Chapter 293 Jinjiang
Yan Shixun is not a person who is curious about other people's past.
He was not interested in interfering in the cause and effect of other people, and he knew that what was happening before him now was the result of personal choices.
No matter what others have chosen now, it is their own business.
Yan Shixun did not explore or feel curious about this.
Under the restrained respect, there is a hint of tenderness.
However, when Yeli appeared, things seemed different.
From the very beginning, this person took the initiative to reveal everything about himself to him, and as Ye Li himself said, he was allowed to explore.
However, when Ye Li told him about the ebony statue, although Ye Li told him the truth without hiding anything, Yan Shixun still saw indifference to the old events of a thousand years ago in his eyes.
Yan Shixun could see that although Ye Li did not deliberately hide his past, he did not like it. When he mentioned it, he was mostly surprised that the ebony statue could be passed down, and there was no extra positive emotion.
So when the King of Hell talked about that battle, Yan Shixun was rarely interested and was willing to listen to other people's past.
At that time, even though Yan Shixun believed that he had seen all kinds of people in the world, he was still shocked by the warrior described by the King of Hell who dared to compete with heaven and earth.
What a crazy and unbridled rage!
Because it is unfair, because we believe that the world is not right, we must fight to see who is right.
There is no begging or crying, no weakness or resignation to fate, but rather a gamble of everything to protect the thousands of souls behind him, and to fight for an ending where he can have revenge and be reborn.
Yan Shixun could feel his heartstrings trembling and his soul shaking violently at that moment.
Until now, that unprecedented feeling still stirs in his heart.
Although the situation was critical at that time, Yan Shixun habitually restrained his emotions and did not let anyone see his true thoughts, but from that moment on, curiosity about Yeli was planted in his heart.
I want to explore Ye Li's past and find out what kind of thrilling past this man had thousands of years before I met him.
What made him even more curious was what kind of person was that general who made Ye Li still fear him and rarely mentioned him after a thousand years.
This curiosity was gradually accumulated while talking with the ghost until it reached its peak.
When Yan Shixun was most curious about the general, the general appeared.
With a sharp and inoffensive attitude.
It was as if the warrior who questioned the heaven and earth thousands of years ago had returned again.
When Yan Shixun raised his eyes to look at that person, a barely perceptible smile appeared in his eyes. He watched that person walking towards him with firm steps, but he neither avoided nor hid, without any fear.
Instead, he wanted to take a closer look at what kind of person this was that could make the ghosts so afraid of him and set up a series of schemes to lure the general here.
According to the ghost, this existence will cause serious damage to the old Fengdu as long as it appears in the core of the old Fengdu.
In the years before that, he had firmly guarded the Ghost Baby and the White Paper Lake, making the old Fengdu unable to move at all.
This power aroused strong interest in Yan Shixun, who had never had any special feelings towards the gods.
As the general walked down the mountaintop where corpses were piled, he saw Yan Shixun standing there looking at him with a smile, with no intention of avoiding him.
He couldn't help but pause for a moment. His cold heart felt itchy and trembling as if it was scratched by a big cat, as if Yan Shixun had hit his soul.
This feeling is wonderful.
The general felt curious for the first time.
He was wondering, in that rare future that he had briefly seen, had this living soul before him really participated in his years as a ghost?
No one, gods or ghosts, could guess that, not even the ghost who was lucky enough to catch a last glimpse of the general, would know that the moment the general ascended to the throne of ghosts and gods, he looked back at the human world.
It was at that glance that he saw his future, as well as the world a thousand years later filled with corpses and evil spirits.
Even Fengdu, which existed independently of heaven and earth, finally stepped into the human world. One hundred thousand ghost soldiers stood guard in front of the people without retreating, supporting the final order on behalf of the collapsed heaven and earth.
Ghosts and ghosts fought in a melee, leaving corpses all over the ground, and the remaining souls dissipated in the sun.
But the only thing that left a deep impression on the general was a figure.
——Those were the determined looks of a man who stood in the midst of chaos but never gave up on life and hope.
When that figure came stepping on the blood and the corpses of evil spirits, the ghosts and monsters all retreated in fear, while the people cheered.
The man raised his cold and sharp eyes and looked at the general.
