Before the thick fog in Changping, everyone's heartbeat could not help but accelerate.

The unknown is the greatest fear.

What exactly is inside?

Let these extremely fierce prisoners be so scared?

"The soul of the Zhao army in Changping?"

The Chu envoy connected these words together. Before this, there were rumors here that the souls of the dead could not be calmed down. Is this true?

The envoy of Chu turned to look at Lian Po.

Not only him, but all the envoys from all countries looked at Lian Po.

In the past, Qin Wu'an Jun Bai Qi killed 400,000 Zhao troops here. Could it be that all these killed troops became souls of the dead?

"This is a sinful debt posed by Qin!"

Lian Po took a deep breath and sighed.

How many dead souls in the past were his soldiers.

"Everyone, the soldiers of Zhao State are unwilling to disturb these dead souls of Zhao State in the past, and hope that the countries will no longer disturb these dead souls."

"It is unknown whether the rumors of the underworld are true or false."

Some people still don't give up.

"If there is really a subterranean, people in the world will definitely have a day to know, so why bother to force it?"

Lian Po shook his head. He didn't want to disturb these soldiers who followed him in the past to fight. If he had fallen here in the past, he wouldn't want anyone to disturb him who had been buried underground.

At this moment, the world suddenly changed, and a huge cloud covered the sun in the sky, and the whole world became dark for a moment.

It was so chaotic that it was dark for a moment.

"This is?"

Lian Po raised his head and looked at the strange phenomenon.

The next moment, a gust of cold wind rose, arrogant and unrestrained, and the endless cold swept over.

The thick fog that seemed to never tremble was blown under the cold wind. The thick fog spread out and seemed to be blown away faintly.

In the blown mist, the vision gradually became clear, and the people in the Zhao army camp seemed to vaguely see the soldiers of Zhao army wearing tattered clothes.

They were furious, as if they were rotten, and some were already looking like skeletons, with only the tattered Zhao army uniform hanging on the hunched body.

At this moment, everyone finally knew what the prisoner had seen in the thick fog.

That was the undead of Zhao State who died tragically in Changping.

The confused undead Zhao army lined up in an inexplicable formation. If there were people from Zhao who survived in the past, they might be able to recognize that this was the formation that Zhao Kuo used when he broke through.

"The saying of the dead is really true."

The hands of the Chu envoy were trembling, as if he was constantly calling.

What overflowed from the drifting fog was a bone-broken cold, which seemed to make people's soul tremble.

Lian Po's eyes flashed with surprise. He seemed to see a man wearing the armor of the Zhao army commander, covered in blood, covered in arrows, and holding up his long sword.

"Is it Zhao Kuo?"

Lian Po still clearly remembers this young man, and has too many complex emotions for Zhao Kuo.

At this moment, when looking at Zhao Kuo in front of him, Lian Po was lost.

The white horse and silver saddle, Zhao Kuo, who was full of energy, appeared in Lian Po's mind again.

Before Lian Po could come back to his senses, he changed again in the mist. On the periphery of the mist, soldiers wearing heavy armor slowly showed their bodies, and endless coldness came to his face.

It's like they carry endless coldness.

"Is this an army in the underworld?"

The envoy of Qi State was so shocked that he couldn't stop talking.

Is the news that came from Xianrenzhai in the past actually true?

As the soldiers who were exposed slowly walked into the mist, a cold and ruthless voice rang out.

"The Yin soldiers use the way, and the strangers avoid it."

The sound that came out of thin air showed endless majesty in the cold.

It seemed to ring in the hearts of everyone, and an inexplicable fear appeared in everyone's hearts, as if everyone had seen something they shouldn't have seen.

As the array of ghost soldiers entered the mist, there seemed to be the sound of golden swords and iron horses.

It seems like there are millions of soldiers roaring.

Wars and swords intersect, fighting as before.

The wind roared and the plants fell down.

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

They all realized that it seemed that they had really encountered the law enforcement people in the legendary underworld.

Since there is a subterranean, it means that all the news from the immortal's mercy is likely to be true.

There are really people in this world who supervise the life and death of all things, and are captivating.

"retreat!"

Lian Po ordered without any hesitation.

All the Zhao troops immediately retreated without a trace of hesitation. Even if Lian Po didn't give the order, they would run away themselves.

No one can remain calm under this strange scene before his eyes.

The cold seemed to burst out from the deepest part of everyone's hearts, and endless fear coiled around everything.

Maybe there are people in the Taiyin Academy, but none of the people in front of you can do it.

Five miles after the Zhao army retreated, a roar in Changping resounded on the earth.

"Bai Qi, I, Zhao Kuo, are not convinced. How dare you kill me, Zhao State's 400,000 men?"

"I'm not convinced!"

Every word in the words seems to carry all the spirit of the roaring person, which is deep reluctance and hatred.

The roaring hatred seemed to pierce the sky.

I refused to disperse for a long time.

For a moment, the sky was silent, and only the cold wind was still there.

After the sound dissipated on the earth, the thick fog slowly faded away, as if it had never appeared.

But the terrifying Yin Feng became even more fierce.

The extremely cold wind seemed to freeze everyone's thoughts, and the coldness from the soul made people tremble.

For a full quarter of an hour, the whispers of the underworld seemed to be surrounded by the whispers of soldiers in the underworld.

After a quarter of an hour, the cold wind slowly dissipated.

Then the scorching sun that blocked the scorching sun slowly revealed the warm sunshine, and the dark clouds that covered the sun had already crossed the sky.

Everything seems to have been calculated.

Pieces of sunshine shine on the earth.

At this time, the scorching sun shone on the body, and everyone could not feel the slightest warmth, and there was only coldness.

Lian Po looked into Changping from afar, and there was still fog there.

Only under this lush grass, there are countless corpses buried in the past.

Everything seemed to be an illusion, but Lian Po knew that all this was true.

The prisoner's blood was still on the earth, and the corpse was probably not cold yet.

“It’s all true.”

"Zhao Kuo, have you been captured?"

Lian Po murmured to himself.

"Do you, the Emperor of Fengdu and King of Qin Guang, who are in charge of the underworld?"

When Lian Po bowed his head, he realized that there were only a few people standing on the entire earth.

Most of the soldiers wrapped their clothes tightly and snuggled up to each other, shaking as a whole.

It was clearly in the sky, and sweat had already flowed from everyone's foreheads, but the soldiers seemed to be so cold that they could not help themselves. Only by snuggling together could they feel a little warmth.

Lian Po looked at everyone and recalled the majestic voice that had just sounded.
Chapter completed!