and generals simultaneously exerted their strength, forming the initial battle array.

The fighting spirit of both sides continued to rise.

"kill!"

Chi!

With one slash of the sword, the fighting spirit suddenly erupted.

The long-suppressed killing calamity enveloped the underworld.

…

In the underworld, hundreds of millions of demon armies are marching towards the eastern underworld at a very fast speed. Wherever they pass, the demonic energy is overwhelming and all life is extinguished.

In the army, Duobao looked towards the direction of Dangzhong City.

The war has begun!

The East Hell is filled with murderous intent, and the killing calamity has broken out. He feels the shaking of the rules of the fight between the saints.

"How long will it take to catch up with Yue Fei's army?" Duobao asked the Ashura King beside him.

"Master, at our current marching speed, we can catch up with Yue Fei's army in three days at the latest."

King Ashura hesitated for a moment, seeming to be about to speak but stopped talking.

"Just say what you want to say!" Duobao said calmly.

"Master, if we cross half of the underworld and send troops to pursue Yue Fei, won't the battle line be too long? If the human race launches a surprise attack on our Netherworld Blood Sea, we will probably be in a passive position." King Ashura said in a low voice.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea is guarded by two Saints, as well as the Fengdu Emperor and the Ghost Clan. The human race currently lacks the military strength to launch a surprise attack on the Netherworld Blood Sea." Duobao said calmly, "Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to pose a threat to the Netherworld Blood Sea under the command of the two Saints."

"Um."

King Ashura nodded, but for some reason, he still felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Duobao Sect Leader was confident, so he didn't say anything more.

"The march is too slow." Duobao clasped his hands together and said, "Order the entire army to march along the blood river."

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