The altar where the heavenly ghost was reborn for the calamity ritual was not above the underworld earth.
It was like a forgotten behemoth with stumps, hanging alone in the sky, deep in the clouds.
The cold whirlwind enveloped the altar, and the clouds were strangled by the whirlwind, and only sporadic tiny soul dust fell on the altar.
The altar itself was made of some kind of huge, pale, cracked splice of huge bones, with tiny bone chips constantly peeling off at the edges, and then completely worn away in the whirlwind.
"So, at the last moment, am I the only one left?" Lord Wangchuan was dressed in a black robe and stood on the edge of the altar.
Li Feng outlined his thin figure more and more ruggedly, and the wide sleeves were close to his arms, showing an almost inhuman sharp silhouette.
Immediately, the scattering in his eyes dissipated, and when he concentrated, he showed a sharp light.
The Wangchuan Underworld, which he had painstakingly managed for many years, really reached the last moment, and the elite soldiers and good generals under his hands were forced to take out many magic weapons and cards to deal with the difficulties of all forces.
There were only five truly powerful cadres left, all of whom were arranged outside the altar whirlwind, in the depths of the clouds.
In addition to the five infant-level ghost cultivators, there were also more than 30,000 forbidden troops in the Wangchuan underworld.
But Lord Wangchuan knew very well in his heart that his strength had been weakened by at least 60%.
There is no way.
The enemy attacked the entire Wangchuan Underworld, and he had to make a move.
The underworld is his wings and his constraints. As a lord, if you bear the king's order, you have to share the joys and sorrows with the country, both loss and glory.
If left unchecked, the people's hearts will be greatly lost, and the lord of Wangchuan will suffer a backlash and his anger will plummet.
Only by trying our best to preserve the power of the underworld is the king.
"I was involved in so much strength, and on the other hand, I used these to offset the attacks of many opponents."
"The painstaking management is still very effective."
"Nearly a hundred years of planning, success or failure depends on this move."
"Report ————!"
The subordinate's voice could come in through the magic circle even through the whirlwind.
Lord Wangchuan sneered and responded: "Is there any bad news?"
During this time, he had heard too much bad news, and his mind had been greatly exercised.
But unexpectedly, this time the bad news is also good news.
An enemy destroyed the embankment, causing a section of the Wangchuan River to burst, but the flood that gushed out turned a corner by mistake and happened to flow through 30,000 acres of fertile land for fire grain.
This time, not only did the flood extinguish the fire, but the water of the Wangchuan River was also instilled into the fertile land, making it more fertile.
It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.
Lord Wangchuan's heart moved slightly, and a look of surprise flashed on his face: "The only thing blocking my path this time is man-made disasters, no natural disasters."
"In fact, I opened the Heavenly Ghost Reincarnation Tribulation Ceremony and sacrificed to the heavens of the underworld, and I also received the Heavenly Favor. He himself is the lord of the underworld of Wangchuan, and he has long had a geographical advantage."
"So, this is the favor of heaven and earth, allowing me to be a blessing in disguise, and let the two man-made disasters offset each other."
Lord Wangchuan suddenly felt a slight relief in his heart, but he did not relax in the slightest, and secretly warned himself: "Although this is the case, the qi of heaven and earth is also being greatly damaged, which is not conducive to my complete refining of the heavenly ghost skull in the future."
"Don't delay any longer."
Lord Wangchuan made a quick decision and officially started the last link.
He ascended the altar, his body as straight as a gun. He looked up at the heavenly ghost skull suspended in mid-air on the altar and chanted loudly: "Brilliant God! Ming Ming Houtu! Forget the Lord of the River, bow down and tell ————"
"Receiving the heavens, forgetting the river hangs upside down as my crown; The land is full of virtue, and all the bones are coiled into my cornerstone! The firmament gives me authority, controls the soul, and dominates the underworld; The thick soil carries my black bones, builds a city and a tower, and forgets the river! Heaven is vast, turning calamity waves into forging; The earth's virtue is deeply gracious, and disasters are used as fertile sources! Today, I am sincere, and I am extremely grateful!"
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"Today, gather the remnants as lamps, and burn the soul flames as torches! Ning Ten Thousand Years of Loneliness as the Edge, Turning Billions
Zhao regrets as blades! Anyone who obstructs my path——— even if the fire of calamity comes again and the karma reunites, they should tear apart the abyss and burn their roots! In the name of my forgotten river, with my unshakable ambition——— I vow to put this bone in my palm and melt it into my own body!"
"Heaven and earth learn together! This heart and this ambition can be revealed!"
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As he continued to chant, the final stage of the tribulation ceremony began with a shock.
