Zhao Xuan took him, crawling, almost without a sound, to the other side of the cliff, stretched out his hand and pointed down: the mountains are steep, the terrain is extremely complicated, and there is no way for normal troops to pass.

However, there is a mighty team of world-destroying ghost soldiers, which are constantly marching. No matter what complex terrain they encounter, they can build "human ladders" and "human bridges", and the strong bodies of ghost soldiers can ensure this incredible way of traveling.

This army is extraordinarily large, with no head in front and no tail in sight, and there are hundreds of thousands, to say the least.

Song Zheng couldn't help but look back at the other side of the canyon, he and Zhao Xuan gestured, and the two quietly went down to the cliff on the other side of the canyon.

Shi Yi looked inexplicable: what happened?

This side is also a vast mountain, but it can't be a world-destroying ghost soldier. Sure enough, as Song Zheng expected, another group of world-destroying ghost soldiers passed through here, bypassed Huangtai Fort, and was marching towards the rear of Huangtai Fort.

The two of them slid down the stone wall and whispered the situation to Shi Yi, Shi Yi was full of doubts: "Why do they need to do this? They have already opened through Huangtai Fort, can't they just pass through Huangtai Fort? Although the world-destroying ghost soldiers are strong and can bypass the mountains on both sides, the losses must be not small, and the speed is much slower." ”

There is some common sense in the cultivation realm, needless to say Shi Yi, everyone knows it.

Except for the elite repair army, the vast majority of the army is still unable to fly and march together on a large scale. The first is that the soldiers' cultivation is limited, and the second is that once they fly, everyone has different speeds, which is easy to cause chaos.

But the real capture is not to fight and run, a strong monk can capture a city by himself, but he can never really occupy it, and all kinds of trivial affairs need a lot of people to arrange and deal with.

And the occupation of a vast area near the city requires a large number of squads of fighters to carry out the execution from village to village.

Therefore, even if there is a strong person in the town, the war between the great powers still needs to dispatch a large number of repair troops. The significance of Huangtai Fort to the Hongwu Heavenly Dynasty lies in this, it can't stop the top powerhouse of the demon clan, but it can block the army of the demon clan.

If it's just the Demon Emperor who kills him alone, what's the point? The Hongwu Heavenly Dynasty also has several strong people in the Zhenguo, and sooner or later they will block it and kill it together.

And the Nine Netherworld Sect's world-destroying ghost soldiers should be hidden in treasures such as the small cave sky, and once the Great Ritual of Extermination is launched, all of them will be summoned.

However, this type of spell will have certain restrictions, and once the Great Ritual of Extermination falls, it cannot be moved. These world-destroying ghost soldiers can only come out of the Great Ritual of Extermination, and even in the Great Ritual of Extermination, there is a place similar to a "Soldier Gate", and they can only come out of it - so they can't appear directly behind Huangtai Fort.

Song Zheng thought for a while and said, "I can't guess what their purpose is, but I definitely don't want the people in Huangtai Fort to know." ”

There is still fighting near Huangtai Fort, and there are constant shouts of killing in the market. The Anti-Heaven Alliance, the Spiritual Fire Society, and the Gui Alliance are still resisting, and there are other Xuantong Realms, and the world-destroying ghost soldiers of the Nine Netherworld Sect are all clearing the rebels in the market.

"Now everyone has the feeling that the goal of the Nine Underworld Sect is Huangtai Fort. Song Zheng pondered and analyzed: "If these two huge world-destroying ghost soldiers pass through the Huangtai Fort, we, who have not yet been completely wiped out, may report to the rear through magic weapons such as homophone bone notes, and Tongzhou and the imperial court will also be alert." ”

Shi Yi still couldn't figure it out: "But even if it fools us, what use can it be? What does the Nine Immortal Sect want to do? Just rely on the world-destroying ghost soldiers to capture Tongzhou City? That's impossible."

And with one sect against one dynasty, they won't be so stupid, right?"

Song Zheng shook his head: "I can't guess what they want to do, let's leave this alone for the time being, let's save our lives first." ”

"That's right. Shi Yi nodded.

The three of them looked at the Corpse Mountain Bone Sea Altar again, and when they got closer, they could feel the enormity and horror of this thing more and more.

The entire altar is divided into three parts, and at the bottom is a sea of corpses, countless bronze corpses and iron corpse-level corpses that have been refined are piled up chaotically, and they are glued together by some kind of power in the dark, and they will not be scattered and scattered.

Among the corpses, there are demons, beasts, and insects, as well as various special races that cannot be named, and I don't know how long it took the Nine Hells Sect to collect so many corpses.

One layer up, there is a mountain of white bones, all kinds of ribs, legs, bones and bones are superimposed and interspersed in one place, and there is a miserable whiteness of the forest, which makes people feel cold at a glance.

And on the top floor, there is an altar carved out of pitch-black rock from the Netherworld, which is protected by a spirit array, and the black fog is filled, and it is impossible to see what it looks like inside.

