Chapter 652 Asking for God’s Help

"Festival Camp?" Qing Chi's eyes lit up when he got Ning Zhuo's reminder, and he took out a paper model from his storage belt.

It lay in Qing Chi's palm, slightly smaller than the girl's palm, and as delicate and exquisite as a child's toy.

The entire barracks was made of a strange, pale-white talisman paper that was folded, cut, and pasted together. The window frames, camp gates, towers, and even the miniature altar in the central square were clearly visible. The details were so exquisite that it was astonishing, and it also exuded a scent of a mixture of incense ash and cold tomb soil.

It was the festival camp.

This is a major military device and is very expensive to produce.

Qing Chi and Ning Zhuo naturally couldn't make it, nor did they have the money to make it. This was lent to them by the current Lord of Baizhi Xiancheng.

In the process of building an army, there is a link called military equipment.

A large amount of military equipment is needed to complete the most basic military construction.

The Lord of Baizhi Fairy City took the initiative to lend a large number of military equipment to the Qingjiao Army, not only the sacrificial army camp, but also bone blade battle flags, crescent moon swords, sky-splitting spears and black blood paper horses.

There is only one festival camp.

Immediately, Qing Chi infused magic power and military strength into the military camp in his hands.

Qing Chi's total mana is simply not enough to drive this weapon, but the Qingjiao Army now has sufficient military strength.

A large amount of military force was withdrawn in an instant and was completely swallowed up by the festival camp.

The paper barracks flew into the air and hovered motionless.

The next moment, countless fine runes rapidly emerged, wandered, and intertwined on the surface of the paper barracks.

The rune's brilliance grew brighter and brighter.

Paper barracks also began to rise in price.

The folded paper wall was like a blooming flower, unfolding, hardening, and rising layer by layer! In a flash, the towering dark blue stone wall engraved with solemn ghost symbols and animal head totems had stood tall! The battlements on the top of the wall were like jagged teeth.

Towers, barracks, stables, parade grounds...all structures turned from virtual to real in the flow of runes, from paper to cold rocks and nether iron wood!

In the center of the military camp, the most conspicuous miniature altar in the model has now turned into a ten-foot square bone altar with nine steps! The top of the altar is flat, with a huge and complex magic array engraved on it, exuding a mysterious atmosphere that can attract and communicate with the will of ghosts and gods.

The appearance of the military camp caused a burst of exclamations.

Everyone in the Qingjiao army was surprised, but their mounts did not move. After all, the Black Blood Paper Horse was a very stable and reliable military weapon.

Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi, however, looked calm.

The two had already come into contact with and learned about all the weapons in private before. This festival camp was no exception.

"Enter the camp! Ascend the altar!" Qing Chi gave an order, and the Qingjiao army quickly and orderly poured into the suddenly appeared shelter, and finally lined up solemnly under the altar.

Qing Chi was in front, and Ning Zhuo was slightly behind him, and they climbed onto the altar at the same time.

Qing Chi infused military power and activated the altar.

Ning Zhuo took out a large amount of purple talisman money and threw it into the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle began to operate, and a gray light appeared. The gray light formed a light wave, and suddenly spread in all directions. The speed of spreading was incredibly fast, and almost instantly, it spread to the sky and then disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

Qing Chi began to pray:

"Use bones as fuel and soul as guide!"

"Glorious Gods who rule the netherworld and have unrivaled power!"

"I am offering thirty thousand coins as a sacrifice, begging the gods to have mercy on me and grant me divine power so that I can fly in the sky!"

"Everyone in the Qingjiao Army will remember the grace of God and offer three times the money after the battle!"

Qing Chi's prayers caused ripples in space.

Buzz!

A will as heavy as a mountain and as corrupt as an ancient tomb suddenly descended!

The void above the altar distorted, and the shadow of a huge skeleton giant wearing a crown of thorns sitting on a throne of bones appeared faintly.

The mountain god!

His cold eyes looked down at the military camp and swept across the thirty thousand purple coins on the altar as if he were looking at a pile of useless garbage.

The next moment, the shadow of the god uttered a cold snort as dull as thunder, filled with deep disdain, and disappeared in an instant!

After three breaths.

Wow...

A sound of water rang in everyone's ears, like an undercurrent in an underground cave.

Soon, another will came.

Above the altar, countless phantoms of flowing water appeared, with a conch faintly visible among them.

The natural patterns on the conch shell formed a giant eye.

His eyes turned and he examined the offering indifferently. The will-o'-the-wisp on the altar was almost deformed by the invisible force.

The sound of water in everyone's ears became much louder.

Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "He seems to be communicating?"

But Qing Chi, the general of the army, looked confused.

After a few breaths, the giant eye on the shell revealed obvious disappointment and boredom, and its divine intent faded.