It was that glance that pierced straight into the general's soul like a sharp knife.
Even though the general would soon ascend to the throne of a ghost, and forget all the future and memories he saw in that glance deep in his soul, burying them for a thousand years, but at this moment, when he saw Yan Shixun, the scene before him overlapped with that stunning glance a thousand years ago.
The young man stood tall with his coat fluttering behind him. Under the dim black and red sky, corpses were scattered all over the ground. But even in the most hopeless place of death, only the young man's eyes were surprisingly bright.
It was like a fire was ignited in the warrior's soul.
The prairie fire spread instantly.
The general frowned slightly and walked towards Yan Shixun step by step, slowly but firmly.
He wanted to know what exactly the future he had seen was about, who was this young man... How could there be cause and effect that could last for a thousand years?
But just as the general was walking towards Yan Shixun, strange things happened all around him.
The corpses that were originally scattered in the mass grave, their turbid and dead eyes suddenly trembled, pus and blood flowed from the rotten and dark eye sockets, the already tattered corpse began to shake violently, struggled to stand up from where it was lying, trembling and twitching, staggering towards the general.
When the first corpse stood up, the general had already keenly noticed the unusual noise.
He paused, lowered his eyes majestically, and looked down at the corpses that were gradually surrounding him, his eyes indifferent.
Yan Shixun soon discovered the abnormality of the corpses.
He was startled and immediately looked around.
The entire mass grave is filled with countless corpses, all of which are ghosts that have been accumulating since the day the old Fengdu came into existence.
Every corpse is a ghost who once hated death. After death, they were judged as evil ghosts by the old Fengdu and were therefore pressed into hell and guarded by ghost messengers.
Even the ghost catcher himself couldn't tell how many ghosts there were here.
And within the resentment...how much resentment was brewing.
But now, those corpses stood up one by one. Although their movements were slow and stiff, they walked firmly towards the place where Yan Shixun and the general were, and soon surrounded them.
After a brief moment of surprise, Yan Shixun immediately realized what was going on.
The spirit of the old Fengdu city was inherited from the remaining ghost power after the death of the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor. For both the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor and the old Fengdu, the one they hated and feared the most was the warrior who overthrew Fengdu as a mortal a thousand years ago.
This fear has never subsided even after a thousand years.
Instead, it was engraved into the soul.
Having witnessed with one's own eyes the death of the Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu, the instant decline of old Fengdu, and even its fall from the high and mighty platform that presided over death to its demise buried deep under the Baizhi Lake, the city could not help but hate the general.
It chose this level of hell not only because the ghost energy here is strong enough to attract warriors.
Moreover, there is also enough power here to deal with the generals.
And now these "resurrected" corpses are obviously being manipulated by the old Fengdu, who want to kill the general completely here.
——For the old Fengdu that carries the ghost path, the only thing it fears is the ebony statue that was carefully carved with all its efforts and strength at a glance when the ghost catcher saw the general ascending to the throne of ghost god by chance.
That is no different from the war general himself.
It is more like the general's state and image at that moment thousands of years ago were frozen in the ebony statue.
Therefore, not only did the Ebony Statue gain power, but the general also retained his peak strength.
And anger at the top.
This is definitely not good news for old Fengdu.
The general's anger...is directed more at the old Fengdu than at the evil spirits.
In addition, the old Fengdu still carries the ghost path, and even among all the ghosts, it is still the most conspicuous one.
This is like setting up a target in front of the statue of the god. It would be unjustifiable for the general not to fight.
As Yan Shixun thought about this, a smile appeared in his eyes, which were originally wary.
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. No matter what the similarities and differences are between the generals and Ye Li, and no matter what complicated emotions Ye Li has towards himself a thousand years ago, for Yan Shixun now, the generals are the best allies.
Yan Shixun's mind turned over a few times, and in an instant he figured out the current situation and made a decision to stand on the side of the general for the time being.
Having made up his mind, he rushed forward without hesitation.
He stretched out his powerful arm and grabbed a corpse that had decayed into bones while rushing towards the general. His slender palm tightly grasped the skeleton's cervical vertebrae as if he was holding a sharp sword.
Even though the shape of this sword was too strange, it did not prevent Yan Shixun from wielding it with great vigor. It was as sharp as a sword and with a heavy swing, it swept away a whole group of corpses rushing over.
