The years when I created the ancient heaven

A quarter of an hour later.

Beside Santu River.

Mo Chengjun stood among a group of ghost soldiers and generals, looking at the scene in the distance with a dull expression and deep suspicion.

To say that he is also a person who has seen a lot of things in the world. He has never dealt with monsters, ghosts and snake gods, and has never seen any weird things.

But he still didn't expect that things would develop in this direction this time.

It doesn't seem like a long time, why did it become like this?

In his field of vision, a bridge has been erected across the Santu River hundreds of feet away!
Yes, the Santu River is very unique and cannot be bridged using normal methods, so this is a ghost bridge.

Use resentful ghosts and those soul-eating monsters as materials and throw them into the Santu River. As long as there are enough and a certain amount of space is left to allow the dim river water to pass, a ghost bridge can be built.

Of course, the result of this is that there are countless ghosts and ghosts staying upstream, and there are countless resentful ghosts wailing in the water, so the ghost bridge will not last long.

But just existing for a while is enough.

And the one who did this was the new Ghost Fire Rider.

He obviously came well prepared. After calling the formation, countless powerful ghosts would come, either carrying, driving away, or leading a large number of large resentful ghosts.

When he arrived at the bank of the Santu River, he was thrown directly into the water and built a ghost bridge as quickly as possible.

The giant man here actually didn't stop him. He even withdrew a certain distance like before and made a gesture of inviting a fight.

Then, when the Ghost Bridge was erected, the cavalryman took the lead and jumped directly across the Santu River.

He didn't even want to wait any longer, and directly urged his horse forward. The ghost fire all over his body was burning brightly, and he smashed the giant hammer-wielding halberd with his Fangtian Painted Halberd.

"Ping ping ping pong", the two sides started fighting. It was really a second late, and it was disrespectful to the other party.

And following him were countless ghost generals and cavalry.

After they crossed the Ghost Bridge, they had the same temperament as their master and launched a direct charge, fighting chaotically with the ghost soldiers here.

The fight between them was much more brutal than before.

This is not to say that in the previous battle, the powerful soldiers under the giant Han did not try their best. In fact, the ghost army that Mo Chengjun improvised was just like that.

It's not worth it, and it can't inspire them to be at their strongest.

But now it's different.

Both sides seem to be quite familiar with each other, and both know that the other side is very powerful. When they start fighting, they will fight life-and-death, with quite a life-or-death attitude.

That kind of ruthlessness and determination that even if I die, I will bite off a piece of meat from you, is everywhere on the battlefield.

At this time, even Mo Chengjun felt that these ghost soldiers and generals were estimated to be proud soldiers and generals on the battlefield before they died.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to show off that fighting spirit.

The battle between the two commanders was even more powerful.

One party is so powerful that when the hammer hits the earth, the rocks will collapse and the earth will break apart.

The other side has perfect control of strength and skills. With one hand, Fang Tian draws a halberd, either smashing it, turning it, unloading it, or cutting it...

The techniques are sophisticated and various, and the martial arts fighting methods are vividly demonstrated, and he can actually fight on par with that fierce man.

The two sides were in the center of the battlefield, going back and forth, moving around, which looked quite pleasing to the eye from a distance.

To be honest, if the people on the Netherworld battlefield were all people like this, Mo Chengjun could completely understand why the Thunder Ghost King couldn't survive.

Of course, you thought it was over here?
wrong!
Big mistake!

These are just the vanguard.

Standing at Mo Chengjun's height, he could clearly sense that whether it was on the side of the giant iron tower or on the other side of the Santu River, there were countless ghostly auras wrapped in the ghostly wind and ghostly mist, surging towards them.

In the ghostly aura, there were countless ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and some huge monsters, dragging various killing instruments, approaching quickly.

Even at a cursory glance, there are millions of them all over the mountains and plains.

When he reached the end of his field of vision, he saw two slowly moving thrones.

They are all chariots pulled by ghost dragons, decorated with jewels, fluttering flags, and billowing ghost mist.

Even though he was far away, Mo Chengjun could feel two vast and powerful auras, like a king coming to earth, making all ghosts surrender.

Compared with these two, the Thunder Ghost King's car is really nothing.

Similarly, compared with these two parties, Mo Chengjun's tens of thousands of ghost troops are nothing.

"Are we involved in a decisive battle between two evil parties?"

Mo Chengjun looked at the Thunder Ghost King and finally asked his question:
The Heavenly Thunder Ghost King looked lost and muttered: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die now!"

