Chapter 646: Retreat

Yin wind whimpered.

In the sky, black clouds were still rolling, layered on top of each other, making people feel incomparably oppressive.

The Ghost Fire Prefecture Lord had already been defeated and retreated. He did not wait for the Painted Skin Rakshasa to open the situation in the Wangchuan Xiancheng, and he himself could not hold on, retreating from the battlefield first.

And the most important factor that caused this battle result—the Underworld Flood Dragon Scissors, was currently sealed by the ice coffin, motionless, as if dead and silent.

Outside the ice coffin, the burly and tall Earth Evil Turbid Filth God had already discovered that all kinds of magic spells would be frozen by the ice coffin and turned into fuel. He could only use his fists and feet to hit the ice coffin one after another, stirring up countless cold air and frost powder.

The ice coffin was transformed by the entire Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle, although there were shocks and consumption, it was not violent. It could be seen with the naked eye that it could still support for a very long time.

As for his main body—the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord, he was still hiding in the Wangchuan tributary, recovering rapidly in his slumber.

The Earth Evil Turbid Filth God couldn't help but feel irritable: "The Underworld Flood Dragon Scissors and the main body are separated, without this fate blessing, I am afraid there will be more bad changes."

"Hmm?"

The altar suddenly changed, the blood light became stronger again, and the brilliance flowed, quite close to the quality of jade.

The Earth Evil Turbid Filth God saw this, his irritable aura suddenly calmed down a bit: "Luo Si did a good job, the blood sacrifice is about to be completed."

"He proved his strength, hmph, the other generals are afraid of taking responsibility, and are unable to take on the heavy task!"

"After this time, at least promote him three levels."

Human world.

White Paper Xiancheng battlefield.

The flowing black water gathered into mountains, supporting the entire immortal city.

Although the Yin soldier army was numerous and powerful, it had no improvement in the process of attacking the immortal city.

Xie Sichao's expression was gloomy: "Damn it! The White Paper Xiancheng City Lord's scheme is too deep, actually using the South City Gate to set a trap, implicating our army in losing too many strong people."

"Without these people, how can we break the defense and formation?"

Luo Si's expression was plain, without making a sound, just silently watching the battlefield.

The Dead-Bone Giant Spirit climbed the Black Water Mountain, and the water flow under its legs kept washing downwards, taking it down all the time. Even if it climbed to the middle of the mountain, it was specially targeted by Tie Guzheng, concentrating power to knock the giant spirit down.

The Dead-Bone Giant Spirit could not approach the city wall, relying only on those small-headed ghosts, skin-peeling ghosts flying in the sky, hooking-soul geckos that could climb, etc., all had difficulty threatening the city wall.

Bang.

With a loud noise, the White Bone Giant Crocodile hit the city wall, immediately shaking off many cultivators on the wall.

This was the White Bone Crocodile Demon taking action, driving his trump card monster pet.

On the Black Water Mountain, it was even more suitable for his monster pet, repeatedly showing strong combat power, attacking the city wall repeatedly, and was an existence that the defenders had to pay attention to.

But just him alone was absolutely not enough.

"The whole army attacks!" Luo Si suddenly ordered.

In the middle army tent, many generals cast puzzled and confused gazes.

But Luo Si had no intention of explaining.

The generals could only pinch their noses and obey orders.

So, the Yin soldier army launched a fierce attack on the White Paper Xiancheng from all directions at the same time.

The pressure on city defense increased sharply.

Tie Guzheng was not surprised but happy, secretly shouting: "The enemy is exhausted!"

He was not afraid of the enemy's full-scale fierce attack, but worried about what tricks the opponent would play. Full-scale attack, then carry out a dignified defense battle. And this was exactly what he was good at, and at the same time, the White Paper Xiancheng occupied a huge geographical advantage.

Undoubtedly, the Yin soldier army was using its own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths.

Soldiers climbed like ants, arrows were like rain, countless magic spells collided in mid-air, and a small portion fell into the military formations of both sides, causing damage.

"Quick, quick, quick, replenish armor, change talismans!" The frequency of rotation of the cultivators on the city wall accelerated several times.

They didn't stop for a moment, and there was no waiting time after rotation, only grabbing every second to recover.

Tie Guzheng kept hearing reports of personnel losses.

He had been clearly calculating in his heart, and decisively ordered the paper puppets to be sent up.

These paper puppets with intelligence were the specialty of the White Paper Xiancheng and had always been the reserve army in city defense.

The paper puppets ran on the city wall, holding talisman long weapons, cutting the Yin soldiers climbing the city parapet into pieces. More Yin soldiers stepped on the broken bones of their comrades to pile up, strangling the paper puppets, and the two sides carried out a tragic tug-of-war on the wall, just to compete for a small piece of empty space to stand.

Bone slag, broken paper, blood, etc., quickly covered the originally clean city wall.

The Yin soldier army followed one after another, the offensive was like a wave, one wave higher than the other.