The rotten corpse, which was already moving stiffly, was caught off guard and was immediately swept by the white bones in Yan Shixun's hand, which was used as a long sword. He was seriously injured and fell to the ground, his limbs trembling and he was unable to get up.
Yan Shixun's face was calm, only his sparkling eyes vaguely revealed the surging fighting spirit in his heart that had been aroused by the battle before him.
The more lifeless the place was, the more Yan Shixun's strong fighting spirit burst out.
The most difficult and desperate situation will only inspire him to be more crazy. Fearing him is just empty talk.
Heaven and earth are at fault? Then we should resist Heaven and earth and interrogate them. Ghosts and gods are at fault?
Then pull the ghost down from the platform, throw it down heavily, and smash it to pieces.
The road of ghosts and gods? No, the common people will take care of their own affairs, and the ghosts and gods just need to be ghosts and gods quietly, and don't try to interfere in the human world and disturb the peace of the common people.
If you can't do it...then die.
Especially, the old ghosts and gods that should have died thousands of years ago!
The strong wind blew up the strands of hair on Yan Shixun's forehead, revealing a pair of eyes that were as bright as a sharp knife drawn from its sheath, so sharp that one could not look directly into them.
A grin spread across his lips, and his eyes were filled with only fierce anger as he looked at the rotting corpses, with no intention of backing down.
——Even though more and more rotten corpses crawled to their feet from the mountain of corpses, tens of millions of ghosts stood under the dim sky, staring at him with their dead eyes in unison, their eyes filled with malice that wanted to tear him into pieces.
A siege was inevitable.
Yan Shixun took the initiative to jump into the battlefield. His slender figure moved flexibly, and his coat fluttered behind him like an eagle spreading its wings.
The skeleton in his hand was filled with tremendous force. It was obviously not a weapon at all, but he used it flexibly and powerfully, chopping it horizontally and vertically, and swinging it open and close.
For a moment, all the rotten corpses could not get close to Yan Shixun.
The entire space around him was cleared out.
All those rotten corpses were thrown out like garbage and piled up into a mountain of corpses in the distance, but they could no longer be moved.
Because of the force, the palm of Yan Shixun's hand had been cut by the skeleton's cervical vertebrae. Blood flowed down his palm, dyeing the snow-white skeleton red.
Blood dripped slowly from the bones.
Red and white, the ultimate contrast.
The general couldn't help but glance sideways. For the first time, he was distracted during the break in the battle and his attention was drawn to Yan Shixun.
The young man was obviously a living soul, but he didn't care about his injury at all. Instead, he raised his hand and during the pause, he gathered the scattered hair behind his head. His slender fingers inserted into his hair, revealing his handsome and sharp facial features clearly.
He is laughing.
The thin red lips were clearly curled up in a smile.
The general held the long sword downward, and under his feet were the ghosts who died by the sword. The absolute power and beauty of cruelty and blood were fully reflected in the general.
But the general didn't see him at all, his whole attention was on Yan Shixun.
The young man's unruly appearance is very similar to the spirited general who led millions of troops on the battlefield when he was young.
No one, god or ghost, could understand the general's decision to rebel against heaven and earth.
The general remembers it clearly.
When he stood up again on the battlefield, he was greeted not only by the underworld's evildoers, but also by the exorcists from the human world.
Those masters were dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking at the corpses of soldiers on the ground with contempt in a condescending manner, but they just covered their mouths and noses and said foul smell.
The master said that since one is already dead, one should leave the world immediately and not linger, otherwise all the unwilling ghosts will be scared to death.
The master said, don't even think about resisting death, because Fengdu is above and will not let ghosts do whatever they want, so it is wise to surrender.
At that time, the general lowered his head slightly, with blood still stained on his body, and stood in front of those so-called respected masters.
But when he heard the masters' advice, he laughed out of anger.
He just wanted to ask - if I kill you here, will you accept death calmly?
If it is a ghost, it must be driven away, if it is a person, it must be protected. What kind of truth is this!
Why don't we ask about the cause and effect of sin, but only judge based on one's status?
The war general doesn't like exorcists, and he hates grandmasters even more.
