The years when I explored the fairyland

Before this war, the human and ghost tribes had their own assessments.

They were not fools. They knew that knowing yourself and the enemy would ensure victory in all battles.

Therefore, both sides were collecting information, gathering a full picture of the other side from the captives, ancient books, and various channels.

However, these understandings were quite one-sided.

There was no way. Different races and cultures made it even harder to figure out the other side's social structure. There was no communication channel. As a result, the more you knew, the more confused you became.

Therefore, the ghost tribe was not clear about the strength of the human race, and the human race was not sure how strong the ghost tribe was. Both sides were like blind men touching an elephant.

Then, there was this head-on confrontation!

In a sense, this battle had to be fought!

When fighting the enemy, you need to understand what level the other side is at and what means they have; when fighting yourself, you must fight beautifully, show your style, and show your confidence.

Otherwise, the subsequent wars will only be more difficult.

Therefore, the human race actually attaches great importance to this first battle. Whether it is the Alliance of All Living Beings or the White Emperor Donghuang, they have reached a consensus.

This first battle must not be lost!

Therefore, the elite warriors selected from various countries began to train early, and all kinds of means of exorcising evil spirits and killing ghosts were also taken out.

Therefore, all major sects began to select powerful immortals, and some of the means at the bottom of the box were moved to the battlefield.

After accumulating for so long, it must be used on the blade, and now, it is.

Therefore, the ancestors and supreme elders in the major top sects also came out of retreat. They may be regarded as the remnants of the last era, and they seem outdated in the new era.

But you can't deny their killing power!

What they lack is actually the means to deal with ghosts. After the Xuanzhen Palace has supplemented them, they come this time, hoping to come but not return, and die but not live.

With such a fighting spirit, even the ghosts have to retreat.

So, the ghost king is powerful, but facing these old guys, he is restrained!

After this battle, the high-ranking officials of the human race were relieved and a little frightened.

The relief was that although the ghost race was strong, there was still a battle to fight and it could be fought.

What frightened them was that what they had come now was only a ghost fairy city.

Zhou Juetian still had eight such ghost fairy cities. Who knew what monsters would be there?

In any case, the human race did not lose in this first head-on confrontation, and the internal propaganda was that they had won a great victory, killing tens of thousands of enemies and countless ghosts.

Of course, propaganda is just propaganda, and they still dare not stop what should be done.

Therefore, the All Living Beings Alliance decided to give more support to the Dongtian human race, including materials, personnel, and masters.

In any case, the defense line must be held!

On the other side, after the Mushang Ghost City retreated a hundred miles, it seemed very quiet.

Mushang Ghost Fairy naturally reacted that he was used as a gun this time and suffered heavy losses.

Then, as long as other subsequent ghost fairy cities did not keep up, he would definitely not move.

So, the first direct confrontation ended, and the battlefield ushered in a rare stable stage.

Of course, the so-called "stable" is just the army advancing, and there are fewer direct confrontations.

In fact, the two armies are in a stalemate, and the hundred-mile area in the middle has become a place for the masters and scouts of both sides to fight.

Each uses his own means and shows his power, and the killing is inextricable!

...

The whistling wind passes through the twisted and withered woods, bringing with it a wailing sound that is like crying and complaining, which is terrifying.

A team of ghosts patrolled, there were nine of them, all knights, riding ghost horses, four hooves on fire, running as if flying on flames.

They are rare in maintaining a complete human form, and their weapons are mainly long spears. When they drive horses, there is a kind of murderous aura that has survived a hundred battles, which is enough to shock the soul.

Those who understand the ghost system will know that the ghosts have few cavalry, because of the gloomy wind and ghost fire, they don’t even need to mount.

But as long as they can control the ghost horse, they are the elite among the elite, and they can go back and forth on the battlefield and kill countless people.

They are not powerful after birth, but they can gather such evil spirits when they are on the battlefield at the moment of life and death.

Under normal circumstances, when they go out on patrol, even the powerful masters of the human race don't want to meet them.

But today, the ground suddenly exploded where the ghost rider stepped.

A figure rushed out from the ground, with a long sword in his hand stretched out, and the blazing sword light burst out, drawing a circle and sweeping across.

His sudden attack was indeed quite sudden, and at least two ghost riders were cut off by him.

The sword light cut half of the horse's body and the cavalry's thigh, and the fire on the sword burned and spread everywhere.

But that's all.

The third ghost knight stretched out his spear, like a phantom, blocking the sword's power.

