Chapter 634: Yin Soldiers Attack the City

The altar for the Heavenly Ghost Incarnation Offering Tribulation Rite was not on the land of the Underworld.

It was like a forgotten giant beast's residual tooth, hanging alone in the firmament, deep within the dark clouds.

Cold, swirling winds wrapped around the altar, and the dark clouds were shredded by the swirling winds, with only sporadic, fine soul dust falling onto the altar.

The altar itself was built by splicing together some kind of huge, pale, cracked giant skeleton, with tiny bone chips constantly peeling off the edges, then completely worn away in the swirling winds.

"So, at the final juncture, am I the only one left?" The Forget-River Prefect, dressed in a black robe, stood at the edge of the altar.

The fierce wind outlined his withered and thin figure even more ruggedly, and the wide sleeves clung to his arms, showing an almost inhumanly sharp outline.

Immediately, the distraction in his eyes dissipated, and he revealed a sharp glint as he focused.

The Forget-River Underworld he had painstakingly managed for many years, when it really reached the final juncture, the elite soldiers and generals under his command, and many magic treasure trump cards, were forced to be taken out to deal with the difficulties of various forces.

Only five truly powerful generals remained, all arranged outside the altar's swirling winds, in the formation deep within the dark clouds.

In addition to the five Soul Transformation-level ghost cultivators, there were more than 30,000 forbidden troops of the Forget-River Underworld.

But the Forget-River Prefect knew very well in his heart that his strength had been weakened by at least 60%.

There was no way.

The enemy was attacking the entire Forget-River Underworld, and he had to take action.

The Underworld was his wings and also his shackles. As a Prefect, bearing the King's Order, he had to share the fate of the country, losing and prospering together.

If he let it go, he would lose the hearts of the people, and the Forget-River Prefect would suffer backlash, and his luck would plummet.

Only by trying his best to preserve the Underworld forces was the royal way.

"I have been involved in so much strength, looking at it from the other side, I used these to offset the attacks of many enemies."

"Painstaking management is still very effective."

"Nearly a hundred years of planning, success or failure depends on this one move."

"Report————!"

The subordinate's voice, even across the swirling winds, could be transmitted through the formation.

The Forget-River Prefect sneered and responded: "Is there any more bad news?"

During this period, he had heard too much bad news, and his will had been greatly tempered.

But unexpectedly, this bad news was also good news.

Some enemy destroyed the dam, causing a section of the Forget-River to burst, but the gushing floodwater took a turn by mistake, and just happened to flow through the 30,000 acres of fire grain fields.

This time, not only did the flood extinguish the fire, but the water of the Forget-River also irrigated the fertile land, making it more fertile.

It could be considered a blessing in disguise.

The Forget-River Prefect's heart moved, and a look of realization flashed across his face: "The only things blocking my Dao path this time are human disasters, not natural disasters or earthly tribulations."

"In fact, I opened the Heavenly Ghost Incarnation Offering Tribulation Rite, sacrificed to the Underworld Heavens, and thus received Heavenly favor. I am the master of the Forget-River Underworld, and I have long had the advantage of the land."

"So, this is Heaven and Earth's favor, letting me have a blessing in disguise, letting the two human disasters offset each other."

The Forget-River Prefect felt a little relieved, but he did not relax at all, secretly warning himself: "Even so, the luck of Heaven and Earth is also being lost in large amounts, which is not conducive to my thorough refining of the Heavenly Ghost Skull next."

"Cannot delay any longer."

The Forget-River Prefect made a decisive decision and officially started the last link.

He climbed onto the altar, his body as straight as a spear. He looked up at the Heavenly Ghost Skull floating in the air above the altar and chanted loudly: "Brilliant Heavens! Dark Earth! Forget-River Mysterious Master, prostrate and report————"

"Bearing the Heavens and hanging the image, the Forget-River is inverted as my crown; carrying the Earth and loading virtue, ten thousand skeletons are coiled as my foundation! The firmament grants me authority, driving souls and capturing spirits, ruling the netherworld; the thick earth carries me with mysterious skeletons, building cities and standing towers, setting the tripod in the Forget-River! Heavenly favor is vast, turning tribulation waves into sharpening; Earthly virtue is deep, taking disasters as fertile sources! Now offering utmost sincerity, feeling the infinite!"

"Now gathering residual souls as lamps, burning soul flames as torches! Condensing ten thousand years of loneliness into blades, turning billions of

trillions of lingering hatreds into edges! Whoever blocks my path———even if the tribulation fire comes again, and the karmic obstacles gather again, I will split their abyss and burn their roots! In the name of my Forget-River, with my eternal and unwavering will———I swear to take this bone into my palm and melt it into my body!"

"Heaven and Earth bear witness! This heart and this will, Nine-Nether can testify!"

Accompanied by his constant chanting, the final stage of the Offering Tribulation Rite was shockingly opened.

For a time, the fierce winds rolled, and the dark clouds churned, as if thousands of dragons and pythons were passing through them endlessly.