The shadows of the conch shell and undercurrent in the air seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Ding-a-ling…

The third god noticed this.

On the altar, there was a series of tiny sounds, like the collision of ice crystals.

Then, countless broken mirrors appeared in the air, and a voice with endless echoes rang out in the hearts of everyone in the army: "Ants..."

"These sacrifices are just..."

"Increase the dosage..."

"Sacrifice yourselves..."

Ning Zhuo's expression changed, and his mind sent a thought: "Qing Chi."

Qing Chi nodded and quickly controlled the magic circle to block this divine thought.

There are many gods in this world. Some are good gods, such as Tianshenqi, and some are evil gods, such as Youli Shen.

Whether it is a righteous god or an evil god, a good god or an evil god, we can deal with them.

But the Broken Mirror Ghost Mother just now was not one of them.

He is a strange god!

The contract may have been signed one moment, and He may turn His back on you the next.

The scary thing is that His turning against you is not based on interests or some purpose, but simply because of the unreasonable characteristics of the Tao itself.

After three consecutive failures, Qing Chi turned around slightly, glanced at Ning Zhuo, and communicated with him secretly through his spiritual consciousness: "Do you want to add more sacrifices?"

Ning Zhuo immediately shook his head: "I have studied the many gods in the underworld."

"When offering sacrifices to gods, it is not only about the amount of sacrifices, but also about the person who presides over the sacrifice."

"I have already participated in this sacrifice. My fate alone is enough to attract many ghosts and gods."

"Don't add too many offerings!"

"Otherwise, we will attract overly powerful ghosts and gods. These ghosts and gods project divine power through the altar, which we cannot withstand. If they have any bad intentions, we will be living sacrifices."

"Our target is the Night Walker."

"There are many little gods like this. Just wait a little longer and there should be a response. Don't worry."

Qing Chi nodded: "Xiao Ma, I'll listen to you."

As soon as the words fell, there was a reaction on the altar.

Woo——!

The sound of wind came.

A tall, erratic figure appeared. He was wearing a huge cloak. The shadow under the hood was bottomless, with only two jumping, pale phosphorous lights as small as needles acting as eyes. His limbs were extremely slender, covered by sleeves and trouser legs, and he moved silently, like a huge, living kite silhouette.

It's a night-wandering god!

“He” hovered above the altar, and his two pale phosphorous “eyes” swept across the military camp, finally stopping on thirty thousand purple-blue coins.

"What you are asking for...to walk on the void?"

Qing Chi nodded and prayed again to express his respect.

"This wish... is very small... very small..." The Night Wandering God means it is a small matter.

Qing Chi turned to look at Ning Zhuo, who nodded slightly to her.

Soon, the divine contract was reached in the dark.

Qing Chi completely opened the magic circle, forming a stable channel.

The Night Walker's cloak moved slightly, and he stretched out a hand covered by a wide sleeve.

His hands were thin and pale, his nails were long and narrow like bird claws, and a faint chilly breeze lingered on his fingertips.

He points to the entire army.

The next moment, the entire Qingjiao army involuntarily floated into the air, three feet off the ground.

After completing this step, the Night Wanderer withdrew his hand and waved his sleeves.

The thirty thousand purple coins on the altar disappeared in an instant.

"Success!" Qing Chi let out a breath, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Ning Zhuo was concentrating on thinking: "Mother said that I have a special fate. Now it seems to be true!"

"It's just a mere 30,000 coins. It shouldn't attract so much attention."

"The first three underworld gods are all extremely powerful. The God of the Mountain of Skeleton is one of the most powerful gods in the underworld, and his name is well-known. The god in the shape of a conch is very mysterious. I don't know his name, but just by looking at his shadow, I know he is extremely difficult to deal with."

"Not to mention the third Broken Mirror Ghost Mother, a strange god. I'm afraid the first two will choose to keep their distance when facing her."

"Even the last Night Walker was not ordinary."

"Looking at its might, it is obvious that it possesses a strong fighting capacity. I am afraid that it is not far from the realm of having a unique divine name."

Ning Zhuo gathered his thoughts and went down the altar with Qing Chi.

The sacrifice was successful, and the magic released by the Night Wandering God took into account the entire Qingjiao Army.

After research, Qing Chi, Ning Zhuo and others discovered that this magical skill could indeed allow them to float in the air and temporarily gain the ability to fly.

The magic doesn't last long, but it's long enough for a fierce battle.

"If worst comes to worst, we can still use the sacrificial army camp, station at the front line, and continue to ask for help from the gods." Qing Chi was very optimistic.

The Festival Barracks can be deployed and retracted very quickly, and the deployment and retraction process takes very little time. This is a huge advantage.