But at this moment, the general was looking at Yan Shixun from afar, who was full of fighting spirit and contentment, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
——Perhaps, this soul is different from others.
If he had met this living soul at that time, perhaps this living soul would not deny his idea.
This young man...he might agree with his ideas, or even stand by his side and fight against the gods and ghosts together with him.
The general didn't know why he had such an absurd idea, but what was even more absurd was that he firmly believed that the young man in front of him would do so.
He is, the one and only, a ghost buster.
The long sword in the general's hand paused, and the figure of Yan Shixun gradually appeared in his narrow and cold eyes.
Yan Shixun alone was able to defeat thousands of troops.
The blood-stained white skeleton was swung by Yan Shixun, leaving an afterimage. It was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish the trajectory of the skeleton's movement with the naked eye. One could only rely on the corpse that fell to the ground to judge where his "sword" had gone.
This special sword not only did not hinder Yan Shixun's movements in his hand, but instead provided him with a boost.
Wherever he passed, corpses fell to the ground and blood splattered like flowers welcoming the victor.
The crisp sound of bones and swords is the warmest applause.
"Bang!"
Yan Shixun soared high into the air, then fell heavily down, exerting all his strength to slam down on the pile of corpses beneath his feet, and the bones in his hand were deeply inserted into the pile of corpses.
Like a long sword piercing through the mountains.
Amid the huge roar, the earth seemed to be shaking.
Thunder roared in the sky, and its roar was like the anger of old Fengdu.
Yan Shixun stood up slowly, his posture was like a long sword, not bent at all.
He chuckled and tilted his head slightly, following the line of sight directed at him, looking down and back at the general in the distance.
The general looked at him steadily without saying a word.
Yan Shixun just raised his hand nonchalantly, wiped the blood splattered on his cheek, then grinned at the general and silently mouthed: Hello, Yeli.
The you whom I had never seen a thousand years ago...Ye Li.
The general's eyes dimmed slightly, and the lightning and flying dark clouds in the entire sky seemed to fall into his eyes.
He looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly had an urge to ask his name and pull him into his future.
Just as he had seen it in that glance.
Because they were far away and Yan Shixun didn't have much emotional connection, he didn't see the subtle yet profound changes in the general.
He smiled and looked up at the sky, the smile on his face was full of provocative sarcasm.
He said: Wait, the next one to die will be you.
The clouds in the sky stopped for a moment, and then rolled over even more wildly and angrily, as if the entire sky was about to collapse and press down on Yan Shixun.
The terrifying feeling of oppression makes ordinary people tremble in fear and want to escape.
But Yan Shixun nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the sky meaningfully, then retracted his gaze and looked at the situation around him again.
With him as the center, the rotten corpses around him had been cleared away, revealing the blood-soaked soil underneath that had already turned black and red.
The scene at the entire mass grave is now extremely strange.
Yan Shixun and the general were like two midpoints that were originally incompatible with each other, and there was a vacuum zone surrounding them.
However, these two circles, which were so conspicuous among the endless corpses, were gradually getting closer, blending, and becoming one as they expanded.
It was like two people who were used to fighting alone, tentatively approaching each other, trying to reach out their hands, cooperating with each other, and fighting side by side among the millions of rotting corpses.
It is unknown how long those rotten corpses have been dead. Under the long and painful punishment, their souls have long been confused and chaotic. They have been trapped in hell day and night with no end or hope in sight, and have become numb and stiff.
The generals who were controlled by the old Fengdu to attack were just consumable cannon fodder. It didn't matter how many of them died, as there would still be a steady stream of ghosts to replenish them.
However, what Jiufeng had never expected was that the ebony statue, with its deep and unstoppable obsession, would actually be willing to allow a living soul to stay by its side and walk side by side with it.
What Jiu Fengdu had never expected was that this living soul... was a ghost with evil spirits embedded in its bones.
When ordinary people go to the underworld, the thick ghost aura will become their biggest obstacle. It will not only disrupt their cognition, but also affect the health of their soul and body, and may even drive them crazy or even die from overweight.
But among the living people, there is an outlier named Yan Shixun.
For him, the more ghostly the place is, the more freely he can move around. His posture is so natural and calm, as if he belongs here and is the natural master of this place.