Snapped!
Mo Chengjun slapped him in the face. Although he thought he didn't use much strength, he still hit the Thunder Ghost King to the ground.

"I have the final say whether you die or not. Now hurry up and reply..."

Standing up again, half of the Thunder Ghost King's face was blurred, as if there was a hole with blood and flesh.

Well, the ghostly structure on his face was shattered by a slap, which made Mo Chengjun feel a little embarrassed.

He had just fought with that giant warrior, and it seemed that he had used a lot of strength.

However, after a hard fight, the Heavenly Thunder Ghost King finally came to his senses and said: "A ghost army of this size must be made by two kings of hell.

I just don’t know if this is a decisive battle or a negotiation? "

"negotiation?"

Mo Chengjun was a little surprised and said: "Who needs to bring such a large army to negotiate?
Also, if there is really a negotiation, can the two sides just let those two fight? "

Saying this, Mo Chengjun also pointed at the giant man and the cavalryman who were fighting endlessly in the center of the battlefield.

"Uh, isn't it possible?"

"not bad?"

“If the King of Hell travels without his own personal bodyguards, what will happen if he is besieged by other Kings of Hell?
There is also negotiation. Isn't it right to have a fight first to rub the opponent's morale? "

"..."

This time it was Mo Chengjun's turn to be speechless.

Well, he also realized that this is actually a difference between the two worlds, a difference in ideology, and the methods and styles of doing things are indeed different.

At least, in this world, I have never heard of any human emperor who has to bring a million-level army with him when traveling. It is really difficult to mobilize personnel and supply supplies.

It is impossible to achieve!
As for negotiations?

If both parties are interested, they must avoid conflicts before negotiations. How can it be like this Netherworld, where they actually have to fight first.

This is something I haven’t seen for a long time!

However, Mo Chengjun did not dwell too much on this, but asked again: "Then can you judge the identities of these two parties?"

The Heavenly Thunder Ghost King immediately said: "The one on the west side of the river bank is very clear, it must be King Qin Guangdao.

That flag, that armor style, that first-class enemy-defeating general Li Wudi, still holding this realm, originally belonged to the Xuanming Palace, they were all correct.

It's on the east bank of the Santu River. I'm a little unsure! "

After a pause, he explained: "The territory of the Ten Palaces of Yama is divided by the Santu River. Theoretically, the east side should be the boundary of Zhou Jue Palace, which belongs to the Song Emperor.

However, Lu Fengxian, the number one cavalry general in Netherworld, did not belong to the Song Emperor, but was the King of Chujiang who was in charge of Puming Palace.Look at the armor and flags of the ghost soldiers. They all belong to King Chu Jiang.

In other words, that Lu Fengxian did not defect, but was ordered to come.

But why this King of Chujiang came from the boundary of Zhou Jue Palace, I don't know. "

Mo Chengjun was very surprised: "Is this very rare?"

"Ha, then it's not as simple as rare, but almost impossible.

In my netherworld, there is a saying: It is a waste of time to die outside the city, and the king does not see the king!
What I'm saying is that outside the City of Wasted Death, no one can guarantee that the other kings of hell will not have some plans and will not do evil things.

There are only a few positions at the top. If you want to go up, someone has to come down, so everyone is cautious! "

The Tianlei Ghost King's expression was very confused: "What's more, the current situation is that the King of Chujiang ran to the boundary of King Song Emperor's Zhou Jue Palace, and he met King Qin Guangda on the bank of the Santu River.

I can't even imagine this scene.

Unless, unless..."

"what?"

The Thunder Ghost King did not answer, but shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, absolutely not!"

"speak politely?"

"Ah, I mean, if King Chu Jiang takes over the Zhou Jue Palace, then there will be no problem.

However, how is this possible?
How long have I been in the Yin Earth? Even if King Chu Jiang and King Song Emperor were to fight, it would be impossible for them to decide the winner so quickly? "

Mo Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "I think your guess is very possible."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. Anyway, this kind of news can't be hidden from anyone. It won't be long before accurate news comes out, and we'll know by then.

Of course, we have to have a future? "

Saying this, the Heavenly Thunder Ghost King came closer and said: "Master Immortal Official, why don't we escape?

In fact, regardless of whether it is a decisive battle or negotiation, it is an extremely dangerous situation for us. We might as well leave as soon as possible. "

"no!"

"Why? If you don't leave now, you might not be able to leave?"

"I mean not now."

Mo Chengjun shook his head and explained: "Let's go, we still have to go, but not now, we have to wait!

