Chapter 638: The Dark Soldiers Attack the City
The altar where the heavenly ghosts perform the calamity ritual is not on the earth in the underworld.
It is like a forgotten broken tooth of a giant beast, hanging alone in the sky, deep in the dark clouds.
A cold whirlwind enveloped the altar, strangling the dark clouds, leaving only sporadic and tiny soul dust on the altar.
The altar itself was made of some huge, pale, cracked skeleton, with tiny bone fragments constantly falling off the edges and then completely worn away in the whirlwind.
"So, at the last moment, I am the only one left?" Lord Wangchuan was wearing a dark black robe and standing on the edge of the altar.
The fierce wind made his skinny figure look even more bony, and the wide sleeves of his robe stuck to his arms, revealing an almost inhuman sharp outline.
Immediately, the distraction in his eyes disappeared, and a sharp light appeared as he focused.
The Wangchuan Underworld that he had painstakingly built up for many years had finally reached the final moment, and he was forced to use all his elite soldiers and generals as well as many magic weapons and trump cards to deal with the challenges from various forces.
There were only five truly powerful generals left, all deployed outside the altar whirlwind, in a large formation deep in the dark clouds.
In addition to the five Nascent Soul-level ghost cultivators, there are also more than 30,000 imperial guards from the Wangchuan Underworld.
But Lord Wangchuan knew very well that his strength had been weakened by at least 60%.
There is no way.
The enemy is attacking the entire Wangchuan Underworld, so he must take action.
The underworld is his wings, but also his bondage. As the Lord of the Underworld, he has to shoulder the king's orders and share the joys and sorrows of the country.
If left unchecked, the Lord of Wangchuan would lose the support of the people and suffer backlash, and his luck would plummet.
The only correct way is to do your best to preserve the power of the underworld.
"So much of my strength was taken up, and on the other hand, I used it to offset the attacks of many opponents."
“Hard work is very effective.”
"After nearly a hundred years of planning, success or failure depends on this one move."
"Report!" The subordinates' voices could be transmitted through the magic circle even through the whirlwind.
Lord Wangchuan sneered and responded, "Any more bad news?"
He has heard too much bad news during this period of time, and his mind has been greatly tempered.
But unexpectedly, this time the bad news is also good news.
An enemy destroyed a dam, causing a section of the Wangchuan River to burst. As a result, the gushing flood accidentally turned a corner and happened to flow through the 30,000 acres of fertile farmland of Huoliang.
This time, not only did the flood put out the fire, but the water from the Forgotten River also flowed into the fertile land, making it more fertile.
It can be considered a blessing in disguise.
Wangchuan Mansion Lord's heart moved slightly, and a look of realization flashed across his face: "This time, the only thing blocking my path is man-made disasters, not natural disasters."
"In fact, I started the Heavenly Ghost Rebirth Ceremony and offered sacrifices to the heavens of the underworld, which gave me the favor of the heavens. I am the master of the underworld of Wangchuan, so I already have the advantage of the terrain."
"So, this is the blessing of heaven and earth. It allowed me to turn a disaster into a blessing, and the two man-made disasters offset each other."
Wangchuan Mansion Lord suddenly felt relieved, but he did not relax at all. He secretly warned himself: "Although this is the case, the fate of heaven and earth is also greatly reduced, which is not conducive to my next step of completely refining the Heavenly Ghost Skull."
"There is no time to delay."
Lord Wangchuan made a prompt decision and officially started the last step.
He climbed onto the altar, his body erect as a spear. He looked up at the sky ghost skull suspended in the air above the altar and chanted loudly:
"Glorious Heaven! Mysterious Queen of Earth! My Lord Wangchuan, I bow down and tell you—"
"The heaven has granted me power, and I can control souls and spirits, and rule the netherworld; the thick earth has supported me with my mysterious body, and I can build cities and towers, and establish my capital in the river of oblivion! The heaven's favor is vast, and it can turn disasters into sharpening stones; the earth's kindness is deep, and it can absorb disasters and become a fertile source! I now offer my sincere gratitude to you!"
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“Now I gather the remaining souls into lamps, and ignite the flames of souls into torches! I condense the loneliness of ten thousand years into a sharp edge, and transform billions of lingering hatreds into blades! Anyone who stands in my way - even if the fire of catastrophe comes again, and the karma gathers again, I will split their abyss and burn their roots! In the name of Wangchuan, with my eternal determination - I swear to take this bone in my palm and integrate it into my body!”
"Heaven and earth are witnesses to this! This heart and this aspiration can be seen by the underworld!"
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As he continued to chant, the final stage of the robbery ceremony began in a shocking manner.
For a moment, the wind was blowing violently and the clouds were rolling, as if thousands of dragons and pythons were moving around in it.