Ding!

With a slight sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the knight couldn't bear the force and actually took a step back.

But in just the next second, the remaining ghost riders surrounded him. Although they were huge, they were very flexible in controlling their horses.

Seven ghost riders, seven ghost horses, and seven long spears formed a crisscross formation, completely trapping the swordsman in it.

Not to mention, although the two ghost riders suffered broken legs, it was not fatal, and was not even seriously injured.

They first controlled the ghost energy to extinguish the blazing flames, and then put the two broken legs together, and the ghost fire burned.

They made hoarse roars, obviously in great pain, but after waiting for the ghost fire to go out, they picked up their weapons and joined the siege.

So, nine riders fought one, and all they could see were heavy spear shadows, like mountains and forests, wrapped in the dark wind and ghostly aura, forcing the swordsman to retreat step by step.

The swordsman was quite powerful, with a unique footwork under his feet, which allowed him to move around in a very small space.

His body was swaying, like duckweed in the wind, and he managed to avoid most of the attacks.

But even so, he was in danger, the space for evasion was getting smaller and smaller, and it was getting more and more difficult to move around.

Finally, he had to resist with his long sword, and the sword light became more and more blazing, but three long spears were poking at him, and he was blasted out.

He was smashed dozens of feet away, and rolled to the ground. He no longer cared about his image and shouted loudly: "Zhuge Cong, Zhuge Cong, if you don't take action, I'm going to die!"

"Here I come! Didn't I just get ready?"

A wooden voice sounded, which naturally aroused the vigilance of the ghost riders, but they didn't wait for them to react.

Then, the world around them turned upside down, and the twisted forest had turned into an endless desert.

Above their heads, the blazing sun was spreading heat recklessly, and the desert sand and the air seemed to be distorted.

And these ghost riders almost instinctively wanted to hide and flee, but there was an endless desert all around, where could they hide?

At this time, outside, the swordsman had shaken off the dust on his body and walked quickly to a young man in his twenties.

This man looked dumbfounded and not very smart, but he was holding a formation plate in his hand and casting a series of spells.

And in front of them, just a few dozen steps away, the nine ghost riders seemed to have lost their minds. They pretended to gallop on their horses, but they were spinning in place.

Finally, the leading ghost general seemed to understand something and screamed in ghost language: "Illusion formation! Illusion formation! Gather, gather..."

He had obviously reacted and immediately began to summon his men to prepare to break the formation.

But at this moment, the sun in the sky no longer shed blazing heat, but thunder, fine and dense, like a silver snake, raging everywhere.

The young man's forehead was sweaty and his face turned pale, but above the formation, small dark clouds gathered and struck lightning again.

Crackling!

Booming!

The thunder was a little smaller, but the power was still needless to say. Under the lightning, the nine ghost riders had fallen to the ground, their bodies were charred and they were dying.

The swordsman said nothing, and rushed up with a brisk step, and with a sharp sword, he cut off the heads of these ghost generals.

In just a moment, he grasped the nine objects of sustenance and stuffed them into the storage bag again.

At this time, he looked at the young man and said with envy: "Your formation master is really powerful, otherwise, I can fight one of these ghost riders alone, but I dare not say whether I can kill them!"

The dull young man was really straightforward. He replied: "You are too stupid. I can't learn it."

The swordsman's face twitched: "Has anyone said that you are really ugly!"

"I don't know whether it is ugly or not, but if we are still chatting here, I am afraid we will die in the future."

"Then run away!"

The swordsman didn't talk nonsense anymore. He grabbed the young man and ran away. However, the two did not run too far and hid at the edge of the forest.

There was their previous arrangement there. They lifted the cover and hid underground.

The dull young man quickly pinched the formula and activated the formation to cover their whereabouts and breath.

Just as they were hiding, a large gust of cold wind blew over, and at least dozens of ghosts came.

The leader was actually a ghost baby. The body looked the smallest, but the resentment was the heaviest.

When he saw the headless ghost rider, he seemed to be extremely angry. After searching everywhere without any results, he became furious.

With a casual move, the ghost energy swept over and actually caught a starving ghost. He didn't care about the starving ghost's pleas for mercy. He tore it into pieces in a few seconds and swallowed it into his stomach.

His action scared the other ghosts around him and made them flee in all directions. But after swallowing the starving ghost, he was much less angry.

He howled again and gathered his ghosts together. He turned into a gloomy wind and went to inspect other territories.