For a while, the wind swept fiercely, and the clouds were churning, like thousands of dragons and pythons moving through it.
The power of the heavens gradually manifested on the altar, and the heavenly ghost skull began its final refinement.
Lord Wangchuan gradually felt resistance, and the speed of reciting the sacrificial text became slower and slower, and every word seemed to be heavy.
He knew the reason: "It's because my sacrifice is insufficient, and the power of heaven is not enough."
"It depends on the battle of the White Paper Immortal City."
He had already planned this.
Yang Jian.
White paper fairy city.
The dark clouds were pressed down like an iron curtain, and under the dark light, the terrifying military formation of the Yin soldiers had been displayed, surrounding the White Paper Immortal City on all sides!
As far as the eye could see, a large number of yin soldiers and ghosts almost filled the entire field of vision.
In front of each city gate, there was a group array.
At the forefront is the bone army formation. The neat and tidy dry bone soldiers were densely packed and difficult to count. Their empty eyes burned with dark green soul fire, and their decaying bone palms clutched huge rusty, entangled bone knives or broken bone shields.
On both sides of the skeleton army, the sticky "water ghost tide" wriggling and flowing. Countless swollen and rotten drowning ghosts covered with algae sludge, because they converged too much, their own water vapor merged together to form an above-ground river.
They are sinking and floating in the river, ready to go.
Over the military formation, a large number of skinning ghosts flew in the cold wind. They draped their skins behind them. The skin is like a kite and a parachute, blowing them in the air.
Don't look at their slow speed at this time, in fact, once they fight, their speed is extremely fast, and they can bring out a piercing sound of breaking the air. They can repeatedly dive and climb at low altitudes. In the first few ghost tides, it was this kind of ghost that caused the most casualties to the monks on the city wall.
Behind the bone army formation were groups of tall headless ghost riders wearing charred black armor.
They and the skeleton war horses under them were burning with pale green ghost fire. In particular, the flames on the neck outline the blurred shape of a human head skull.
The ghost fire licked the charred bones and armor, making a "crackling" burning sound from time to time, and steaming up black smoke that distorted the vision. Just looking at their momentum, you can tell how terrifying their strength is, there is no one in the White Paper Immortal City who wants to see them charging wantonly in the city.
In each military formation, there was a primordial infant-level ghost cultivator guarding it, and there were many Jindan level ghost generals under his command.
Luo Si has already come to the human world to preside over the overall situation.
Striker General, Flying Spear Ghost General, White Bone Crocodile, Xie Sichao...... Even Sun Lingtong was among them.
Outside the four major army formations corresponding to each city gate, there were a large number of ghosts filled between them.
There are many kinds of these ghosts, and they are all the results of the Yin soldiers' army deliberately collecting the previous ghost tide and continuously hoarding them.
Small-headed ghosts, big-headed ghosts, ghost mothers, hanging ghosts, drowning ghosts, lantern ghosts, soul-seducing geckos, ghost yakshas......
The most eye-catching of them is the Dead Bone Djinn.
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, thick, and vicissitudes, and has been eroded by yin energy and time. The tall city walls were not as good as their necks.
In the ghost tide, their combat power can reach the primordial infant level.
Now that the army is attacking the city, it is not a ghost tide, and the combat power of these dead bone giant spirits should not be underestimated, approaching Yuan Ying!
On the city wall of the White Paper Immortal City, countless city guards, the monks from Kuronuma who came with a large sum of money, and the monk teams from several major super forces were all full of solemnity.
The commander of the City Guard Army, Tie Guzheng, is undoubtedly the core figure of the defensive war.
Yang Sanyan of the Vientiane Sect, Zhou Wenyan of the Whole Book Building, and the Taoist of the Bone Tomb of the Soul Devouring Sect each led a team of monks, distributed on the other three sections of the city wall.
In the city, the city lord's paper man clone and Wen Nephrite mainly control the front.
In the deepest city lord's mansion, it is naturally the main body of the White Paper Immortal City.
There is no doubt that from the perspective of military strength alone, whether it is the scale of the monks or the high-level battle, the side of the White Paper Immortal City is far inferior to the army of the underworld. The gap between the two parties is quite obvious.
The white paper city lord had asked for help before, but he did not break the convention, the monks who were brought in were all of the golden elixir level, and they could not reach the primordial infant level.
Even Yang Sanyan, even if he has the combat power of the primordial infant level, he is only a golden elixir cultivation.
What the White Paper City Lord relies on is naturally the White Paper Immortal City!
Sitting on the Immortal City is a huge geographical advantage that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Can the military gap erase the geographical advantage? The answer to this question is likely to be the result of this offensive and defensive battle.
