"How's the battle going?"

Inside Yomi Hirasaka, a demon god standing on a tributary of Yomi asked a question.

Immediately, a ghost laughed loudly and said:

"In recent days, humanity and Shinto have been at odds with each other, and the gods of Takama-ga-hara did not send down their divine power to protect the city this time.

The human race alone is simply unable to fight against the more than 800 spirit-refining ghost kings sent out in the first round."

As soon as these words were spoken, a lot of discussions broke out.

"It seems that this offensive is going much more smoothly than expected. The human race and those gods are just a bunch of idiots who can only fight among themselves!"

“In some of the human race’s big cities, there are still many practitioners close to the level of Spirit Refining. If they fight desperately and are able to resist the Spirit Refining Ghost King for a short period of time, it will cause considerable trouble to the battle situation.”

“Please rest assured, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortals have already made plans. Two Yellow Spring tributaries have been sent down in all the major cities of the human race where practitioners gather. There are a million Yellow Spring ghosts and more than ten spirit-refining ghost kings.

Even if they have many peak-level practitioners, as long as they have not entered the realm of soul refinement, they will not be able to resist so many ghost kings. "

"After this round, I'm afraid we'll be able to gather enough blood sacrifices from ten cities for the arrival of the Judge of Life and Death."

"It's a pity that the Heaven and Earth are limited and can't let the Great Ghost King of the Returning Void Realm sneak into the underworld. The Great Ghost Kings who have completed the promotion from the Refining Spirit Realm also died in the last battle. Otherwise, this battle would be much easier."

"No matter what, between the eight hundred ghost kings and the Divine Incarnation cultivators, I have the advantage!"

Just as all the ghosts and gods were celebrating, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal who presided over the Yellow Springs battlefield did not have the slightest joy on his face, but his eyes were filled with confusion.

As the dominant force in the Yellow Springs battlefield, although the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal cannot cross the border to understand the details of the battlefield, he can understand the battlefield through the degree of erosion of the Yellow Springs tributaries.

In his perception, the eight hundred ghost kings and tens of millions of ghosts from the Yellow Springs pouring into the battlefield should have been harvesting the remaining souls and expanding the erosion of the Yellow Springs on the present world.

But at this moment, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal could only sense that a small number of souls were being harvested and pouring into the underworld.

As for the erosion of the underworld on the present world, not only has it not increased at all, but it has shown some signs of decline.

"How is that possible?"

The Nine Yin Ghost Immortal asked incredulously.

Then, in his perception, the soul fires connected to Huang Quan's life began to go out.

Each soul fire represents a spirit-refining ghost king, a powerful existence that is invincible on the battlefield outside Yingzhou. Even with the accumulation of the Yellow Spring tributaries over the years, they have only extradited more than a thousand ghost kings from the underworld.

A small half of them died in the wars in recent years, and the other part died in the last surprise attack launched from the Luliang area.

The remaining eight hundred spirit-refining ghost kings are almost all the spirit-refining powerful ones in Huangquan Biliangzaka.

However, these ghost kings who could dominate the direction of a battlefield were dying in large numbers, and the ghosts in the underworld gained very little.

"Trap! This is a trap!"

The angry voice of the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal interrupted the celebration of many ghosts and gods.

“Eight hundred spirit-refining ghost kings are dying one after another. It must be that the gods of Takamagahara have secretly sneaked into other cities to kill the ghost kings.

The gods of Yingzhou have not completely abandoned those cities. This is all a false illusion created by them in order to consume our manpower."

The ghosts and gods were all shocked. The information revealed by the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal was completely beyond their expectations.

The joy during the previous celebration instantly turned into anger at being schemed against by the gods of Yingzhou.

"All the gods of Takamagahara should die!"

"A mere lowly deity can only use such petty tricks to plot against us."

"Please ask the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal to help me go to the battlefield. I will definitely take down the heads of those gods!"

The burly Lingkui Ghost Immortal shouted angrily:

"Heading to the battlefield? Do you know how many powerful gods are lying in ambush on the other side of the battlefield?"

“No matter how many ghost kings we kill, we cannot change the direction of the Yellow Spring War. Only by defeating the powerful Yellow Spring ghosts and gods can we truly threaten Yellow Spring Hirasaka.

In this case, who can be sure that the Ghost King's death is not another trap?"

The words of Lingkui Ghost Immortal immediately made the originally noisy ghosts and gods fall into silence.

The invasion of Yingzhou has reached its final stage, and the Judge of Life and Death is about to come and purge the entire Yingzhou. Who is willing to take the risk at such a critical juncture?

It was precisely because of the concerns in the hearts of the various ghosts and gods that they chose to send eight hundred ghost kings to launch the first round of offensive, trying to use the hands of these ghost kings to complete the decrees issued by the Ten Kings of Hell.