No matter how vicious the ghost is, in the end it will have to crawl at his feet in fear and surrender.
What's more, Yan Shixun is very adept at hiding his true emotions and thoughts.
From the very beginning, he never showed any sign of weakness in front of Old Fengdu.
No matter what situation he faced, Yan Shixun remained calm and at ease.
Jiu Fengdu, who couldn't see through Yan Shixun, became even more confused and anxious, wondering why Yan Shixun could be so calm and confident.
Did Yan Shixun know something? Or did Yan Shixun still have a powerful trump card that he hadn't revealed?
The old Fengdu was afraid of Yan Shixun's unpredictability and did not dare to act rashly.
It originally intended to let the rotten corpses surround Yan Shixun, causing Yan Shixun to die under the siege of ghosts.
After all, according to the old Fengdu's understanding, although the ebony statue can suppress evil spirits, it is by no means an enthusiastic and kind existence, and will not lend a helping hand to Yan Shixun at all.
By then, Yan Shixun would have no choice but to die painfully in hell.
Old Fengdu vaguely sensed the cause and effect between Yan Shixun and the Lord of Fengdu. Although it did not understand what had happened to lead to a connection between an ordinary mortal and the Lord of Fengdu, it was still unable to see clearly or understand the situation.
But this does not prevent Jiu Fengdu from taking advantage of this.
Although Old Fengdu cannot defeat the Lord of Fengdu, it can use Yan Shixun as an entry point, approach and seriously injure Yan Shixun, so as to make the Lord of Fengdu lose his usual calm judgment and disrupt his thinking and mind.
And in the chaos, Jiu Feng knew that perhaps he could find an opportunity to win.
——This is what happens when you fight against the enemy.
Every weakness you reveal will become a point of attack for the enemy to launch a fierce attack. Once the weakness is breached, you will be defeated.
Unless... the so-called weakness is just self-conceit.
In fact, this "weakness" is the result of a natural evil spirit.
The best physique to suppress evil spirits.
At this moment, Yan Shixun not only did not show any fear, but he fought back among the rotting corpses with ease. It was so easy that it did not seem like he was walking on a mass grave. The smile on his lips made him look more like he was strolling in a garden.
Looking at this situation, the old Fengdu was filled with suppressed anger. He roared and screamed, wanting to crush Yan Shixun and let the living people who dared to challenge the ghosts and gods know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.
But the general raised his eyes calmly, his sharp gaze shooting straight to the sky.
Old Fengdu was shocked.
It felt as if its entire core was frozen when the general looked at it, and it was so stiff that it could not do anything.
All that was left was the deep fear of returning to the battle that took place a thousand years ago.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, realizing something because of the sudden cessation of thunder, and turned to look at the general.
“You may not know me, but I know you.”
Yan Shixun blinked his eyes, chuckled and added: "The one in the future."
The general turned his head and looked back at Yan Shixun.
Although he said nothing, he pretended to listen.
After killing the escaped ghost from the old Fengdu, the warrior who had never appeared again in the past thousand years, had never even listened to the begging of the living, and had never responded to any gods or ghosts, was now quietly waiting for Yan Shixun to continue.
"I am Yan Shixun."
Yan Shixun laughed softly and said word by word: "Do you want to join forces with me to deal with Old Fengdu together?"
"The ghost path has already emerged. If it is not stopped, it will soon replace the great path. By then, all living beings will encounter disasters and their lives will be threatened."
Yan Shixun said solemnly: "I don't think this is the scene you wanted to see when you decided to rebel against heaven and earth."
"You are now the only restraint in Old Fengdu, but you are also in the game."
Yan Shixun tilted his head and asked with a smile: "So, do we need external force to break the situation?"
"I will use my own way, together with you, to put an end to everything in the old Fengdu - and the delusions of the ghosts."
As soon as Yan Shixun finished speaking, the mass grave returned to silence, and the only sound that could be heard was the rumbling thunder coming from afar.
The general and Yan Shixun looked at each other from a distance.
There was a barely perceptible smile between those sharp brows for a moment, but then he returned to his usual indifference.
If this living soul was the ghost exorcist who appeared before him a thousand years ago, perhaps the living soul would really help him and together they would resist the ancient Fengdu.