The individual magic power of the defenders of the White Paper Xiancheng was almost exhausted, various paper talismans, magic tools, etc., were consumed like flowing water, the paper armor was getting thinner and thinner, and the speed of repair could no longer keep up with the rhythm of damage.

The pale city wall was being dyed black, eroded, and occupied by the dark Yin soldiers inch by inch.

Even a good general like Tie Guzheng, who had rich defense experience, couldn't help but pinch his fingers white at this moment. He had encountered such casualties for the first time.

He gritted his teeth and insisted again and again.

Finally, when he saw that a large area of the city wall was occupied by Yin soldiers, he immediately ordered: "Ask Wen Ruanyu to take action!"

In the White Paper Xiancheng, Ink Pool.

Wen Ruanyu had been awakened after being rescued and had been sitting here for a long time.

He had been waiting until his mouth was dry, and he had long been impatient, finally waiting for Tie Guzheng's order.

"Good!"

His momentum erupted, he flicked his Confucian robe, and slapped his palms hard on the pool bricks of the Ink Pool.

Rumble...

The Ink Pool shook violently, rose directly, and then was overturned by Wen Ruanyu's magic power, pouring out all the ink.

Confucian Art—The Whole Army is Ink!

The ink, under the action of Confucian art, turned into an ink dragon, broke through the dome, and flew into the sky.

It flew in mid-air, and wherever it went, it stirred up a wave of ink.

The ink wave surged, dyeing everything!

The originally snow-white city walls, pavilions, and towers were instantly splashed with a layer of dark, heavy colors that couldn't be dissolved.

The ink wave continued to roll and rushed onto the city wall.

All the Yin soldiers wherever it went were swallowed up.

The ink first wrapped them, and then quickly eroded them.

The skeletons of the Yin soldiers made a hissing burning sound. The phosphorus fire jumping in the eye sockets was like a candle in the wind, swaying crazily, quickly dimming. All kinds of ghost energy and Yin energy melted and dissipated rapidly like snow meeting the scorching sun!

Their terrifying roars turned into painful wails, and their fierce momentum turned into struggle in the ink water!

The Yin soldier army formation was in chaos, and combat power plummeted!

Tie Guzheng's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he decisively ordered: "It is now! The whole army charges! Kill—!"

The defenders, who had long been holding back their energy, erupted with earth-shattering counterattacks!

The ink water was harmless to them, but caused huge suppression to the Yin soldier army.

The defenders were like a broken bamboo, almost in the blink of an eye, they recovered the lost ground on the city wall.

Not only that, under the leadership of Yang Sanyan and a few others, the cultivators also rushed out of the White Paper Xiancheng, creating more damage.

The Yin soldier army was defeated like a mountain!

The middle army flags began to shake.

"Lord Luo Si!" Many people looked at Luo Si, wanting him to take the idea of how to counterattack.

But unexpectedly, Luo Si ordered plainly: "Retreat."

The generals were very puzzled.

Luo Si said: "The Prefecture Lord has long had an order, I lead everyone to preside over the army, the main purpose is to sacrifice for the Offering Tribulation Ceremony."

"Now, the White Paper Xiancheng has suffered heavy losses and has reached the requirements of blood sacrifice."

"They still have a lot of combat power, continuing to fight to the death at this time is extremely unwise."

"The whole army has orders, retreat!"

Luo Si explained a few words and ordered again.

The generals heard Luo Si move out the Wangchuan Prefecture Lord and dared not disobey.

It was Xie Sichao whose eyes were dark, thinking of more: "This blood sacrifice is probably not just the White Paper Xiancheng side, the losses of our army are likely also part of the sacrifice."

Of course, this guess he only dared to hover in his heart, and would not utter a word.

"The Yin army is defeated!"

"They ran, they are going to run!!"

"Kill for me!!"

The defenders of the White Paper Xiancheng saw the enemy's movements, and their morale soared.

Tie Guzheng organized a pursuit team while arranging for most of the cultivators to stay and guard the city.

The pursuit team was like a tiger out of a cage, unstoppable.

The White Paper Xiancheng City Lord's clone personally commanded, took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill, killing the Yin soldiers until they couldn't resist and suffered heavy losses.

Luo Si advanced and retreated with evidence, constantly arranging for the army to cover the rear.

Although the Yin soldier army retreated, it still maintained most of its order and did not produce a large-scale rout.

"This leading general is very capable." The White Paper City Lord clone secretly gritted her teeth.

Clearly, she could expand the results and obtain an amazing battle record once every few hundred years, but because of Luo Si, the battle record of the White Paper Xiancheng's pursuers was greatly reduced.

By the end of the pursuit, the White Paper clone saw the middle army flags.

She felt indignant in her heart, gritted her teeth, and decisively threw out the Tai-Su Scattering Form Ruler.

Spell—Tai-Su Goose Returning Wave!

The Tai-Su Scattering Form Ruler emerged with jade light.

The jade light formed a group, then exploded, and a big goose flew out.

The big goose flapped its wings and immediately flew to the high sky, flying towards the Yin soldier army.

