Hell.
Forgotten River Immortal City.
The Wangchuan River roared and rolled under the city, and the river flowed endlessly.
The green and black bones slowly grew from the bottom of the Wangchuan River, and after countless years, they finally emerged from the water and grew countless spires.
Wangchuan Immortal City is based on these rows of bone spires, built over the Wangchuan River!
The city lord's mansion of Wangchuan Prefecture is on top of the tallest bone spire.
He sat on his lord's seat and placed the jade slip in his hand on the table.
The jade slip was the report of the vanguard general, mentioning that the whole army was applying the ointment of the dead sound on time to build momentum for the siege battle.
"Nearly a hundred years have passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, we have reached the final threshold......" Lord Wangchuan's eyes dispersed slightly.
Before he knew it, he had stood up, walked to the window, looked out the window, and overlooked the Wangchuan Immortal City.
This is the highest point of Wangchuan Immortal City.
The cold wind blew on the bones, with wisps of rust and the breath of soul, and also blew the long pale hair of Lord Wanchuan.
He was dressed in a black robe, tall and thin, and at this time he carried his hands on his back, scanning the immortal city, and then looking into the distance.
His face was a little dry, and wrinkles spread across the corners of his eyes and the edges of his cheekbones.
His eyes were very deep, like the entrance to a dark abyss. Upon closer examination, it seemed that there were countless tiny, distorted faces silently wailing, laughing, and annihilating in their pupils.
There are also countless scenes of disillusionment, staging scenes of life and death, love and hatred.
His lips were thin and cold, as if carved by a knife. Two deep nasolabial folds winded down from both sides of the nose and cut straight into the tight corners of the mouth, like two heavy shackle notches, sealing thousands of words.
The unwillingness of the years, the weight of loneliness, and the exhaustion of seeking the Tao...... All emotions turned into these ravines, imprinted on his face, and deeply dormant a will that was older and more stubborn than death.
Lord Wangchuan has a very clear understanding of the situation: "This time, in order to refine the skull of the heavenly ghost, I launched the heavenly ghost incarnation ritual to worship the heavenly ghost."
"My old enemies and strong neighbors must have reacted after this time."
"Even if they don't know what the acquired talent in the skull of the heavenly ghost is, they can judge its value to me just from my huge action!"
"Therefore, they will definitely take action to prevent me from attaining enlightenment!"
As soon as I thought of this, a subordinate sent urgent information -
"Lord Fujun, there is turmoil in the Bone Transformation Frontier. There is a conflict between the Spore Sect and the Rotten Corpse Marquis, and both parties are mobilizing manpower with all their might, and the situation is deteriorating too quickly and needs urgent mediation."
"If it is not done in time, I am afraid that these two forces will have a serious fire!"
The subordinate looked at Lord Wangchuan, his eyes revered and full of anticipation.
Lord Wangchuan was still looking out the window, and said to himself: "It turns out that the first people who came to trouble me were the two of you."
The Spore Bacteria Patriarch and the Rotten Corpse Marquis are very unfriendly on weekdays, and friction often arises. The Bone Frontier where the two forces are located is one of the jurisdictions of the Lord of Wangchuan, so the Lord of Wangchuan often personally comes forward to mediate the dispute between the two.
Whoever is weaker, Lord Wangchuan will secretly help whom.
Relying on his balancing strategy, the Bone Frontier also maintained a fragile balance, without any major force entrenched in the place.
Now, seeing that Lord Wangchuan has no leisure and is busy refining the skulls of the heavenly ghosts, these two parties tacitly mobilized personnel and set up a formation, wanting to take the opportunity to slaughter the other party and let their side dominate the local area!
Even if Lord Wangchuan saw through the plan of the two, he still had to praise these two for seizing this rare opportunity.
Lord Wangchuan really can't come forward to mediate in person this time!
"This is a proper temptation."
"After I am sure that I will not leave and go to the frontier, these people's backs will appear one after another."
Lord Wangchuan had already guessed the next change in the situation.
Yang Jian.
White paper fairy city.
The city lord's clone led Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi to the city's treasury.
"This is the Bone Blade Battle Flag." The city lord's clone first displayed a military flag.
The flagpole of the military flag is neither wood nor iron, but is made of countless small and pale bones closely spliced, and the top is not the tip of the gun, but a ball of dark fire, and the flame is pale green.
The flag itself is almost transparent, as if it is tanned with skin peeled off from the body of the wrongfully deceased, cold and slippery. There is no painting on the flag, it is blank, and only after the green flame is refined, there will be the two big characters of green coke.