The power of the sky gradually manifested itself on the altar, and the celestial ghost skull began its final refining.
Lord Wangchuan gradually felt resistance and recited the sacrificial text more and more slowly, as if each word weighed a thousand pounds.
He knew the reason: "My sacrifice was insufficient, and the power of heaven I mobilized was not enough."
"It all depends on the battle of Baizhixian City."
He had already planned for this.
The world of the living.
White Paper Fairy City.
The dark clouds pressed down like an iron curtain. Under the dim light, the terrifying formation of the ghost army had been deployed, surrounding the Baizhi Immortal City on all sides!
As far as the eye can see, huge numbers of evil soldiers and ghosts almost fill the entire field of vision.
There is a group array in front of every city gate.
At the forefront was the Skeleton Army. The skeleton soldiers were as neatly arranged as a forest, so dense that it was hard to count them. Their empty eye sockets were burning with dark green soul fire, and their rotten bone hands were tightly holding huge rusty bone knives or broken bone shields that were entangled with resentment.
On both wings of the skeleton army, a viscous "water ghost tide" was wriggling and flowing. Countless drowned ghosts that were swollen and rotten, covered with algae and mud, gathered together because there were too many of them, and the water vapor they brought merged together to form a river on the ground.
They float up and down in the river, ready to take off.
A large number of skinned ghosts were flying in the cold wind above the army. They draped their skin bags behind them. The skin bags were blown by the wind, like kites or parachutes, blowing them into the air.
Although they were slow at the moment, they were actually very fast once they started fighting, and could make a sharp sound. They could dive and climb repeatedly at low altitudes. In the previous ghost waves, it was this type of ghost that caused the most casualties to the monks on the city wall.
Behind the skeleton army were teams of tall, headless ghost riders wearing charred remains of armor.
They and the skeleton warhorses they sat on were all burning with green ghostly flames. The flames on their necks in particular outlined the vague shape of a human skull.
The will-o'-the-wisp licked the charred bones and armor, making crackling sounds from time to time, and steaming up billowing black smoke that distorted vision. Just looking at their momentum, you can tell how terrifying their strength is. No one in the White Paper Immortal City wants to see them charging recklessly in the city.
There is a Nascent Soul-level ghost cultivator guarding each military formation, and there are also many Golden Core-level ghost generals under his command.
Luo Si has already arrived in the world of the living and is in charge of the situation.
The vanguard general, the flying spear ghost general, the white-bone crocodile demon, Xie Sichao...even Sun Lingtong was among them.
Outside of the four major military formations corresponding to each city gate, there are a large number of ghosts filling the spaces between them.
These ghosts are of many kinds, and they are the results of the army of ghosts intentionally collecting and hoarding them from previous waves of ghosts.
Small-headed ghost, big-headed ghost, ghost mother, hanged ghost, drowned ghost, lantern ghost, soul-snatching gecko, demon night demon...
The most eye-catching among them is the giant dead bone spirit.
This is a giant monster made up of countless black and dark gray skeletons, intertwined and spliced together. Each of their bones is quite thick, strong, and vicissitudes, having experienced the erosion of Yin Qi and time. The tall city wall is not as high as their necks.
In the ghost tide, their combat power can reach the Nascent Soul level.
Now that the army is attacking the city, it is not considered a tide of ghosts. The combat power of these dead bone giants should not be underestimated, and they are almost as powerful as the Nascent Soul!
On the walls of Baizhi Xiancheng, countless city guards, Black Swamp monks who came here with a large sum of money, and teams of monks from several major superpowers all had solemn expressions on their faces.
The commander of the city guards, Tie Guzheng, is undoubtedly the core figure in the defensive battle.
Yang Sanyan from the Wanxiang Sect, Zhou Wenyan from the Quanshu Tower, and Taoist Master Gumu from the Soul-Devouring Sect each led a team of monks and were distributed on the other three sections of the city wall.
Inside the city, the city lord's paper clone and Wen Ruanyu were mainly in control of the front line.
In the deepest part of the City Lord’s Mansion is naturally the main body of the Baizhi Immortal City.
There is no doubt that judging from the military strength alone, whether it is the size of the cultivators or the high-level battles, the White Paper Immortal City is far inferior to the Netherworld Army. The gap between the two sides is quite obvious.
When the Lord of Baizhi City asked for help before, he did not break the rules. The cultivators he recruited were all at the Jindan level and had not reached the Yuanying level.
Even Yang Sanyan, even though he has the combat power of Nascent Soul level, is only at Golden Core level.
What the Lord of Baizhi City relies on is naturally Baizhi Fairy City!
Owning the fairy city is a huge geographical advantage that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Can the difference in military strength offset the geographical advantage? The answer to this question may well be the outcome of this offensive and defensive battle.
