Chapter 649

"Ritual Military Camp?" Qing Chi, receiving Unlike Ning Zhuo's reminder, suddenly had her eyes light up and took out a paper model from her storage belt.

It lay in Qing Chi's palm, smaller than a young girl's palm, exquisite and delicate like a child's toy.

The entire military camp was folded, cut, and pasted from a strange pale-white talisman paper. The window lattices, camp gates, towers, and even the miniature altar on the central square were clearly visible. The details were exquisite to the point of being amazing, and it also emitted an aura mixed with incense ash and cold tomb soil.

It was exactly the Ritual Military Camp.

This was a major military weapon with a high cost.

Qing Chi and Unlike Ning Zhuo naturally could not build it, nor did they have the capital to build it. This was lent to them by the current City Lord of White Paper Xiancheng.

In building an army, there was a link called military weapons.

A large number of military weapons were needed to complete the most basic army building.

The City Lord of White Paper Xiancheng took the initiative to lend the Qingjiao Army a large number of military weapons, not only the Ritual Military Camp, but also bone-blade battle flags, crescent moon broadswords, space-splitting long spears, and black-blood paper horses.

There was only one Ritual Military Camp.

Immediately, Qing Chi injected magic power and military strength into the military camp in her hand.

Qing Chi's total magic power was difficult to drive this military weapon, but the Qingjiao Army now possessed abundant military strength.

A large amount of military strength was drawn in an instant and swallowed up by the Ritual Military Camp.

The paper military camp flew into mid-air and hovered motionless.

The next moment, countless fine runes appeared, moved, and intertwined on the surface of the paper military camp.

The radiance of the runes became more and more prosperous.

The paper military camp also began to swell in the wind.

The folded paper walls unfolded, hardened, and rose like flowers in full bloom! In an instant, towering dark blue stone walls engraved with strict ghost runes and beast-head totems stood majestically! The battlements on the walls were like interlocking dog teeth.

Towers, barracks, stables, drill grounds... all structures turned from virtual to real in the flow of runes, transforming from paper pieces into cold rocks and nether iron wood!

In the center of the military camp, the miniature altar that was most conspicuous in the model had now turned into a white bone altar one zhang square with nine levels of stairs! The top of the altar was flat, engraved with a huge, complex array, emitting a mysterious aura that induced and communicated with the will of ghosts and gods.

The appearance of the military camp triggered a burst of exclamations.

Everyone in the Qingjiao Army was amazed, but the mounts were motionless; after all, the military weapon, the black-blood paper horse, was very stable and reliable.

Unlike Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi, however, had calm expressions.

Both of them had privately contacted and understood all the military weapons before. This Ritual Military Camp was naturally no exception.

"Enter the camp! Ascend the altar!" Qing Chi gave an order, and the Qingjiao Army quickly and orderly poured into this suddenly appearing shelter, finally lining up solemnly below the altar.

Qing Chi was in front, and Unlike Ning Zhuo was in a position slightly behind her side, ascending the altar at the same time.

Qing Chi injected military strength to start this altar.

Unlike Ning Zhuo took out a large number of blue-purple talisman coins and threw them into the center of the array.

The array began to operate, lighting up a gray light. The gray light formed a light wave, suddenly spreading in all directions. The speed of spreading was extremely fast, almost instantly spreading to the horizon, and then disappearing at the end of the field of vision.

Qing Chi began to pray:

"Use bones as firewood, use souls as guides!"

"The venerable gods who hold the netherworld and have boundless power are above!"

"Today, I offer thirty thousand talisman coins, begging the venerable gods for mercy, bestowing divine power, so that we can soar between the heavens and the earth!"

"Whatever is responded to, the Qingjiao Army will surely remember the divine grace and offer three times the talisman coins after the war!"

Qing Chi's prayer triggered ripples in space.

Hum!

A will as heavy as a mountain and as rotten as a ten-thousand-year-old ancient tomb suddenly descended!

The void above the altar twisted, vaguely manifesting a phantom of a huge skeleton giant god sitting on a skeleton throne, wearing a crown of thorns.

Skeleton Mountain God!

His cold gaze overlooked the military camp, swept across the thirty thousand blue-purple talisman coins on the altar, as if looking at a pile of useless garbage.

The next moment, the phantom of the god let out a dull, cold snort like thunder, carrying thick disdain, and dissipated instantly!

Three breaths later.

Swish swish...

A sound of water rang in everyone's ears, as if it were a dark current in an underground karst cave.

Immediately, another will arrived.

Above the altar, countless phantoms of flowing water appeared, among which a conch was faintly visible.

The natural patterns on the conch shell formed a huge eye.

The eye turned, indifferently examining the sacrifices. The ghost fire on the altar was pulled by an invisible force until it was almost deformed.

The sound of water in everyone's ears increased a lot.

Unlike Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "He seems to be communicating?"

But Qing Chi, as a general of an army, was completely ignorant.

After a few breaths of time, the giant eye on the conch shell revealed obvious disappointment and weariness, and the divine will retreated.

The phantoms of the conch and the dark current in mid-air seemed to drift away with the wind.