...

In another place,

three monks sat cross-legged, chanting mantras, which turned into streams of Buddha's power and blessings, gathering on the strong man like an iron tower.

The strong man's body was golden and iron, as if cast in copper and iron. Every move he made was full of boundless strength, and the weapons he used were all Buddhist vajra pestles.

With the blessing of Buddha's power, the damage to the ghosts was not bad at all. The vajra was danced vigorously and turned into circles that spread outward.

So, the weak ghosts who rushed into it were directly purified by the Buddha's light and died without pain.

The strong ones flew backwards, with broken bones and tendons, and coughed up blood!

This Vajra warrior was really unreasonable.

...

In another place,

a girl dressed as the Golden Horde walked barefoot in this dark ghost den.

Her eyes were pure white, like a blind person. The exposed skin was white and delicate, but it was engraved with countless strange patterns, densely packed, as if twisting and swimming.

And around him, there were hundreds of ghosts following him. They seemed to have lost their minds, wildness, and pain.

They just followed stupidly, like zombies!

Only when encountering the ghosts, the girl would raise her hand slightly, and the controlled ghosts would rush forward and kill her own people.

…

In another place, another ghost general let out a long ghost cry, like a piercing steel needle, causing a group of human monks to cry out in pain.

Then, more ghosts rushed forward and killed these human beings one by one.

In another area, a human team of more than ten people was escaping in a hurry.

Some of them drove flying boats, some wielded flying swords, and some used escape techniques. They all obviously had good skills.

But now, now, they seemed to be chased by a shadowless ghost clan.

From time to time there would be a flash of sword light, and then someone would fall down with a howl and be eaten by other ghosts.

This excitement made the others escape faster and faster, but it was useless, it was useless, the human monks fell one by one.

Somewhere in the swamp, a ball of fire exploded in mid-air.

This was a signal for help, so human monks continued to gather from all directions, like a tide.

There are also countless ghosts who have turned into ghost winds and ghost fires and come to kill generals.

The two sides began a desperate fight in this swampland. More and more ghosts and humans were involved, and the battlefield became larger and larger.

Originally, it was just a stranglehold between two scout teams, but later, it turned into a small local chaos.

It wasn't until one day and one night that both the human race and the ghost race were exhausted, that they tacitly agreed to stop and withdraw from each other.

However, hundreds of corpses have been left in this area.

…

The confrontation between the human and ghost armies spans only a hundred miles from east to west and thousands of miles from north to south.

This huge territory has become the main area where the human and ghost tribes fight and compete before the two sides prepare for the second battle.

Here, although the troops invested by both sides are not that many, they are all real masters.

They either formed a small team or walked alone, fighting to the death with this vast land.

As a result, this hundred-mile boundary became a huge meat grinder, swallowing up the lives of countless humans and ghosts.

At the same time, there are countless young talents who have gained experience and become famous here!

Not to mention the ghost tribe, but the human race is actually a headache.

There is no way, the intensity of the fighting here is really beyond what ordinary warriors and immortal cultivators can handle, there are too many casualties.

Finally, Xuanzhen Palace united with the All Living Beings Alliance and the two cities in the Rising Sun Plains to launch a list - the Hidden Dragon List!

The so-called Hidden Dragon does not mean that you are strong or high-level, nor does it mean that you have great magical powers. Those are all false!

Only those who survive the endless killings on the battlefield are the real geniuses and the real hidden dragons!

The ghost clan's sustenance is the best support. If you kill more ghosts and bring back more sustenance, you can exchange it for military merit and get on the list!

Of course, fame is just fame, and there are certainly real benefits.

Killing ghosts naturally leads to military merit, and military merit is everything on the battlefield.

It doesn't matter if you want magic methods, magic weapons, supernatural powers, elixirs, or even a place on the Xuanzhen Palace gate wall.

The proud ones on the Hidden Dragon List can also redeem them at half price, which is very convenient.

Although the cultivation of the Immortal Path is for eternal life and immortality, that goal is really far away. The closer one, the Dharma Land of the Wealthy Couple, is a hurdle that no one can avoid.

So, as long as you dare to fight hard and have confidence in yourself, then go to the battlefield.

Either go out sideways, or make a lot of money, there is no third outcome.

As a result, heroes from all over the world flocked to him!

However, the casualties in this hundred-mile boundary were too heavy, and among the humans, there was a new name - the Death Area.

Toothache is not a disease, the pain can kill you!