Qing Chi and Ning Zhuo had already considered this usage scenario: on the battlefield, if the situation is not right, they can directly abandon this military camp to gain defensive capabilities and buy time to breathe and heal.

Ning Zhuoze pondered: "Although everyone can fly, combat capability is another matter."

"Sharpen your spear before the battle, even if it's not sharp, it will shine."

"Let's all practice first. Otherwise, flying into the sky is just suicide!"

This opinion immediately gained Qing Yan's approval.

Although Qing Chi was the commander, he almost obeyed Ning Zhuo's orders and trained his troops on the spot.

Ning Zhuo, Jiao Ma's father and Qing Yan served as instructors.

The latter two were both at the Jindan level. At this level, flying in the air was a must and a routine in combat. They were both experienced and skilled in this.

Ning Zhuo's performance surprised everyone.

He also has deep insights and accomplishments in aerial combat.

Qing Chi: "Xiao Ma, how come you have this skill? Why didn't I know this before?"

Ning Zhuo's solid foundation for aerial combat was laid in Huoshi Immortal City.

Cang Tie Han Jia possesses the golden elixir of a cultivator, which gives Ning Zhuo the combat capability of a golden elixir cultivator.

After the war between the two countries, Ning Zhuo drew nourishment from the war and actively transformed the Cang Tie Han Jia, making this mechanical armor have more powerful flying and combat capabilities.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong each had one, and the two had even fought each other in the depths of the clouds.

"Qingchi, let's use the military." Ning Zhuo proposed decisively.

Qing Yan hesitated: "Use the military now? If we want the whole army to quickly learn the experience, I'm afraid the military will not be usable for a period of time."

The Qingjiao Army is a successfully established cultivation army with various military branches.

The military branch is an important trump card.

If we use it now, we won’t be able to count on it in the upcoming life-and-death battle.

Ning Zhuo insisted on doing so.

Jiao Ma's biological father and the Jiao family naturally listened to Ning Zhuo.

Qing Chi also stood on Ning Zhuo's side.

Qing Yan sighed deeply and could only follow the crowd.

Qing Chi said nothing and invested a large amount of military force into the military forces in his Dantian.

Ning Zhuo, Qing Yan and Jiao Masheng's father came out to give instructions. After the Qing and Jiao troops practiced for a while, the whole army made rapid progress.

This is all thanks to the military.

When the army is cultivated to a certain stage, it can be given some military tactics. At the same time, the combat experience of the soldiers can also be shared.

With this power, the Qingjiao Army achieved basic rapid development in air combat capabilities.

After putting away the sacrificial army camp, the entire Qingjiao army rose up.

Each of them was surrounded by cold wind, rushing straight into the sky and quickly sinking deep into the dark clouds.

"There's an army approaching!"

"What banner?"

"Not showing the flag, disobeying the warning, is an enemy, not a friend!"

The approach of the Qingjiao army immediately aroused the vigilance of the defenders deep in the black clouds.

The defenders had suffered successive battles with Lady Beigu, the Silent Ghost Monk, Yin Jiuzhu and others, and had lost most of their troops. They were now actively resting.

The Qingjiao army attacked and interrupted their recovery.

"Although the army is not strong, there is no guarantee that it is not just a cover to hide some powerful people..."

"Activate the formation, focus on defense, and stop these enemies."

"Always be careful and be on high alert!"

The defenders quickly investigated the Qingjiao Army and found that the latter was not strong, so they became very vigilant and conservative.

They experienced the sudden attacks of three powerful men in succession, and each time they rushed directly to the center and engaged in a life-and-death battle with the Lord of Wangchuan on the altar.

Even though the defenders were outside, they were still in charge of the magic circle, and as a result, they suffered heavy losses in the aftermath of the battle.

They had just learned a lot of these bloody lessons. Now when they saw a weak group attacking them, they were thinking: This is too weird! There is something fishy! It must be a cover-up, a strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west!

"Charge, charge, charge!" Qing Chi flew up into the sky. The strong wind blew in her face, making her eager to fight.

Ning Zhuoze said solemnly: "Slow down, slow down, the enemy will definitely take the opportunity to attack. After all, our army has just mastered air combat capabilities. This is a dangerous journey!"

He was extremely alert. If he were the defender, he would not miss such a good opportunity to attack.

Attack when the enemy is halfway across the river, this is the essence of military strategy!

However, until the Qingjiao army entered the black cloud, no attack was launched.

The defenders used all their strength to activate the magic circle, stirring up rolling black clouds to form a huge barrier. They adopted an extremely conservative tactic, fearing that they would be plotted against by a powerful enemy in the dark.

This weak team is too weird!

The safest way is to isolate them outside the formation.

(End of this chapter)