When the two sides come into contact, whether it is negotiation or decisive battle, as long as the attention is not on us, then we can leave. "

The Heavenly Thunder Ghost King knew what it meant as soon as he heard it, and immediately said: "Yes, yes, Master Immortal Official can see it clearly, so we will do it like this."

Well, they say they are waiting, but actually, their group has been retreating.

Because, as more and more ghost troops arrived under the command of King Chu Jiang, they built three more ghost bridges.

Countless ghost troops crossed the river and immediately jumped into the fight.

On the west bank, countless ghost armies also arrived. After entering the war, the entire battlefield continued to expand.

Mo Chengjun and his group moved downstream along the river bank almost instinctively. They quickly killed some ghost-eating monsters they encountered along the way.

The two sides maintained a distance of nearly one or two kilometers. They failed to distance themselves, but they did not get closer either.

It wasn't until the towering mountain-like Luan Jia finally came closer and faced each other across the Santu River that there was a change.

A phantom stood between the sky and the earth. He was wearing a black robe and a twelve-rate crown, and his whole body exuded a majestic aura.

"King Chu Jiang, have you crossed the line?"

On the east bank, a shadow also appeared.

The same black uniform, the same crown, but the difference is that his figure is thinner, but the aura he exudes is more domineering and solemn.

"King Qin Guang, you should know my purpose of coming.

Don't talk nonsense, hand over the useless Emperor Song, and I will call a truce and retreat immediately. "King Chu Jiang's voice sounded younger and more aggressive:

"Di'er, I gave it to you; but Emperor Song, I can't give it to you. This has been the rule of the Netherworld for thousands of years, and I won't allow you to break it!"

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to talk about?"

"King Chu Jiang, I just want to tell you, don't get carried away with yourself, and don't be greedy. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will provoke the anger of the people and be attacked by the crowd."

"Haha, do you expect those losers to take action? They are so busy taking care of themselves right now that they have no time to pay attention to you and me.

Okay, okay, don’t talk nonsense, let’s do it first and then talk about it. "

"If you want to fight, then I will accompany you!"

It was really just a matter of half a sentence, and within a few words, the two sides fell out.

King Qin Guang no longer abided by the tacit agreement to invite the battle, and immediately sent the Ghost King to take action to destroy the Ghost Bridge.

Of course, although they acted quickly, they were unable to withstand the King of Chu Jiang, who was well prepared. Many large ghosts were thrown into the river and became the foundation.

Then put other ghosts on it to make the bridge deck, and the ghost bridges will become one after another.

The surging ghost army stepped on these ghost bridges and pounced on them arrogantly.

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

For a time, shouts of killing resounded across the sky, and the scale of the battle also increased rapidly, from tens of thousands before, to tens of thousands, to hundreds of thousands, to millions...

The scale of the battlefield is also constantly expanding, from ten miles across, to dozens of miles across, to fighting within a hundred miles.

There is no chain of command, they just hang together in the most straightforward way.

By this time, Mo Chengjun and his group had already retreated to the edge of the battlefield. He narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted in a low voice: "Let's go now!"

Before he finished speaking, the Heavenly Thunder Ghost King had already issued an order. Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and ghosts would stir up the ghost wind and ghost mist and run towards the lower reaches of the Santu River.

However, before they could get away, a sharp sword energy shot into the sky, which also attracted Mo Chengjun's attention.

He turned back almost as if he was electrocuted. Looking from a distance, he saw the center of the battlefield. Both sides were using real fire and real masters.

They were ghosts and immortals with different postures and different magical powers, fighting brazenly under the sky without any hesitation.

But no matter how many ghosts and immortals there are, the sword energy is still the most eye-catching. Wherever it passes, almost no ghosts and immortals dare to confront him alone.

Of course, what others were afraid of was the power of the sword energy, but the reason why Mo Chengjun glared was because of his familiarity with the sword energy.

He stood on the Ghost Skeleton Throne, suddenly looked back, and after a moment he uttered three words: "Old Master?!"

"what?"

The Thunder Ghost King didn't hear clearly and just responded instinctively. But the next second, his eyes bulged out.

"You go first, I want to go to the battlefield."

"What?"

Mo Chengjun didn't answer, and saw a sword light rising into the sky.

The sword's intention was vertical and horizontal, looking in all directions, as if to announce its own existence, attracting the eyes of countless ghosts.

The next second, the sword flashed forward and entered the battlefield brazenly!
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