But the first round of offensive did not bring the desired results, and they were afraid of traps and ambushes on the battlefield. This immediately put all the ghosts and gods in a dilemma.

"I suggest that we gather our main forces and choose a battlefield to land together. Even if there is an ambush, we can break it with our strength!"

"Fool, if all the main forces gather in one place, they will inevitably attract the encirclement and suppression of the gods.

They certainly don't have the ability to kill us, but if we delay, we won't be able to complete the decrees of the Lords of Hell within seven days. Can you bear the consequences?"

"So what should we do?"

Just when all the ghosts and gods were worried, Lingkui Ghost Immortal spoke again.

"I do have a way, but it depends on whether you are willing."

The ghosts and gods all cast anxious glances at him.

"What is the solution?"

"Since the gods of Takama-ga-hara have set up an ambush outside Yingzhou, then Takama-ga-hara and Heian-kyo must be left defenseless.

We could just do the opposite and directly attack Heian-kyō and make a bloody sacrifice in the city."

"Heian-kyō is the core of Yingzhou. Once the erosion of this city is completed, the effect will definitely be far greater than the blood sacrifice of ten cities. By then, the Judge of Life and Death will be able to descend into the world!"

A ghost retorted: "What if we can't capture Heian-kyō?"

“If we can’t capture Heian-kyō, we will use several ghost towns as the center and attack the surrounding cities.

With the ghost town as our support, we can attack or defend, and we don't need to worry about the encirclement and suppression from Takama-ga-hara."

The words of Lingkui Ghost Immortal made all the ghosts and gods look at each other in bewilderment.

They had suffered too many losses in Heian-kyo and knew clearly how powerful the gods of Takama-ga-hara and the four supreme gods were. If Heian-kyo could be captured so easily, they would not have to spend so much effort.

But now Lingkui Guixian's analysis is well-founded, and Heian-kyo's weak defense at this moment is the best opportunity.

If you can break into Heian-kyo, you will definitely receive rewards from the Ten Kings of Hell.

After communicating with each other through secret telepathy, the ghosts and gods looked at Lingkui Guixian with admiration in their eyes.

Although this spiritual leader ghost fairy who arrived at Huangquan Biliangzaka through a Huangquan tributary a few months ago is not as experienced as the other three, he is far superior to the three ghost fairies in terms of strategy. He is definitely a rare talent.

Even the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal was quite interested and looked hesitant.

Lingkui Ghost Immortal saw what Jiuyin Ghost Immortal was thinking, and changed the subject and said, “If you still have concerns, then temporarily send more troops to Heian-kyō to see if you can force the four gods out.

If the four gods are not in Takamagahara, it is enough to prove that the main force of Takamagahara has gone to the outskirts of Yingzhou, and only some minor characters remain here. "

The Nine Yin Ghost Immortal's eyes suddenly lit up, and he glanced at the several ghosts and gods present and said:

"Kuwang, Huaidao, Youxuan, the nine of you ghosts and gods, go to the battlefield of Heian-kyo to put pressure on the gods of Takama-ga-hara and make sure to lure out the four supreme gods!"

"yes!"

The voice of response was rang out, and then the Yellow Springs wave surged, and a tributary projection that was almost condensed into substance rushed down towards the battlefield of Heian-kyo. A ghost god in the Hedao realm and eight ghost gods in the Lianxu realm joined the battlefield.

Jianyu Raijin, who was fighting one against two on the battlefield, almost popped his eyes out when he saw the surging projection of the Yellow Spring tributary and the many powerful ghosts and gods who suddenly appeared on the scene.

The seven refining ghost gods were still within their range of handling, but now not only had the number of refining ghost gods more than doubled, there was also a powerful ghost god in the hedao realm, which was enough to overturn the current battle situation.

"roll!"

Jianyu Thunder God roared, and the thunder drum sent down several divine thunders that forced back the two refining ghost gods. Then his body turned into lightning and tried to escape.

"Want to leave?"

A sinister voice sounded, and the aura of the underworld gathered between heaven and earth. A huge ghost hand over a hundred miles long fell down with a bang. The earth trembled, and the entire Heian-kyo seemed to be destroyed by that palm.

Jianyu Leishen's ghost was surging, and he could rely on his own authority to control the ghosts and fight two at once, but in front of the gap between the Lianxu realm and the Hedao realm, the so-called authority control was meaningless.

In the past, if ghosts and gods at the Hedao level appeared on the battlefield, the four supreme gods would descend to deal with them.

However, when facing the ghosts and gods of the same realm, Jianyu Leishen was invincible relying on his innate power and was never threatened at all.

However, facing the immediate life-and-death crisis, Jianyu Leishen realized that the battlefield was not just a game of playing house where generals fought against generals and kings fought against kings, and that those powerful ghosts and gods in the Hedao realm could also attack gods of lower realms.

In front of the ghosts and gods in the Hedao realm, even he was still powerless to resist.