This living soul said that his name was Yan...Shixun.
The name entered the general's heart, and he lowered his eyes slightly.
When he raised his eyes again, the cold look had returned to his eyes.
At the same time, the land under the general's feet, formed by the blood river formed by thousands of rotten corpses, was slowly changing its appearance and moving towards where he was standing.
Under his feet, the river of blood outlined a mysterious pattern. The starting and ending points of each stroke seemed to be stepping on an ancient formation, gradually forming the shape of a complete talisman.
The general finally spoke, and said in a low, cold voice: "Back off."
Yan Shixun quickly glanced at the talisman that was quickly taking shape under the general's feet. His brain was working rapidly, comparing it with all the formations he had seen before, trying to find out what kind of formation it was.
However, the formation used by the general was too ancient and had probably been lost over a long period of time. It was no longer the formation commonly used today, which slowed down Yan Shixun's comparison and confirmation speed.
Fortunately, Yan Shixun’s master is Li Chengyun.
The lay Buddhist who has friends all over the world has another hobby besides traveling around and making friends.
He liked collecting rare copies and ancient books, and was willing to spend all his money just to repair a fragment of a manuscript.
Few people know that in that unremarkable courtyard in the old city of Binhai City, a heritage that has been lost by most sects today is preserved.
This has existed from ancient times to the present.
Thanks to this, Yan Shixun's knowledge of battle formations and talismans is not limited to the present, but he has some understanding of ancient and modern times.
Even proficient.
When the general reminded Yan Shixun, he did not delay for a second and immediately stepped back quickly, putting some distance between himself and the general.
Although he was not clear about the specific reason why the general reminded him, because the general was also from Ye Li, he was willing to believe him.
Just when Yan Shixun retreated to a certain limit, the general finally withdrew his gaze from him and lowered his eyes to the giant formation formed by the river of blood under his feet.
The low syllables were clearly uttered from the general's mouth.
"amnesty--"
At the moment when that syllable was scattered in the air, the earth and the sky began to tremble violently.
It was like there were thousands of troops coming from farther away, their iron hooves trampling every inch of land polluted by ghost energy, and their long swords mercilessly harvesting the heads of ghosts.
Rumble——!
The thunder almost shattered the sky.
Yan Shixun slowly opened his eyes.
At the moment when the strange change occurred, he finally found out what the formation was from his memory.
Respect the divine array of heaven and earth.
But all the five elements and eight trigrams are reversed.
In other words, although a divine formation to respect heaven and earth was formed under the general's feet, he had no respect for heaven and earth at all.
He wants to crush this world to pieces!
Yan Shixun stood on the boundary of the affected area and watched the thick black fog, accompanied by strong winds and loud noises, coming quickly from afar.
In the black fog, there were shadowy silhouettes of soldiers riding on tall horses, with spears in their hands pointing straight to the sky.
The war horses raised their hooves and neighed, a cold light appeared in the darkness, and the sword came down. Wherever the sword passed, the ghosts turned into a pile of minced meat, and then shattered into a handful of ashes by the wind.
Such an army, under a sky of lightning and thunder, trampled on the entire mass grave with an unstoppable sharp momentum.
In just the blink of an eye, Yan Shixun saw that all the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that stood in the way of the war horses' iron hooves were trampled to pieces and scattered into light ashes.
Although Yan Shixun had seen this army belonging to Yeli before, now this army has refreshed Yan Shixun's understanding of them.
At this moment, he truly realized that this was the tiger-like army that once followed the commander-in-chief to gallop across the battlefield. They could not be destroyed, killed, or disintegrated.
Even though they had died on the battlefield, they returned as heroic spirits after their deaths, stood on the battlefield again, and still followed their commander.
It has not changed for a thousand years.
The moment this army appeared, the situation immediately reversed.
The tens of millions of ghosts, which were originally numerous, were now being chased by the spears, halberds and swords in the hands of the soldiers and were fleeing in panic. They no longer had the arrogance they had just when they wanted to besiege the general.
Even the old Fengdu realized this. It watched the situation take a sharp turn for the worse. This was clearly its home ground, but it was at a disadvantage. Neither ghost energy nor ghosts could stop the iron hooves of the Yin soldiers.
