The years when I created the ancient heaven

at the same time,

Die outside the city in vain,

All the city gates, large and small, were opened, and countless ghostly ghosts dragged their families and families out in long queues. Along the way, there were bull heads and horse faces roaring to maintain order.

In mid-air, there are many ghosts and immortals wearing official costumes hovering around. Whenever there is an obstruction, they will cast spells to clear it immediately.

The gentler one is to grab them in the air and lift all those who have fallen or been trampled into the air.

Those who are more violent can just slap them all to death and clear their positions.

The main thing is speed and efficiency, without any respect.

It should be said that this group of middle and high-level people in the City of Waste have already had a lot of integrity, at least they did not run away in such a catastrophic situation.

Of course, they could not escape from the siege of the city by the ghost army of the kings of hell.

The most important thing is that as the core of Netherworld, there are at least tens of millions of ghost citizens and soldiers in the city. If these are all swallowed up by the resentful ghosts, the monsters they can raise will definitely be extremely terrifying.

This is what the kings of hell don’t want to see.

Further out, the armies of the eight kings of hell each opened a passage.

Both sides were guarded by fierce soldiers armed to the teeth, leaving a road no wider than a carriage.

All the ghost people leaving the city will be divided into eight parts and each will be led to one place. They will cross the road and go to the rear of the formation.

They were distributed various weapons and equipment and were organized into teams again, always ready to go into battle.

Some kings of hell will arrange them further forward on the battlefield so that they can withstand the first wave of the resentful ghosts.

Some are more benevolent and will put them in the reserve team, and only call them forward when needed.

But no matter what, they could not escape the fate of going to the battlefield again.

Those who wanted to resist, but those who didn't, were beaten to death on the spot without any unnecessary nonsense.

And this large-scale retreat did not last long. After about an hour, the dark sky was getting closer and closer.

Until the spiritual patterns lit up on the city wall, and a canopy that seemed to cover the sky rose, and the entire city of Fusi was shrouded in pitch black.

Then, the ghost wind, ghost fire, drizzle, thunder, tornado and storm all bloomed.

Countless terrifying magical powers swept through the entire city of Fusui, as if they were trying to use up their last bit of power to clean up the filth in this world.

At this time, even the eight mighty ghost soldiers under the command of the King of Hell could not help but tremble.

They could already clearly feel the power that was almost like a natural disaster, the destructive sweep, the wails of countless ghosts, and the roars of countless resentful ghosts.

Such a horrific scene was truly like hell. Even veterans like them, who had spent their entire lives fighting, could not suppress their fear.

This moment may only be a short time, but it seems as long as a year.

Until the power of the dark sky began to decline, and it was deformed, twisted, and broken under the squeeze of the resentful ghost...

At a certain moment, a "pop" sound came, clear and sweet, like exploding bubbles. Then, the last barrier to resist the disaster was gone.

The dark sky dissipated like a phantom, and then the roar of the resentful ghost became louder and louder.

Of course, there are also resentful ghosts pouring out from the city gate, but they are in the minority after all.

More and more hit the city wall, accumulating more and more, so that the thick city wall was shaking and tilting until it completely collapsed!
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, earth and rocks flew apart, and smoke and dust rose hundreds of meters high.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet at this moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but the next second, a roar came from the smoke.

A huge monster rushed out. It had an extremely bloated body, like a ball of flesh, with hundreds of hands and feet embedded in it, holding all kinds of weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds.

There are hundreds of heads, spinning and screaming, the harsh sound even turning into billowing sound waves, which can cause the soul to collapse.

There are hundreds of pairs of eyes, densely located all over the body, blinking at different frequencies, emitting cold light, burning everything.

Almost electrically, one of the frontline commanders yelled, "Shoot the arrows!"

He was just a ghost general under the command of the King of Hell, but this order alarmed all the ghost troops. Countless arrows pierced the air and fell in dense numbers.

The resentful ghost was very strong. It waved hundreds of arms to form afterimages and blocked many attacks, but it was still shot into a hedgehog.

At this time, a lot of angry curses came from other phalanxes, vaguely saying, 'Who told you to shoot arrows? '

'Shit, shit, shit'!

But in the next second, all these words disappeared in the wind, because more resentful ghosts rushed out of the smoke.

Like a tide, in the shortest possible time, it covered every place on the earth, and it was so dark that there was no end in sight.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Fire the arrow, let me shoot the arrow!"

"Will-o'-the-wisp, coverage, full coverage!"

