The sky in the Yanyang Realm has completely turned into a dead gray.

Ink clouds and mists are everywhere covering the sky and blocking the sun.

Large swaths of black raindrops fell from the black fog and fell on the rocks. The rocks decayed and fell on the plants and trees. The plants and trees withered and rotted on the birds, beasts, fish and insects. Then the lives were crying with sorrow, and they were left with flesh and blood in the struggle of pain. A skeleton was left with only two skeletons. What's more, even the skeletons were preserved, leaving only a wisp of residual soul combined with spiritual energy, turning into a pure ghost, and joining the army of ghosts that never stop.

The land of Yanyang Realm has completely become a world of undead.

There were corpses and ghosts everywhere, the hideous ghosts, the erratic resentful souls, the immortal zombies, and the deep and sarcastic ghosts and monsters walking on the earth, committing murder in the daytime, and causing harm to the sky.

There are those who are cruel, eat human flesh, drink human blood, and eat people. Wherever they go, corpses are everywhere, and there is no complete corpse to die; there are those who are cruel and ruthless, who like silkworm souls, and wherever they go, they are attracted to the soul and spirit, and they die in a strange way. Although they get the whole corpse, they die without leaving their eyes open; there are those who like to eat seven emotions and six desires, either transform into humans, or rely on humans, mingle among the crowd, confuse right and wrong, confuse black and white, stir up internal struggles, inspire hatred, jealousy, fear and other emotions, and eat them all, and eat them with a feast. Although the soldiers are not blood-blade, the damage caused is no less than the former, which makes the cultivators in the human world weakly resist.

Despite this, the Yanyang cultivators still showed a strong spirit of resistance. Under the leadership of cultivators from all over the country, they combined to fight the invading ghosts to death. So burning fireworks could be seen from time to time in the sky, and ghosts burned and flames fell from the sky. The flames boiled the black rain and the black mist evaporated. Of course, one cultivator after another fell down.

Some of them died and turned into spiritual rain to nourish the land, and even after death, they had to maintain resistance. Some people, after death, their spirits were immortal and turned into ghosts to deal with their brothers, which made many people even more sad and angry.

All of this, standing on the tower of spiral flames, Yuan Tianzhong could see clearly.

In the field of vision, black smoke rose, blood swayed, burning flames, black ash and black mist in the underworld were mixed together, forming a desperate scene of the arrival of the doomsday. The crying and howling of despair broke through the sky, bringing endless sadness to people.

"Sect Master!" The young man named Xiao Wu flew back with black and ash all over his body and knelt at Yuan Tianzhong's feet: "Baishan City, Guangyao City, Lanshui City, Yingyan Mansion has fallen, and Ziyan City is being besieged by a large number of ghosts!"

Yuan Tian looked at the black sky again and responded in a loud voice: "I understand."

Xiao Wu looked up in shock: "Sect Master..."

Yuan Tianzhong said: "I know what you are wondering. However, in the war of cultivating realms, what is fighting for is not the gains and losses of a city and a place, but people. As long as people are still there... the ghost tide will eventually recede."

Xiao Wu trembled all over when he heard this: "But those civilians!"

Yuan Tianzhong sighed and shook his head: "I can't save it anymore. Let them shrink and take away as many people as they can."

"But the sect leader, giving people to the underworld is equivalent to sending troops to them. Whether it is for others or themselves, we don't..." Before Xiao Wu finished speaking, Yuan Tianzhong waved his sleeves and flew Xiao Wu out directly.

Leave civilians who are not too late to transfer to the underworld, and if they are invaded by enemies, how could he not understand this principle?

However, the strength of the new ghosts is limited after all, and what is really scary is the big ghosts hidden behind them. Only by focusing on dealing with those powerful beings can we protect the flame sun. For this reason, sacrifice is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Yuan Tianzhong sighed slowly: "This is fate!"

My eyes were blurred, as if I had seen the deliberate arrangement in the deep sea of ​​fate.

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The Hundred Ghosts Night Boat finally rushed out of the vortex and came to the ground.

After wandering in the underworld for so long, Tang Jie finally returned to the human world, but he didn't expect that it would be like this.

There are ghosts everywhere, raging mountains and rivers. Looking around, there is a terrifying fog.

This invasion of the underworld has discolored the mountains and rivers and caused the lives to suffer.

Facing this scene, Tang Jie couldn't help feeling sad and angry. But he couldn't bear it and took a long breath. Tang Jie said, "Shara!"

"Lord!" Ghost Eagle replied respectfully.

Tang Jie pointed to the ghosts running around in the fields: "Collection of all these lonely ghosts for me."

The ghost eagle hesitated and said, "I'm afraid that the hundred ghosts can't accommodate these many ghosts on the boat at night."

Tang Jie said: "No need to accommodate them, let them follow, as long as they can accept command."

Those unconscious ghosts only know how to act on instinct and cannot accept commands. However, with the psychic grass, it is still possible to force the ghosts to accept the most basic instructions, but if they form a war and exert the power of union, they will never think about it. They are purely a bunch of cannon fodder.

Even so, controlling many ghosts still consumes a lot of energy. Compared with real elite ghosts, it is a matter that is not worth the effort. However, some things cannot be measured simply by profit. If ghosts are allowed to run rampant, it will inevitably bring a lot of disasters to the surrounding cities. Although disasters are inevitable, Tang Jie always keeps as many people as possible.