Thunder rumbled in the sky and lightning was so crazy that it seemed to tear hell apart.
But in Yan Shixun's view, this is already a manifestation of the powerlessness of old Fengdu.
The anger that cannot be vented can only be filled by roaring and screaming, but unfortunately, even these have become the background of the victor.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes slightly, and it seemed as if thousands of broken stars fell into his eyes, shining brightly and darkly, so beautiful.
He was not frightened by the evil soldiers in front of him at all. Instead, he felt that the depression that had been suppressed in his heart was slowly being released.
It starts with the tragedy that happened in the Bai Village at the Shadow Puppet Museum, and then Master Bai and Zheng Shumu are imprisoned in the Bai Village, which has become a deserted village. Then there are the ghost babies and Xie Lin, and the yin and yang that are subverted by the ghost way...
The anger that had been suppressed in his heart all the way seemed to be completely vented at this moment.
Yan Shixun laughed softly.
Then, his laughter grew louder and louder.
In the end, he laughed heartily towards the sky. His chest shook slightly, but he felt a sense of complete joy.
Amid the black fog of galloping war horses, the general stood still, staring at Yan Shixun quietly.
He is laughing.
He was looking at him.
After a long time, the general seemed to be infected by the pleasure, and a smile appeared stiffly and unskillfully on his lips.
And when Yan Shixun finally laughed enough, a layer of physiological tears had already appeared in his eyes, and in the sparkling light, there was a sharp light hidden.
He looked up at the sky, as if he had seen through this illusion, and was looking straight at the old Fengdu hidden in the very core.
"Wait for me, I'll come to you soon."
Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, like a whisper between friends.
"Things that should have died thousands of years ago, now that their fate has ended, don't try to struggle anymore. Ghostly way? Ha."
Yan Shixun sneered sarcastically: "In the end, you will find that the world remains the same, and everything you have done is just a futile struggle on the verge of death."
However, the threat and coldness hidden in his words allowed the listeners to clearly distinguish that this was not a conversation between friends at all.
Rather, it is a declaration of war.
The old Fengdu was roaring in anger, but no one on earth cared about the old Fengdu's feelings.
Whether it was Yan Shixun or the generals, the way they looked at Old Fengdu was as if they were looking at insignificant ants.
——It was obvious that at this moment, Jiufengdu was on top and they were at the bottom.
But anyone who sees that look will understand that the old Fengdu is nothing more than the dust of the past that has fallen on their shoulders.
Just reach out and brush lightly, and the dust will scatter in the air...
Can't put it together again.
Yan Shixun turned his head to look at the general, smiled and said loudly: "Let's go, it's time--"
“It’s time to break the impasse!”
The general nodded slightly, responding to Yan Shixun for the first time.
At this moment, the iron hooves of the war horses fell heavily, and the ground was like broken ice. Huge cracks spread rapidly and covered the entire ground.
“Crack…Crack!”
The sound of shattering occurred one after another.
The air seemed to stand still for a moment.
Then, under the gaze of Yan Shixun, the entire earth suddenly cracked and pieces of soil flew around, as if something was breaking out from under the earth.
When the sand and gravel dispersed, a familiar face appeared in Yan Shixun's sight.
The folding fan turned gently, drawing a beautiful arc, and finally fell back into the white and slender palms.
The King of Hell raised his eyes with a smile and looked at Yan Shixun: "It seems that we have found the right place this time."
Behind the King of Hell, figures slowly stood up one after another.
Those people raised their hands to brush away the dust in front of them, and were choked by the strong smell of blood and dust and coughed repeatedly.
Yan Shixun frowned and looked over, and gradually saw those people clearly. They were the official person in charge and others who had separated from him when he was falling into hell.
However, judging by the miserable appearance of the person in charge and the rescue team members, they should not have always been with the King of Hell and suffered some setbacks.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and looked at the King of Hell with a questioning look.
The King of Hell spread his hands and said, "It's already pretty fast. It took me a lot of effort to find these. Otherwise, it would have been even faster."
"But, Yan Shixun, how did you fall into this place alone..."
The King of Hell stopped talking halfway when he looked around and saw the general.
His calm smile disappeared in an instant, and he almost dropped the folding fan in his hand.
King of Hell: Why is this person here!!!
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