"Project, project, ignite, ignite, burn them to death for me..."

"Defense, put your defenses up!"

The battlefield, from stillness to movement, from waiting to killing, is really just that moment.

Because they were fully prepared, the Hell King's ghost army carried out the first round of full coverage, including arrows, ghost techniques, catapults...

It all came down like a violent storm, killing and injuring countless resentful ghosts in a short time.

There were even existences at the level of ghost kings and ghost immortals who all cast spells, igniting the will-o'-the-wisps in the sky and falling like rain.

But the first wave of attacks still failed to completely stop the charge of the resentful ghosts. Many powerful resentful ghosts still broke through the obstruction and came closer.

Then the ghost soldiers and generals under the command of the kings of hell launched a charge. They drove the ghost horses, waved their weapons, fought with sharpness, and harvested the souls of the enemies.

Even more powerful generals began to gallop on the battlefield.

They didn't even bother to attack those weak beings. When they swung their heavy weapons, they only hit the strong ones among the resentful ghosts.

Perhaps, on the entire battlefield, only these lunatics were the happiest, and they laughed arrogantly when they started killing.

The fierce general Ju Han under the command of King Guang of Qin and the cavalry general surnamed Lu under the command of King Chu Jiang are the most eye-catching.

The two sides seem to be competing with each other, who can kill the most enemies?
This made the kings of hell standing in the sky couldn't help but pay attention.

These embryo-killers were not popular in the past. On the one hand, they were unruly and unruly. The most important thing was that they did not necessarily get much faster after practicing.

But now it seems that King Chu Jiang is still very discerning. If there are more such warriors under his command, it will increase morale during the fight.

Of course, it was only the first wave of ghost troops that attacked. Later, a second line of defense began to be built.

Everyone knows that this battle is a tough battle. I don’t know how long it will last and how many casualties there will be.
……

In vain in the city.

In the Hall of Ten Yamas.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi...

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

In the darkness, two tornadoes appeared out of thin air, sweeping hundreds of meters into the sky in an instant. Two figures could be vaguely seen tearing, colliding, and strangling...

Ling Lie's murderous intent continued to rise in the empty void, the green sword light and the unparalleled sword energy split the space unscrupulously, and the sound like tearing silk stretched endlessly.

At this time, King Bian Cheng had already used his strongest skills.

He was not the Song Emperor who had been corroded by time, got used to being aloof, and had forgotten how to fight.

He doesn't just like to bluff, wave his hands and use all kinds of powerful ghosts and magical powers to destroy the enemies in front of him.

He has been an assassin from the beginning, he likes to sneak in the dark, he can disappear and appear silently, and he can stay behind you for dozens of days without you realizing it.He prefers the feeling of piercing the enemy's body with a dagger. In an instant, the blade can go in and out countless times.

When he came back to his senses, no matter how powerful the powerful man was, he could only cover his tattered body with a look of disbelief on his face.

It's hard to imagine that a king of hell has lived for thousands of years, and his best fighting method is hand-to-hand combat.

But this is the truth!

Moreover, not long ago, he also ended the life of another king in this way.

He originally thought that the same trick could also deal with the so-called heavenly messenger and the foreign immortal official.

But in this world, the more I beat him, the more frightened I became. I just felt that the person in front of me was really too strong.

"King Bian Cheng, you have been attacking for a long time, is it my turn?"

In the tornado, Mo Chengjun's voice came, calm, peaceful, and extremely calm.

Well, even Mo Chengjun has to admit that he has seen too many strong people, and most of them like to use their magical powers to the extreme.

Because then there will really be the power to change the world, and you can even come into contact with the most essential rules of the world.

But King Bian Cheng is really different.

His fighting style may not seem so flashy, but he maximizes his 'skills' and integrates the killing instinct into his bones.

If Mo Chengjun hadn't practiced martial arts himself, his reaction would have been astonishing;
If he hadn't done too much training on how the Huiyin God controls the golden body before coming;

If it were not for the merit-based golden body, there would be no shortcomings of the physical body;

If his soul wasn't strong enough...

If any of these were missed, King Bian Cheng would probably have to make several holes in his body.

It's hard to say whether he will die or not; but the injury will definitely be inevitable.

He had to admit that compared to the time required to activate magical powers, this close combat was nothing short of 'fast'.

However, since he withstood the first wave, the rest will no longer be King Bian Cheng's 'home field'.