But across these thousands of zhang distance, Song Zheng's Yin God also felt a deep fear - this was the first time since he cultivated into a Yin God.

He motioned to the two beside him and looked towards the bottom of the altar. In the sea of corpses, three "corpse portals" were opened, each of which was a hundred zhang wide and narrow, and there was a "bead curtain" made of countless white bone skulls hanging on the portal.

The three portals were facing three directions, one facing Huangtai Fort, and it was from this that the current world-destroying ghost soldiers in Huangtai Fort came from.

The other two were on either side, and the army of world-destroying ghost soldiers merged into the two teams that passed by.

Song Zheng looked around and motioned for the two to wait for him. He quietly turned back to Huangtai Fort, and a moment later, he came back empty-handed, but then he opened the small cave world: there were three world-destroying ghost soldiers hidden inside, which had been eliminated by him.

"What do you want to do?" Shi Yi had a bad premonition.

Song Zheng said: "Mix in." ”

The World Destroyer Soldier he searched for was just the right size, about the same size as the three of them. He took out the three world-destroying ghost soldiers, chose one similar to himself, quickly peeled off the armor, and then grabbed some pus and blood on the wounds of the world-destroying ghost soldiers and smeared them on his body, and suddenly a disgusting stench came to his face.

Shi Yi almost vomited, and shook his head again and again: "You kill me, I will never ......"

Zhao Xuan on the side quietly peeled off the armor on the skinniest ghost soldier of the world, and like Song Zheng, he got his own pus and blood, and then ignored Shi Yi and put on armor with Song Zheng.

Shi Yi stiffened: "Okay, in order to survive." ”

Song Zheng turned back and smiled at him, everything was self-evident.

The three of them "dressed up", Song Zheng looked left and right, but he still felt dissatisfied, and took out a knife with his backhand, cut some rotten flesh on the corpse, chopped it and wiped it on Shi Yi's face.

"Wow-"

Shi Yi really couldn't help it this time, and spit it out, Song Zheng waved his hand, and the surrounding soil quickly covered his vomit.

Shi Yi apologized again and again: "It's me who is not good...... But scholar, can you say in advance and prepare me a little?"

Song Zheng said coldly: "I said it in advance, can you agree?"

Shi Yi thought about it and felt that if the scholar really asked himself in advance, he would most likely be scolded by himself. Zhao Xuan on the side pursed his lips disdainfully, and Shi Yideng's old face turned red: "What are you afraid of?

Song Zheng bowed his head and praised insincerely: "The history of a thousand kings, calm and unpretentious, iron-blooded true man!"

Shi Yi frowned, always feeling like he was scolding himself, not like he was complimenting, Song Zheng had already turned around, and a handful of minced meat was sticking to his face.

He was fierce enough to himself, but he almost spit it out, and he endured it for a long time, constantly warning himself: You can't vomit, if you really vomit, you will become Shi Yi's laughing stock.

It's Zhao Xuan, who is impressive, and the whole process seems to be unconscious.

The two men threw themselves to the ground with her admiration.

The Nine Netherworld Sect's World-Destroying Ghost Soldiers are well-equipped, and each World-Destroying Ghost Soldier is a full-body armor, but there is no face protection. After the three of them were dressed neatly, they took away their full breath and collected the power of their souls, and at first glance, they were really three ordinary ghost soldiers.

It's a pity that there is no way to hide the eyes. If you meet someone from the Nine Underworld Sect, you can only roll your eyes and pretend to be turbid.

"Ready?" Song Zheng asked, Shi Yi and Zhao Xuan nodded together, and the three of them quickly rushed towards the terrifying altar of death.

There was a dead atmosphere here, there were no living beings at all, and there were no people from the Nine Underworld Sect to guard them, and the three of them came to the altar very smoothly, with their backs against the altar, and looked up in concealment—those corpses had been refined like copper and iron, stiff and stiff, but the three of them couldn't help but think about whether they were leaning on their backs, whether they were hands or feet or knees and heads......

Song Zheng looked to both sides again, there was a small hole above the oblique, similar to a window, he secretly beckoned the two of them, pointed to that position, and the three of them endured the nausea together and climbed up.

......

At the top of the altar, in the thick black mist, there was a terrifying blood pool three feet square.

In the pool of blood, scarlet pus and blood rolled, like a volcano about to erupt, and the power of death in the entire space condensed into layers of gray mist, which was so thick that it could not be dispersed.

Around the pool of blood, five pitch-black iron chairs were placed. The iron chair was carved with countless arms that struggled to escape before dying. It seems that there are countless souls who are imprisoned in these iron chairs along with their bodies, and from time to time they can hear a deep but terrible howl coming from the chairs.

The iron chairs were hollow, each with a strange eyeball floating in the void.

These eyeballs are the size of a fist, and the surface is covered with tiny blood vessels, spreading out little by little, deep into the surrounding void, as if connected to something, consciously and constantly wriggling, drawing strength from the surroundings.

His eyes were smart, and he kept turning and looking around.

The eyes on the iron chair in the center were twice the size of the rest, apparently the leader.