The monks and elders above the God Transformation Realm in the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect came out in full swing.

The deep-sea monsters a hundred feet high in the distance were still in the uninhabited state in their own sects, overcoming all the way, with blood and sparks falling. Most of the monks of Wanxian Sect who had never seen the cruelty of the battlefield were frightened. Despite the fierce shouting on their lips, no one was willing to sacrifice themselves to block the monsters' progress in the same slogan as "sacrificing their heads and blood for the sects" and instead began to clamor and push the people around them, hoping that those guys whom they usually disliked died in this disaster.

A vivid animation depicted by many ugly and sinister faces is in sight.

One of the old men with chicken skin and crane hair had a shiny eyes. He obviously knew a lot about the two mountain-sized monsters in front of him. He said in a deep voice: "This is the deep-sea spider crab and mosaurus among the sea clan. They are both ancient species that have been around for the years and have almost been forgotten by time. The identity of the sea clan is definitely not low."

Another middle-aged man with the cultivation level of the Void Refining Realm frowned and said, "Sect Master Zeng asked half of the elders and disciples in the sect to go to the border of the Northern Region a few months ago. Could this sea clan have seized this opportunity and wanted to take the opportunity to find the place?"

Several people stopped and watched for a while. The two monsters had already destroyed the city and pulled the village and rushed straight towards the main hall of Wanxian Sect hundreds of miles away. The old man with crane hair looked at the direction of the main hall with fear, and hesitated for a moment and said coldly: "Let the monks in the Transformation Realm and the disciples below first to inquire about the details of these two monsters. It is not too late for us to do it later..."

But before the old man finished speaking, he saw that the heaven and earth suddenly became cold and dark. A drop of black water dripped from the hands of the man in black robe behind the monster. The Nether Flame Swamp filled with the breath of the yellow spring swept through the vitality of a hundred miles in the radius like a plague from the only drop of black water. A dark soldier wearing helmets and armor emerged from the depths of the swamp. Looking around, it looked dense and dense like a black tide, and the number was almost no less than a million!

The disciples of the Wanxian Sect who had initially assembled into a formation to stop the two sea monsters did not dare to move forward, and they all looked at the millions of Yin soldiers who had made a fuss.

The Nether Flame Swamp transformed by the Yin Tiger Talisman devoured the surrounding plants, vegetation and palace walls like a living creature. The dark tide is surging within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the number of Yin soldiers who could no longer measure the rolling black tide formed a square formation. The leader of a tiger-backed and bear-waisted general in front of the square formation walked out of the swamp with heavy steps. Unlike other Yin soldiers, the expression of this burly general carrying a scarlet spear is more vivid.

The heroic general with black armor ignored the two giant sea beasts beside him, turned around and knelt down at the majestic black robe in the air, and said deafeningly: "I will meet the Great Asura King!"

"See the Great Asura King!" All the ghost soldiers within a radius of hundreds of miles raised their arms and shouted, and the huge sounds caused by millions of people shattered the sky.

The three dragon sons who were ready to protect Chang Xi were twitching at this moment. They looked at Chang Xi's black robe that was roaring in the wind, and felt more and more unfathomable. Not to mention where the young master's immortal method was almost sprinkled into a soldier, how did the millions of Yin soldiers who were so powerful that they could subdue the entire Wanxian Sect come from? Previously, Ya Zi and Pu Lao heard Chiwen say that the young master had returned to the world from the world. They thought it was an exaggeration or slightly abstract description, but from the current situation, it was really possible that the young master had gone to the King of Hell Palace and brought back millions of Yin soldiers for his own use. It was admirable!

Chang Xi turned his head and looked at the woman who had already returned home but had not shown a smile. The two had exchanged their eyes. Chang Xi, who was already in the eye, looked at the general in front of the formation, his lips only opened and closed slightly, but his voice was shocked: "I will give you a mission."

General Xiongqi held his fists and handed them to the tip of his nose, and said with a frenzy and respectful look: "Please give me the order, and I will die of Huo Qubing!"