Coach Luo Si was silent, just waved the command flag in his hand.
The command flag pointed directly at the city gate in front.
So at the next moment, the battle flag in the army was waved, the war drums sounded, and the ghosts that stimulated a large number of ghosts seemed to go crazy, and they rushed towards the city walls of the White Paper Immortal City.
The big-headed ghost blew the wind, and the small-headed ghost, ghost yaksha, ghost bat, etc. rushed to the wall.
The ghost mother lay on the ground, constantly producing ghosts.
the hanging ghost and the soul-hooking gecko climbed the city wall.
Tie Guzheng immediately mobilized the city defense order, making the white paper city wall shine and burn
Burn all ghosts that come into contact with it, and immediately burn countless people to death.
The monks on the city wall also followed the military order and began to shoot in batches.
All kinds of magic weapons and spells were played, killing ghosts one after another in the middle.
Luo Si and other generals sat still on the skeleton ghost, Xie Sichao stroked his beard, and his eyes kept scanning the city defenses.
There was military information one after another, and it was delivered to Ross and other generals.
After about half a cup of tea, Luo Si hummed and issued a second military order.
As a result, the war drums stopped, the bugle blew, and the ghosts heard the sound, and most of them began to retreat, leaving only a small part still immersed in the battle, and was finally annihilated by the city defense forces.
Tie Guzheng let out a breath of turbid air, no longer so nervous.
The enemy's first wave of temptations was over, and under his command, the White Paper Immortal City defended well, did not show any flaws, and its performance was perfect.
Ross's heart flashed with ironclad information, and he also recognized in his heart: "He is indeed a defensive general."
The army of yin soldiers had been planning for a long time, and the White Paper Immortal City had also been preparing for a long time.
The first wave of attack, the White Paper Immortal City was perfectly received, whether it was the defense line of the four city walls or the command system, it was all working well, so that Luo Si could not seize the opportunity.
If you don't have a chance, create a chance!
Since the ghost tide has not been tempted, then use the main force.
Ross decisively issued a new military order.
The gray and grim skeleton army formation took heavy and neat steps, approaching step by step. Every time the white bones and the soles of the feet touch the ground, the piercing clicking sound of thousands of joints rubbing against each other is very abrasive.
The monks on the city wall immediately began to attack.
However, these offensives fell into the bone army formation, but they were ineffective. Obviously, these gray bones look very fragile and broken, but they are more resistant to beatings than most ghosts.
"This is the regular army!"
"There is a lot of training and training on weekdays."
"Before this army went over, I don't know how many blessings it had been blessed by the art of war."
The Yang monks were awe-inspiring in their hearts, and they attacked harder and harder.
But soon, they were stopped by the iron bone.
"Don't love to fight, go back quickly to rest, adjust your breath, and do your best to restore your mana!" The sound of iron bones echoed on the city wall.
The monks suddenly woke up, thinking of the care before the war, and turned around and walked down the city wall to replace the other monks.
However, before leaving, many people still attacked the bone army formation under the city wall.
When Tie Guzheng saw this scene, he felt helpless, and couldn't help but think of the Qingjiao Army and the orders and prohibitions in their three major military systems.
"We are not a cultivation army after all."
"This is a sign of lack of training."
Originally, the city guard might be able to do this, but now there are too many people mixed in the city defense force.
Being able to do this is already the limit of Iron Bone Zheng's ability.
"After all, I am good at defensive warfare, not military training."
"Alas, if I had a military branch, it would be very convenient to do anything!"
Tie Guzheng was secretly very envious of Qing Chi.
After the first batch of monks descended the city wall, they came to the temporary barracks and immediately received the assistance of potions and magic circles to quickly heal their wounds and restore their mana.
The second group of monks climbed the city wall and immediately urged their respective offensives, but there was still not much good effect.
The skeleton army formation seemed to have been skinned, and the main body walked under the city wall and began - everyone climbed on the body of their comrades and built a human ladder!
It's not a simple climb.
Click, click......
The bones are constantly split, spliced, and built together, and the base of the bottom bone is getting bigger and bigger, and the chassis is very stable.
And the bone bridge above is also being built quickly.
When the monks saw the ladder approaching rapidly, they couldn't help but change color one after another, and tried hard to attack, but to no avail.
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 who saw this scene cheered up, this was the biggest result since the confrontation.
Many people's eyes moved to the monk who made the move, and found that it was a young man with a yellow face.
It is Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo)!
Tie Guzheng also knew Ning Zhuo's identity and was not surprised by this.
Ning Zhuo then made a move, casting the five elements spells in turn, with the blessing of the five organs, and still killed the nearby enemy troops without consuming the military strength of the Qingjiao army.