The power of the Heavens gradually manifested on the altar, and the Heavenly Ghost Skull began its final refining.

The Forget-River Prefect gradually felt resistance, and the speed of chanting the sacrificial text became slower and slower, each word as heavy as a thousand jun.

He knew the reason: "It is because my sacrifice is insufficient, and the power of the Heavens I have gathered is not enough."

"It depends on the battle of White-Paper Xiancheng."

He had long planned for this.

The Yang Realm.

White-Paper Xiancheng.

The dark clouds pressed down like an iron curtain, and under the dim light, the terrifying army formation of the Yin soldiers had been displayed, surrounding White-Paper Xiancheng on all sides!

As far as the eye could see, a massive amount of Yin soldiers and ghosts almost filled the entire field of vision.

In front of every city gate, there was a group formation.

In the front row was the skeleton army formation. Neat, forest-like withered bone soldiers, dense and countless. Their hollow eye sockets burned with ghostly green soul fire, and their decaying bone palms gripped rusted, resentment-wrapped giant bone blades or broken bone shields.

On the two wings of the skeleton army formation, there was a viscous "water ghost tide" flowing and wriggling. Countless bloated and rotten drowned ghosts, covered in water algae and sludge, gathered together, and the water vapor they brought with them merged to form a river on the ground.

They floated and sank in the river water, ready to go.

Above the army formation, a large number of skin-peeling ghosts flew in the Yin wind. They draped the skin they had peeled off behind them. The skin caught the wind like a kite, or like a parachute, blowing them to swim in the air.

Don't look at their slow speed at this time; once they fight, their speed is extremely fast, and they can bring out ear-piercing sonic booms. They can repeatedly dive and climb in the low air. In the previous ghost tides, it was this kind of ghost that caused the most damage to the cultivators on the city wall.

And behind the skeleton army formation were teams of headless ghost cavalry, tall and wearing charred black armor.

They and the skeleton warhorses under them were all burning with sickly green ghost fire. Especially the flames on their necks outlined the vague shape of a human skull.

The ghost fire licked the charred bones and armor, occasionally making a "crackle" burning sound, steaming up black smoke that distorted the line of sight. Just looking at their momentum, one knew the horror of their strength; no one in White-Paper Xiancheng wanted to see them charging wantonly in the city.

In every army formation, there was a Soul Transformation-level ghost cultivator guarding, and there were many Golden Core-level ghost generals under their command.

Luo Si had already arrived in the Yang Realm to preside over the overall situation.

Vanguard General, Flying Spear Ghost General, White-Bone Crocodile Demon, Ning Ning Xie Sichao... even Sun Sun Lingtong was mixed in among them.

Outside the four major army formations corresponding to each city gate, the space between them was filled with a massive amount of ghosts.

These ghosts were of many kinds, all of which were the results of the Yin soldier army intentionally collecting previous ghost tides and constantly hoarding them.

Big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, ghost mothers, hanging ghosts, drowned ghosts, lantern ghosts, soul-hooking geckos, ghost yakshas...

Among them, the most eye-catching was the Dead-Bone Giant Spirit.

This was a giant monster formed by countless black and dark gray skeletons interwoven and spliced together. Every bone of theirs was quite thick, thick, and vicissitudinous, having gone through the erosion of Yin Qi and time. The tall city wall was not even as high as their necks.

In the ghost tide, their combat power could reach the Soul Transformation level.

Now the army is attacking the city, not a ghost tide, but the combat power of these Dead-Bone Giant Spirits is still not to be underestimated, approaching Soul Transformation!

On the city wall of White-Paper Xiancheng, countless city guards, black-swamp cultivators recruited with heavy money, and cultivator teams from several super forces all had solemn faces.

City Guard Commander Tie Tie Tie Guozheng was undoubtedly the core figure of the defensive battle.

Myriad Phenomena Sect's Yang Yang Sanyan, All-Book Building's Zhou Zhou Wenyan, and Soul-Devouring Sect's Bone-Tomb Daoist each led a cultivator team, distributed on the other three sections of the city wall.

And inside the city, the City Lord's paper person clone and Wen Wen Ruanyu mainly held the formation.

In the deepest City Lord's Mansion, it was naturally the main body of White-Paper Xiancheng.

Undoubtedly, just from the military momentum, whether it was the scale of cultivators or high-level combat, the White-Paper Xiancheng side was far inferior to the Underworld army. The gap between the two sides was quite obvious.

The White-Paper City Lord had previously asked for help, and did not break the routine; the cultivators who came to help were all Golden Core level, not reaching Soul Transformation.

Even Yang Yang Sanyan, even with Soul Transformation-level combat power, was only at the Golden Core cultivation base.

What the White-Paper City Lord relied on was naturally White-Paper Xiancheng!

Owning an immortal city was a huge geographical advantage that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Can the gap in military momentum erase the geographical advantage? The answer to this question is likely the result of this siege battle.

Commander Luo Si was silent, just waving the command flag in his hand.

The command flag pointed directly at the city gate ahead.