Wherever it went, it emitted strands of light waves. Wherever the light waves covered, the Yin soldiers were all dispersed and decomposed.

The ghost generals were terrified and whispered one after another.

Luo Si looked back while riding, snorted coldly: "Really unrelenting."

"Fine."

"Since you are so aggressive, let me give you a profound lesson."

He opened his fingers and grabbed into the void.

A fishing rod appeared out of thin air, and it came with a fishing line.

Wangchuan Ferry Line, Three Lives Hanging World Hook!

The fish hook flashed a touch of spiritual light, and in a flash, it flew across the sky and hooked the big goose in the sky.

The big goose screamed in pain, its mouth was hooked, and then it was dragged over all the way.

The White Paper City Lord was shocked, hurriedly wanting to disperse the spell and let the Tai-Su Scattering Form Ruler return.

As a result, the spell was indeed cast, but there was no reaction.

The big goose's form had been locked by the Hanging World Hook and could not change.

Luo Si raised the fishing rod, stretched out his left palm, and took the opportunity to grasp the dragged big goose.

He grabbed it, ghost energy was gloomy, magic power surged wildly, various magic spells cooperated with talismans to stack up quickly, suppressing the restless and struggling big goose.

Seeing this, the morale of the generals and soldiers who had fallen suddenly recovered a lot, leading to the generation of military power.

The White Paper City Lord clone did not expect that Luo Si actually had such amazing means. She suddenly felt regret, subconsciously ordered the whole army to assault, and must take back the heavy treasure Tai-Su Scattering Form Ruler.

But Luo Si issued a military order, and Xie Sichao activated the arranged formation, setting off a large amount of Underworld Jiaohe water.

The Yin soldiers were immersed in the surging Underworld Jiaohe water, ready for battle.

This time it was their turn to occupy the geographical advantage.

The pursuers of the White Paper Xiancheng rushed and killed for a while, the results were small, but their own casualties were heavy.

"City Lord, the situation is not good, why not retreat to the city first?!" A subordinate worried, emboldened to suggest.

The White Paper clone pursed her lips tightly, staring dead at the middle army flag.

Tai-Su Scattering Form Ruler!

That was a heavy treasure left by the Profound Plain Scholar in the White Paper Xiancheng, but it was lost by her.

Even if it was one body, the White Paper clone had no face to go back and face the main body!

However, just when she still wanted to insist, the Underworld Jiaohe water had another change. Another formation of the enemy was opened, erupting with immeasurable Yin energy.

The interval between the Yin and Yang worlds was opened again.

The Yin soldier army no longer retreated, if they retreated again, they could directly retreat to the underworld.

Standing in place, reorganizing the army formation, the Yin soldier army quickly formed a momentum, like a mountain range lying in front of the pursuers.

The pursuers of the White Paper Xiancheng subconsciously gathered together.

Under the middle army flag, Luo Si spoke plainly, but the voice clearly spread to the surroundings: "White Paper City Lord, thank you for the gift on the way."

Just one sentence, it made their morale rise a lot again.

The White Paper City Lord clone was so angry that her willow eyebrows stood up, almost ordering an attack, but finally endured it.

She stared dead at the middle army flag, spitting out with difficulty: "Retreat."

The pursuers rushed out of the city with rainbow-like morale, but now they retreated slowly, looking quite sorry.

"Lord Luo Si, are we not pursuing?"

"The other side is not an army after all, we can use military tactics."

Many ghost generals were eager to move, and offered advice one after another.

Luo Si scanned them plainly: "If you want to go, go and pursue. I have to follow the Prefecture Lord's order, return to the dynasty, and assist in the defense of the altar."

Those thorny ghost generals had long died in the siege battle. Although they were the defeated side, Luo Si had established a lot of prestige in the siege battle. For a time, the ghost generals didn't speak, and all chose to follow Luo Si's order.

The paper army marched rapidly.

By the Wangchuan River, the waves were monstrous. At the end of the field of vision, an immortal city stood high on the river surface, with towers standing, shrouded in majestic water mist.

"That is the Wangchuan Xiancheng." The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao stood on the chariot, pointing to the distance, and said to Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong stared carefully, spiritual light flashing in his eyes, and said in a dilemma: "The immortal city is in the center of the river, how should our army kill in? Even approaching is incomparably difficult. This is Wangchuan."

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao smiled slightly and shook her head: "This army does not need to approach the immortal city."

Sun Lingtong: "Does Auntie have any wonderful plan?"

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao: "You just need to sneak in. My army, however, is about to rush to the Water Burial Valley immediately."

Sun Lingtong stared: "Ah?!"

He pointed to himself, and shouted in disbelief: "Aunt, Aunt, just me taking more than a dozen ox cavalry, sneaking into the enemy's base camp?"

The Buddha-Doctor Meng Yao shook her head: "It is you alone, the rest of the ox cavalry will naturally return to the team."

Sun Lingtong, even if he was bold, also sucked in a cold breath, and smiled bitterly: "Aunt, Aunt, this is not the time for joking." ===== CHAPTER 647 =====