Coach Ross remained silent and just waved the flag in his hand.
The command flag pointed directly at the city gate ahead.
So the next moment, the battle flags in the army were waving and the war drums were beating, stimulating a large number of ghosts to rush towards the walls of Baizhi Fairy City like crazy.
The big-headed ghost blew a dark wind, and the small-headed ghosts, demon yakshas, ghost bats, etc. rushed to the top of the wall.
The ghost mother lay on the ground, constantly giving birth to ghosts.
Hanged ghosts and haunted geckos began to climb up the city walls.
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Tie Gu Zheng immediately activated the city defense order, causing the white paper city walls to emit light and burn all the ghosts that came into contact with them, instantly burning countless of them to death.
The monks on the city wall also began to attack in batches according to military orders.
Various magical weapons and spells were used to kill the ghosts one after another.
Generals such as Luo Si sat motionless on the skeleton ghost horses. Xie Sichao stroked his beard and kept scanning the city defenses.
Military intelligence was gradually delivered to generals such as Ross.
After attacking for about half a cup of tea, Ross grunted and issued the second military order.
So, the war drums stopped beating, the bugles sounded, and the ghosts heard the sound. Most of them began to retreat, leaving only a small number still immersed in the battle, and were eventually annihilated by the city defense forces.
Tie Guzheng let out a breath and was no longer so nervous.
The enemy's first wave of attempts was over. Under his command, Baizhi Immortal City had excellent defense and did not reveal any flaws. Its performance was perfect.
Luo Si's mind flashed through Tie Guzheng's intelligence, and he also agreed in his heart: "He is indeed a defensive general."
The army of ghost soldiers had been planning for a long time, and the Baizhi Fairy City had also been preparing for a long time.
The White Paper Fairy City took on the first wave of attacks perfectly. Both the four walls and the command system operated well, leaving Ross no chance.
If there is no opportunity, create one!
Since the tide of ghosts has not been detected, we will mobilize the main force.
Ross decisively issued new military orders.
The gray and eerie skeleton army marched in heavy and orderly steps, approaching step by step. Every time the skeleton's feet stepped on the ground, the harsh clicking sound of thousands of joints rubbing against each other was very annoying.
The monks on the city wall launched the attack immediately.
However, these attacks were ineffective when they landed on the skeleton army. Although these gray bones looked very fragile and broken, they were more durable than most ghosts.
"This is the regular army!"
"There is a lot of training and cultivation on weekdays."
"Before this army marched here, I wonder how many military tactics it had been blessed with."
The monks in the mortal world were filled with awe and attacked even harder.
But soon, they were stopped by Tie Guzheng.
"Don't fight too long, go back and rest, recuperate, and do your best to recover your magic power!" Tie Guzheng's voice echoed on the city wall.
The monks suddenly came to their senses and remembered the instructions before the battle. They turned around and walked down the city wall, leaving other monks to come up.
However, before leaving, many people still attacked the skeleton army under the city wall.
Tie Guzheng felt helpless when he saw this scene. He couldn't help but think of the Qingjiao Army and the strict enforcement of orders among their three major military systems.
"We are not a cultivation army after all."
“It’s a sign of inadequate training.”
Originally, the city guards might have been able to do this, but now there are too many people involved in the city defense force.
Being able to achieve this level is already the limit of Tie Guzheng's ability.
"After all, I'm good at defensive warfare, not military training."
"Oh, if I had a military branch, it would be very convenient to do anything!"
Tie Guzheng was secretly very envious of Qingchi.
After the first group of monks came down from the city wall, they arrived at the temporary barracks, where they immediately received assistance from potions and magic arrays to quickly heal their wounds and restore their mana.
The second group of monks climbed onto the city wall and immediately launched their own offensives, but still to little effect.
The skeleton army seemed to have been peeled off a layer of skin. The main body walked to the foot of the city wall and began to climb on the bodies of their comrades one by one to build a human ladder!
This is no easy climb.
Click, click...
The bones are constantly split and spliced together and built tightly together. The bottom bone base becomes larger and larger, and the chassis is very stable.
The bone bridge above is also being built rapidly.
When the monks saw the human ladder approaching rapidly, they all changed color and attacked with all their might, but to no avail.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly a huge fireball exploded at the base of the wall.
In the violent explosion, a bone bridge ladder collapsed directly.
The monks were cheered up when they saw this scene. This was the biggest achievement since the battle.
Many people turned their eyes to the monk who had made the move and discovered that he was a young man with a yellow face.
It's Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo)!
Tie Guzheng also knew Ning Zhuo's identity and was not surprised by it.
Ning Zhuo took action next, casting the five elements spells in turn and with the help of his five internal organs, he was able to kill all the nearby enemy troops without consuming the Qingjiao army's strength.
(End of this chapter)
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