"This is the waning moon sword and the hollow spear." The city lord clone continued.
The Waning Moon Sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the blade was not smooth, but covered with fine and complex cracks like broken ice patterns. Deep in the crack, the dark blue moonlight was slowly flowing and flickering.
The tip of the Rift Spear was made of layers of talisman paper tightly rolled, compressed, and glued. The tip is sharp, and the middle section has a fluffy texture that looks like it is about to collapse.
When he waved the spear, Ning Zhuo heard a snort like tearing a book.
"These are all black-blooded paper horses."
The paper horses are tall and outstanding. Their skeletons were made of pitch-black cardboard rolls, and the "flesh" was translucent gray-white talisman paper, which was very thin, and it was vaguely visible that in the inner chest cavity, there was a mass of miserable green ghost fire the size of a human head that was beating violently and burning as the driving core.
Two points of deep ink solidified at the horse's eyes were empty and dead.
Finally, come to the deepest part of the warehouse, where there is a small and exquisite paper barracks only the size of a palm.
The city lord introduced it relatively simply: "This is a festival barracks, which can save the cultivation army from the pain and tedium of camping when stationed in the wild. Just sacrifice it, and a barracks can be erected on the flat ground immediately."
"The key is that this barracks also has an altar where you can offer sacrifices to all kinds of ghosts and gods and pray."
"Of course, we are in a defensive war, and we don't need this kind of festival barracks."
Ning Zhuo flashed a brilliance in the depths of his eyes.
The city lord's clone stretched out his arm, drew a half circle with his finger, and sighed: "As you can see, everything here is full of military weapons."
"Once, my city tried many times to form a cultivation army."
"These weapons are specially prepared for the construction of the army."
"I didn't expect that in the end, they came in handy in this way."
The city lord's clone looked at Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi.
She really hoped that this new army could be used by the White Paper Immortal City. But the Qingjiao Army has now been completely infiltrated by the Vientiane Sect, but fortunately, the result is not too bad.
Because Ning Zhuo is the son of Meng Yaoyin, he has not yet joined the Vientiane Sect, and he can fight for it with this relationship.
On the other hand, Qing Chi was also a native ghost race, and he was quite recognized for the rule of the White Paper Immortal City.
Ning Zhuo said with emotion: "To be honest, I never thought that the army would be built so rapidly this time. Now, it turns out that it has reached the military weapon link."
"And with your sponsorship, Lord City, the Qingjiao Army has already been built!"
City lord clone: "No, this is not a free sponsorship, it is about money. If possible, it can be regarded as borrowing. In the future, we will also form a new army in the White Paper Immortal City."
Qing Chi hurriedly said: "Lending it to us is also a huge help, and the juniors will remember it!"
Ning Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "It is a bit difficult to form a new army in the White Paper Immortal City."
The paper man clone snorted coldly: "If it were just my white paper fairy city family in charge, the new army would have been established long ago. It's a pity that the dark and wet swamp is sandwiched between the two countries and is a buffer zone. No one wants to see that there is an army here!"
Speaking of this, the paper man raised his head and sighed: "Although the Yinshio Black Wetland is vast and sparsely populated and has a unique environment, it is not a place of transformation. There will always be forces from all sides to guard against, suppress and exclude them, and there will be all kinds of entanglements and obstructions. It's too difficult to do something big."
Qing Chi was silent, not knowing what to respond to.
Ning Zhuo comforted: "Lord City, this is the way of the world. It's not just a blank paper fairy city? If you think about it carefully, even if it is a cultivation country like the Two Zhu Kingdom, you have to plan for a long time, take one step counts three steps, and if you really want to accomplish something big, you must resist the obstruction of neighboring countries."
"No matter how big or small the power is, as long as there are monks, there will be these fierce competitions. Isn't it?"
Hell.
Lord Wangchuan was also secretly sighing: "Even if I am the king of a mansion, it is still very difficult to achieve a big thing."
Since the confrontation between the Spore Sect and the Corpse Marquis, the day when Lord Wangchuan did not set out to persuade him, bad news has been reported to Lord Wangchuan one after another, and he has been asked to decide.
A powerful being named Dan Abo walks everywhere in the underworld, and everywhere he goes, he has to challenge the strongest in the area.
He was almost led to the Wangchuan underworld.
Lord Wangchuan had already paid attention to this matter and immediately dispatched manpower to destroy the enemy's conspiracy, causing Shan Ji to finally choose another direction.
In the Dust Evil Cave, a god-level dust crocodile broke through the seal and rushed out of the crocodile cave, causing trouble and slaughtering villages and towns everywhere.