Containing ghosts so that they do not run around can also reduce disasters, give humans more reaction time, and also increase the capital to fight against other ghost ships.

For this reason, Tang Jie issued this order without hesitation.

After giving the order, Tang Jie simply handed over the Hundred Ghosts' Night Boat to Sha Luo for command, and he left the ghost ship and flew to a human city in the distance.

From a distance, you can see the sky above the city with black smoke, and the shouts of killing sounds shook the sky.

When they flew closer, Tang Jie saw a large number of human soldiers fighting against the attacking ghosts above the city walls led by some cultivators.

Although those ghosts are the lowest level of ghosts in the underworld, they act ignorantly by instinct. The soldiers on the city are not much better. Most of them have not even seen a few cultivators. They have to face these many ghosts all at once, and they have been scared to tremble.

Ghosts all over the mountains swept over like this. If there weren’t some cultivators casting spells and boosting morale, I would have been afraid that the soldiers would have dispersed a lot.

However, facing the endless tide of ghosts, this city may not last long.

When Tang Jie arrived, he saw a hungry ghost standing in front of him. This was obviously a general-level hungry ghost. He opened his mouth towards the city wall in front of him, and a vortex with strong suction had generated itself. Then he saw dozens of soldiers being swept into the air by the tide, swirling in the air, and wailing towards the hungry ghost. The hungry ghost was filled with a big mouth, and dozens of soldiers had fallen into his mouth at the same time. Its body was only about the same as an ordinary adult, but at this moment he swallowed dozens of people in one bite, and he could not see any body getting bigger, which was extremely strange.

The hungry ghost devoured dozens of people at once, but was still not satisfied. The hungry ghost never knew how to fill it, and kept swallowing it until death was their fate. At this moment, the hungry ghost opened his mouth again, and another whirlpool of wind arose.

But just as he was about to capture people again, a figure rushed over and threw something at Feng Xuan: "Let's eat this."

I saw the thing flying straight into the hungry ghost's mouth along the wind vortex. The hungry ghost had always eaten everything, but he didn't even look at it, and opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The next moment, a surging flame had spurted out of its mouth, and the ghost wailed in pain and was soon burned to ashes, but none of the people who had been swallowed by him had existed, and they didn't know where they went.

"Senior Brother Li is so good!" A burst of cheers broke out from the crowd.

"It's just a drop in the bucket." The man who destroyed the hungry ghost wiped his forehead with sweat. Although the hungry ghost was destroyed by him, he also paid the price of a fire thunder bead. It is not easy to refine the fire thunder bead, but the ghosts here are endless. If this continues, this city will eventually be unable to be defended. With this thought, the elder brother also showed despair.

I looked at the distance from the city again, and there were a total of six ghost ships in my sight.

After a series of fierce battles, the man already knew that those ghost ships were the core of the ghost tide. Compared with the ghost ship, although there were many ghosts all over the mountains, they were ignorant dead objects and were of low strength. Even ordinary soldiers could deal with them. As long as they were given enough attacks, they could always be killed. However, the soldiers on the ghost ship were completely different. He even saw with his own eyes that a ghost soldier who was originally in the mountains and fields immediately soared after getting on the ghost ship.

It can be seen that these ghost ships have quite strange abilities that can form battle formations and convert quantity into mass.

They are like generals in the army. As long as the generals are still there, the army of ghost tide will not be destroyed.

He also tried to lure the enemy into depth, and when the enemy approached, it launched a sudden raid. However, the ghost ships were extremely cunning. They only used those ordinary ghosts as cannon fodder, constantly attacking and consuming human power. He was waiting for the best opportunity in a leisurely manner, but he refused to be fooled. In desperation, he led a group of brothers to launch a raid. Unexpectedly, he failed to attack the opponent, but instead killed several brothers in battle. Even the master died in battle to protect them and retreated, turning into a blue-faced ghost and joining the army of the underworld.

"Senior Brother Li, those ghosts are still coming. If we continue like this, we will really not be able to hold on. Let's retreat!" A man with a sword rushed over and said.

Senior Brother Li said, "How have the people retreated?"

The man with sword shook his head slightly: "There are still 100,000 people, I'm afraid there is no time to withdraw."

The speed of ordinary people cannot be compared with that of cultivators. No matter how hard they work, they cannot evacuate everyone.

When he heard that there were still 100,000 people in the city, Senior Brother Li also showed despair in his eyes: "Are you unable to save everyone in the end?"

"Senior Brother, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!" Another junior brother of the same sect shouted to Senior Brother Li.

It was faintly seen from afar that there was another ghost boat coming, with a very large momentum. In front of the ghost boat, there was a big ghost with green fangs, wings on the back, and steel forks in hand, emitting a fork that was forcing people to come here.

It is clear that another powerful enemy is coming.

Someone with knowledge even shouted: "It's Yasha! Feitian Yasha, Yasha is here too!"

When everyone heard the name of Yasha, they were desperate.

The ferociousness of the flying yaksha in the underworld is spread even in the human world.

In despair, he saw the yaksha stopping in the air and whispering loudly in human language: "This city will belong to my Moro from now on, and all the other ghost ships will be pushed open, otherwise I will not blame you for being polite."
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