Chang Xi smiled slightly, and was indescribable. He pointed at the Wanxian Sect disciples who had accumulated tens of thousands of levels of cultivation in the distance, and asked, "Can they be solved?"

General Huo, who once left the champion Hou Meiming in the world, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the words of the Shura King came from his ears: "Kill them all, stay with them all." Then the general who had outstanding military achievements in both the world and the underworld held his fists and took the order. A tall wind-chasing beast with black armor appeared from the swamp. He turned over and stepped onto the back of the beast, picked up his gun and started sprinting. In just a few breaths, the millions of ghost soldiers behind him unfolded into a cone arrow formation with an instant charge with him.

The dark tide rolled in at first sight, and I wonder how many people were afraid.

"Everything is for me, why are you doing here? Those who retreat without permission will be killed without mercy!" Several monks from the Wanxian Sect's Void Refining Realm ordered the orders. Under the power of the elders, the Wanxian Sect's disciples began to face the frontal contact with millions of Yin soldiers due to helplessness.

He was a hero in life, and a ghost general in death. When Huo Qubing was still in the world, he was good at breaking down the enemy's defense line with an array of iron armored cavalry groups. Now he entered the world of immortal cultivation that is common to fly into the sky and escape. He kept striving for excellence, replaced the ordinary war horse with the mighty and majestic wind-chasing beast, and then covered with the invulnerable Huangquan heavy armor. With the Ghost Emperor's expeditions and attacks, he won countless results, which were far from comparable to other war divisions or troops in the Luofeng Mountain area. The only thing that could convince them was probably the only Dongyou tribe that they had only heard of but had never really met.

What's more, the direct guards of several generals among the million Yin soldiers, the wind-chasing beasts they rode were all heavy aliens, thirteen feet high and weighed 12,000 kilograms. The rushing force was like a mountain torrent, and no one could stop him wherever he passed. Huangfu Youlian had little contact with military affairs, and only learned a little from his mother's words about wars outside the Northern Region before. He only heard that those cavalrymen of the demon race were invincible once they charged forward. Today, when Huo Qubing was far away, thousands of personal soldiers behind him were placing sharp cone arrows and followed closely, he couldn't help but be dazzled. Thousands of cavalry were like this, how tragic the northern region battlefield, which had once buried the bones of the two tribes, would it be!

Huo Qubing, with a majestic figure, faced about 100,000 disciples of the Wanxian Sect who were in the world but did not know how to cherish the great time, even began to sneer. He couldn't help but sneer. The palm of his palm fan was spreading away, and there was a rain curtain with some gorgeous and fancy magic tricks in front of him. The rest were all resisted. The aura filled with his chest climbed the building several times and finally reached the top. He waved the scarlet spear with a burst of spiritual power, and stabbed the two Wanxian Sect disciples who didn't know how to write the word "death" in the front, and then slashed out as if he was tearing apart the clothes of the little girl who was about to refuse and was still welcome, and rushed into the torrent of the disciples who were pushing and shoving in the Wanxian Sect.

The living creatures of the Nether Flame Swamp transformed by the Yin Tiger Talisman advance forward like millions of Yin soldiers, because whether it is the mighty General Huo or the remaining Yin soldiers who win by number, they are still creatures in the Yellow Spring Realm. If they want to move freely in the world, they must step in this Nether Flame Swamp area that radiates a hundred miles wide. Otherwise, if they are contaminated by the breath of the world, they will be severely damaged by the power of heaven and earth in an instant, and they may even disappear after being exposed for too long.

The edges around the Nether Flame Swamp kept rolling, causing black fog to cover most of the sky, making the sunlight that had natural suppression on the creatures in the Yellow Springs Realm dim as dusk. But it was obvious that although the inside of the Wanxian Sect was already rotten, the old and immortal vital realm powers still had some vision and began to destroy the Nether Flame Swamp on which millions of Yin soldiers depended for survival.
Chapter completed!