So the next moment, the battle flags in the army waved, the war drums beat, stimulating the massive amount of ghosts to go crazy, rushing toward the city wall of White-Paper Xiancheng.

Big-headed ghosts blew Yin winds, small-headed ghosts, ghost yakshas, ghost bats, etc., rushed to the wall.

Ghost mothers lay on the ground, constantly producing ghosts.

Hanging ghosts and soul-hooking geckos climbed the city wall.

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng immediately mobilized the city defense order, making the White-Paper city wall emit radiance, burning

all ghosts that came into contact, immediately burning countless to death.

The cultivators on the city wall also began to take action in batches according to the military order.

Various magic tools and spells were fired, killing ghosts one after another on the way.

Luo Si and other generals sat steadily on the skeleton ghost horses, Ning Ning Xie Sichao stroked his beard, his eyes constantly scanning the city defense.

Military intelligence was successively delivered to the hands of Luo Si and other generals.

After about half a cup of tea of fierce attack, Luo Si gave a hmm, and issued the second military order.

So, the war drums stopped, the military horns sounded, and the ghosts heard the sound, most of them began to retreat, leaving only a small part still immersed in the battle, and finally annihilated by the city defense force.

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng spat out a turbid breath, no longer so nervous.

The enemy's first wave of probing ended, and under his command, White-Paper Xiancheng defended well, without revealing any flaws, and the performance could be called perfect.

Luo Si's heart flashed with Tie Tie Tie Guozheng's intelligence, and he also recognized in his heart: "Indeed a general who is good at defense."

The Yin soldier army had been planning for a long time, and White-Paper Xiancheng had also been prepared for a long time.

The first wave of attack tide, White-Paper Xiancheng perfectly received it, whether it was the four-sided city wall defense line or the command system, it operated well, so that Luo Si could not find an opportunity.

If there is no opportunity, then create an opportunity!

Since the ghost tide did not probe it out, then use the main force army.

Luo Si decisively issued a new military order.

The gray-white, eerie skeleton army formation walked with heavy and neat steps, approaching step by step. Every time the white bone soles stepped on the ground, the ear-piercing crunch of thousands of joints rubbing was very grinding to the mind.

The cultivators on the city wall began to attack for the first time.

However, these offensives fell into the skeleton army formation, but the effect was not good. Clearly, these gray-white bones looked very fragile and broken, but they were more resistant to beating than most ghosts.

"This is a regular army!"

"There is a lot of training and cultivation on weekdays."

"Before this army set off, I don't know how many military tactics had been blessed."

The Yang Realm cultivators felt awe in their hearts, and attacked even more fiercely.

But soon, they were called to stop by Tie Tie Tie Guozheng.

"Do not love to fight, quickly go back to rest, adjust your breath, and do your best to restore magic power!" Tie Tie Tie Guozheng's voice echoed on the city wall.

The cultivators suddenly realized, thinking of the care before the battle, and turned to walk down the city wall, changing to other cultivators to go up.

However, many people, before leaving, still gave the skeleton army formation under the city wall an attack.

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng saw this scene, feeling helpless, and couldn't help but think of the Qing Jiao Army, thinking of their strict prohibition in the three major military systems.

"We are not a cultivation army after all."

"This is a manifestation of insufficient training."

Originally, the city guards might have been able to do this, but now in the city defense force, too many people were mixed in.

Being able to do this level was already Tie Tie Tie Guozheng's ability limit.

"After all, I am good at defensive battles, not training soldiers."

"Sigh, if I had a military type, then doing anything would be very convenient!"

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng secretly envied Qing Chi very much.

After the first batch of cultivators went down the city wall, they came to the temporary barracks, immediately received the assistance of potions and magic formations, and quickly healed and recovered magic power.

The second batch of cultivators went up the city wall, immediately urged their respective offensives, and still did not have much good effect.

The skeleton army formation seemed to have been peeled off a layer of skin, the main body walked to the city wall, and began to climb on the comrades one by one, building a human ladder!

This was not a simple climb.

Crunch, crunch...

The bones were constantly dismantled and spliced, tightly built together, the bone base at the bottom expanded larger and larger, and the chassis was very stable.

And the bone bridge above was also being built rapidly.

The cultivators saw the human ladder approaching rapidly, and their faces changed, trying hard to attack, but they didn't see any good effect.

Boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly, a giant fireball exploded at the foot of the wall.

In the violent explosion, a bone bridge human ladder collapsed directly.

The cultivators who saw this scene were refreshed; this was the greatest achievement since the confrontation.

Many people's eyes moved to the cultivator who took action, and found that it was a yellow-faced youth.

It was Jiao Ma (Unlike Ning Zhuo)!

Tie Tie Tie Guozheng also knew Unlike Ning Zhuo's identity, and was not surprised by this.

Unlike Ning Zhuo continued to take action, the five-element spells were cast in turn, combined with the blessing of the five internal organs, and without consuming the military power of the Qing Jiao Army, he still cleared the nearby enemy army. ===== CHAPTER 635 =====