After the incident, the Wangchuan underworld reacted quite promptly and immediately dispatched strong people, all of whom returned with their feathers, and some even encountered bandits and robbers in the middle, suffering heavy losses and giving up halfway.
Lord Wangchuan thought for a long time, and then ordered the dispatch of border troops.
The border troops successfully exterminated the dust crocodile, but they also suffered a lot of losses and rested on the spot.
This means that the border defense force of the Wangchuan Underworld has been reduced a lot, and its weaknesses have been shown in the eyes of the surrounding forces.
"Urgent report!" The subordinate looked panicked, but unlike before, he was happy.
"What's the matter?" Lord Wangchuan was a little curious.
"Lord Qizhen, the white-tailed swing mouth, the monk you explained has appeared!" The subordinate was busy.
Lord Wangchuan looked dazed for a moment.
"It's her......"
That was the lord's former first wife, he really loved each other, and he once promised the latter to be with each other.
However, for the sake of subsequent exercises, he abandoned his first wife and chose the beloved daughter of the previous king.
After usurping the throne, Lord Wangchuan tripled his underworld territory, found his first wife, and wanted to welcome her back as queen.
The first wife had already broken her heart, and she saw through the love, so she resolutely refused.
She hides in Baiwei Dang and rarely runs away.
Lord Wangchuan has arranged for manpower to be stationed in Baiwei Dangkou all year round, and what he wants is the first news that his wife appeared in Dangkou.
Every time, he would rush at full speed to meet his wife, even if he suffered cold faces and rejection every time, he was willing to do so.
After a long time, the ice also showed signs of melting.
The first wife's attitude gradually changed, and once she asked him: "Will you abandon me again?"
"I control a mansion and am the king, what else is worth letting me abandon you?" At that time, Lord Wangchuan did not hesitate and stared at his wife affectionately, "Come back, come back to me."
The hair wife flashed with hesitation, and finally shook her head and disappeared into the white tail swing.
Memories of the past appeared in the heart of Lord Wangchuan, and then were destroyed by his sharp and vicious gaze.
"Someone must have secretly picked it up to make my wife appear in Dangkou at this time!"
"What a poisonous method, this is to mess with my Taoist heart."
Lord Wangchuan is completely sure that if he does not get together with his first wife this time, he will definitely disappoint the latter and completely see the character of Lord Wangchuan. Not to mention that all the previous decades of hard work were in vain, and there may not even be any more opportunities!
Lord Wangchuan gritted his teeth, and his face showed a rare ferocity color.
He clenched his fists, and the veins on his fists exploded.
He wanted to yell with resentment, he wanted to raise his arms and howl to the sky, but in the end he didn't do it.
He let go of his fist, his expression became indifferent again, he glanced at his subordinates who were reporting, and only said lightly: "Step back."
Yang Jian.
White paper fairy city.
"You all step back." Ning Zhuo waved his hand.
"Obey orders, my lord!" The peanut ghost general and the others responded in unison, and then took a few steps back respectfully, then turned around and left the living room.
There were only two people left in the living room, Ning Zhuo and Wen Nephrite.
Wen Nejade said: "These ghost generals, not only did I check them, but even the main body of the city lord personally took action to investigate them to the bottom of the sky."
"They have no problem and can be trusted!"
Previously, the Wangchuan Underworld successively dispatched Jindan combat forces, and secretly sent them to the White Paper Immortal City through traitors, causing a lot of destruction, and many were captured alive.
After Zheng Shoumo was still there, he was mainly responsible for recruiting these Jindan level ghost generals.
His identity as a traitor was not clear even to these ghost generals.
And the results of the current investigation also show that Zheng Shoumo also followed the rules and dutifully surrendered, without arranging any back-ups or secret doors.
"These ghost generals can indeed be used, but they are best used for city defense. The ghosts know how they will react if they are taken back to the underworld!"
Ning Zhuo thought of dispatching the Qingjiao Army, these ghost generals were a group of valuable combat forces, which could enrich the city's defense.
The big-headed boy looked at Wen Nejab: "Senior Wen, has the sacrificial text you inspected any results?"
This is the focus of his meeting with Wen Nephrite this time.
Wen Nejade replied: "You guessed right, this sacrifice is a Confucian method, a sacrifice to the sky!"
"It's just that the object of sacrifice is not the underworld, but the underworld."
"The text is incomplete and profound, I have only studied a little, I hope it can help you."
Ning Zhuo turned sideways and leaned towards Wen Nephrine: "Junior, listen attentively."
Wen Nejab explained, and then said: "To break this ritual is actually very simple, just find the central location and destroy it with Confucian means."