Before he finished speaking, Mo Chengjun suddenly stopped in the tornado, and his empty palms seemed to be pushing something heavy, pressing down.

Following this action, the entire space suddenly shattered, forming a shock wave that carried countless space fragments and cut away in all directions.

Mo Chengjun finally used his best space power, raised his hand at will, pressed it down, and set off a huge space storm.

A long time ago, Mo Chengjun discovered that the space in the nether world is much more fragile than the Yang world. It may be that the rules of the two-dimensional world are different.

This makes it easier to break, but faster to repair after damage.

As for the storm formed by the shattering of space, he couldn't use it in the Yang world. It really required too much mana.

But here, when he lifted it casually, it was an unparalleled power, and the original tornado was directly destroyed.

Under the space storm, almost everything can be killed.

At this moment, King Bian Cheng's expression was extremely ugly. He turned around and turned into the wind, dissipating in his original place.

When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of feet away. After avoiding the shock wave, he did not rush to attack.

The body was stagnant in mid-air, and the shadows of the sacrifices were changing all around. Bailong's chant became more and more high-pitched, with a little hoarseness.

King Bian Cheng breathed a long sigh of relief and suddenly said: "You are really powerful, much more powerful than I imagined.

He is worthy of being a special messenger from Heaven, patrolling the Immortal Officials. "

"You are also very powerful. I have never seen a peerless master like you who has mastered your skills to the extreme."

King Bian Cheng laughed at himself: "It's just that my qualifications are dull, and I will only go to the dark side."

Mo Chengjun's expression was very serious: "The most important thing in practicing cultivation is persistence. If you have this skill, it will be enough for you.

Even those martial saints in the world of Yang are far inferior to you. "

King Bian Cheng's expression softened a little, and he asked again: "I really want to know why you are so sure that I will take action? Could it be that you are just guessing again?"

"you can say it this way."

"I'd love to hear..."

"I also have a doubt. I wonder if King Bian Cheng would be willing to clear it up?"

"Then let's answer each other's questions, okay?"

"it is good!"

Mo Chengjun smiled and said directly: "I'll do it first.

In fact, although I don't know what your plans are and what goals you want to achieve, I believe that as long as the Lord of Taishan Mansion wakes up in advance.

Then all your calculations will come to nothing.

Therefore, if I come here, I will definitely encounter obstacles. The Broken Moon Demon Lord will not want to come in. If I can't get in, then you will be the only one. "

"I see, as long as it's logical."

King Bian Cheng nodded clearly and said, "Then what do you want to know?"

"What exactly did Lord Broken Moon promise to you that actually made you willing to give up everything in your hands and betray Netherworld?"

"I knew this was what you wanted to ask!"

King Bian Cheng was not surprised at all by this question. He smiled and said, "You shouldn't say what Lord Broken Moon promised me, but what purpose I want to use Lord Broken Moon to achieve."

"How exactly?"

It seemed that the conversation had started, and King Bian Cheng's tense expression relaxed a little, and he walked back and forth a few steps in the void before saying: "Do you know that this land of the netherworld was opened by Lord Taishan.

Are we, the ghost clan, equivalent to living in the immortal realm created by him? "

"I've heard a little bit about this."

"Then you should know that no matter how hard we try, we are no bigger than the Lord of Taishan Mansion."

"Are you trying to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation?"

"Partly, it's mainly because living like this has been going on for so long and it's boring.

I don’t want to go to a hellish place like Tianwaitian battlefield and be someone else’s sword, so I always think about whether I can do something else.

For example, replace it! "

Mo Chengjun opened his eyes and said, "Wait a minute, do you want to replace Lord Taishan?
Isn't this a joke?
I have never heard that this immortal realm can be replaced. If Lord Taishan dies, I guess you will not even have a place to stand. "

As he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened: "So, you don't want to reopen the Netherworld, do you?"

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the patrolling immortal official of Heaven. Yes, this is what I want.

Since Lord Taishan can open up the Netherworld, why can't I? "

King Bian Cheng laughed loudly, his expression full of madness, and he said: "Of course, if you want to reopen the Netherworld, the first thing to do is to break the old Netherworld.

And this is what I want the Broken Moon Demon Lord to do. "

"Broken the old ghost?"

Mo Chengjun murmured these words and suddenly seemed to understand something: "It turns out that if the negative emotions accumulated in the spiritual particles exceed a certain threshold, they will lead to decline and destruction!"

"That's it, that's it! That's it, everything makes sense..."

Good guy, I changed it again and again...