Suddenly, Jianyu Leishen began to regret driving away the four gods. If they had been in charge of the battlefield, he would never have encountered such a threat.

The thunder drum exploded, and the god's body was shattered by the ghost hand. Even if Jian Yu Lei Shen transformed into lightning, he could not escape the ghost hand's palm. In desperation, he could only shout loudly:

"Father God, help me!"

"snort!"

An angry voice rang out above Takama-ga-hara, and in an instant the entire sky collapsed, the space collapsed, a large number of laws were destroyed in the void, and the broken space, accompanied by the void storm, engulfed the huge ghost hand.

The sky, which looked like a broken mirror, turned into a grave to bury the huge ghost hand.

The supernatural power was easily defeated, and even the sky that turned into a tomb interfered with the main body. The withered ghost god in the Hedao realm suffered backlash and a crack appeared on the ghost god's body.

But under the scouring of the projection of the Yellow Spring tributary, the cracks on the ghost's body were quickly repaired, leaving no trace.

This is the power of the projection of the Yellow Spring tributary. Being in it can not only bypass the suppression of heaven and earth and exert the powerful strength of the Hedao realm, but also use the Yellow Spring to repair the injuries of ghosts and gods and give back to them.

"It's you!"

The eyes of Kumonogatari were bright. He had obviously recognized Izanagi's identity. He was a powerful god among the gods of Takama-ga-hara, second only to Amaterasu.

His strength was originally inferior to Izanagi, and when Izanagi had the home advantage, it was even more difficult for him to compete with him.

Izanagi stood on Takamagahara, looking down indifferently at the Kuwang demons below and said:

"You'd better leave as soon as possible. Heian-kyō is not a place you can get involved in!"

Facing Izanagi directly, there was no worry on Kumogami's face. Instead, when he heard Izanagi's words, he smiled as if to predict what happened.

“Izanagi had the upper hand but still actively advised me to leave. If the four gods were still here, they would have descended on the battlefield to surround and kill me, instead of waiting until now for Lord Izanagi to show up.

This is enough to show that the four gods and other gods of Takamagahara have already gone to the outer battlefield!"

With his mind at peace, the withered ghost shouted loudly:

"Today is the day for us ghosts and gods to take over Heian-kyo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Izanagi could react, the projection of the Yellow Spring tributary caused huge waves, and one by one, ghosts and gods with powerful auras appeared on the battlefield outside Heian-kyo and revealed their true forms.

Izanagi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said in a lost voice: "Are you going to provoke a decisive battle?"

There was no response from the ghosts or gods, and the surging waves had already surged towards Takama-ga-hara.

In Huangquan Hirasaka, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal controlled the Huangquan tributaries and sent a total of thirty-eight refined ghosts and seven unified ghosts into the Heian-kyo battlefield.

In the entire Huangquan Hirasaka, apart from the Huangquan ghosts that were constantly pouring into the outer battlefield, there were only four ghost immortals who were temporarily unable to appear in the world, and five ghost gods who had achieved the Tao.

As the waves swept away another ghost god, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal's face showed fatigue.

Controlling the projection of the Yellow Spring tributaries to take away so many powerful ghosts and gods has already reached the limit of the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal, but there are still four ghosts and gods who have not yet gone to the battlefield.

Seeing this, the Spirit Leader Ghost Fairy at the side stepped forward and said:

"The Nine Yin Ghosts can rest for a while. I will escort the other four Hedao Ghosts to the living world."

Seeing that someone was willing to help, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal immediately smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Thank you very much."

"puff!"

A sharp blade pierced into the body of the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal the moment the two ghost immortals approached each other. The Nine Yin Ghost Immortal, whose magic power had already been consumed to the limit, was unable to defend himself at all. He could only allow the dagger to pierce his body, and the ghost immortal's body collapsed.

"Who are you!"

After all, the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal was a powerful being that had ascended to the fairyland. He reacted in an instant and his body suddenly turned into a ball of smoke and flew out dozens of miles away.

The incomplete ghost immortal body reappeared, and the Nine Yin Ghost Immortal looked at the Lingkui Ghost Immortal with an unsightly expression.

The two ghost immortals in the Yellow Spring tributary reacted immediately, revealing their true forms and glaring at Ling Kui.

"I?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Lingkui Ghost Immortal's face.

He stretched out his index finger and slowly touched the center of his eyebrows. His disguise was removed and his burly body gradually transformed into a god with a bull's head and a human body.

"Bull-headed Yin Shuai!"

"Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace!"

"You come here alone, are you looking for death?"

Niutou did not respond, but looked towards a hidden space coordinate, bowed and said:

"Welcome, His Majesty the Great Emperor of Fengdu!"

The next moment, the space where reality and illusion meet was torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and the rolling wheels crushed the void storm and descended into Huangquan Hirasaka.