Jingle bell...

The third god noticed this place.

On the altar, a series of fine sounds like ice crystals colliding rang out.

Subsequently, countless broken mirror surfaces floated in mid-air, and a voice with endless echoes rang in the hearts of everyone in the entire army: "Ants..."

"Merely these sacrifices..."

"Increase the amount..."

"Sacrifice yourselves..."

Unlike Ning Zhuo's expression changed, and he transmitted his voice with spiritual sense: "Qing Chi."

Qing Chi nodded and hurriedly manipulated the array to block this divine thought.

There are many gods in this world. Some are righteous gods, such as the Heavenly God Qi, and some are evil gods, such as the Wandering God.

Whether it is a righteous god or an evil god, a good god or an evil god, one can deal with them.

But the Broken Mirror Strange Mother just now was not.

She is a god of the Strange Dao!

Perhaps a contract had been signed the moment before, and she would turn her face and deny it the next moment.

The terrible point is that her turning her face is not based on interests or some purpose, but just a characteristic of the Strange Dao itself that cannot be understood.

After three consecutive failures, Qing Chi turned slightly, glanced at Unlike Ning Zhuo, and transmitted her voice with spiritual sense, communicating secretly: "Should we add more sacrifices?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo immediately shook his head: "I have studied many gods in the underworld."

"Sacrificing to invite gods does not just depend on the number of sacrifices, but also on the person presiding over the sacrifice."

"I have already participated in this sacrifice, and my life pattern alone is enough to attract many ghosts and gods."

"Cannot add too many sacrifices!"

"Otherwise, we will attract ghosts and gods with excessively powerful strength. These ghosts and gods project divine power through the altar, which we cannot bear. Once they have any bad intentions, we will be living sacrifices."

"Our goal is the Night Wandering God."

"There are many such small gods; wait a little longer, and there should be a response, don't worry."

Qing Chi nodded: "Little Ma, I listen to you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a reaction on the altar.

Woo—!

The sound of wind came.

A tall, flickering figure appeared. He was wearing a huge cloak. The shadow under the hood was bottomless, with only two jumping, needle-sized pale phosphorus fires acting as eyes. His limbs were extremely slender, shrouded in sleeves and trouser legs, moving silently, like a huge, living paper kite silhouette.

It was exactly a Night Wandering God!

He hovered above the altar, and those two pale phosphorus fire "eyes" swept across the military camp, finally settling on the thirty thousand blue-purple talisman coins.

"What you seek... walking in the void?"

Qing Chi nodded and prayed again, expressing respect.

"This wish... is very small... very small..." The Night Wandering God indicated it was a small matter.

Qing Chi turned to look at Unlike Ning Zhuo, who nodded slightly at her.

Soon, the divine contract was reached in the dark.

Qing Chi completely opened the array, forming a stable channel.

The Night Wandering God's cloak moved slightly, and he stretched out a hand shrouded in wide sleeves.

His hand was withered, pale, and his nails were long like bird claws, with fine yin wind lingering on his fingertips.

He pointed at all the soldiers in the army.

The next moment, the entire Qingjiao Army floated into the sky involuntarily, three feet off the ground.

After completing this step, the Night Wandering God withdrew his palm and waved his sleeves.

The thirty thousand blue-purple talisman coins on the altar disappeared instantly.

"Success!" Qing Chi let out a turbid breath, and there were fine sweat stains on her forehead.

Unlike Ning Zhuo pondered intently: "Mother said my life pattern is special; now it seems, it is indeed so!"

"Just a mere thirty thousand talisman coins should not have attracted so much widespread attention."

"The first three underworld gods were extremely powerful. The Skeleton Mountain God is one of the powerful gods in the underworld, and his divine name is far-reaching. That conch-shaped god is very mysterious; I don't know his divine name, but just looking at the phantom, I know he is extremely difficult to deal with."

"Not to mention the third one, the Broken Mirror Strange Mother, a god of the Strange Dao; I'm afraid that if the first two faced her, they would choose to keep their distance."

"Even the last one, the Night Wandering God, is not ordinary."

"Looking at his power, he clearly possesses powerful combat strength; I'm afraid he is not far from the realm of having a unique divine name."

Unlike Ning Zhuo collected his thoughts and went down the altar with Qing Chi.

The sacrifice was successful, and the divine art released by the Night Wandering God took care of

the entire Qingjiao Army.

After Qing Chi, Unlike Ning Zhuo, and others studied it, they found that this divine art could indeed allow them to hover in the sky and temporarily possess the ability to fly.

The divine art was not lasting, but the time was enough for the consumption of a fierce battle.

"If it doesn't work, we can still use the Ritual Military Camp, station at the front line, and continue to ask the gods for help." Qing Chi was very optimistic.

The Ritual Military Camp could be retracted and deployed, and the speed was very fast, with very little time spent on retracting and deploying. This was a huge advantage.

Qing Chi and Unlike Ning Zhuo had long considered this usage scenario: on the battlefield, if the situation was not right, they could directly throw out this military camp to obtain defensive capabilities and also win time for breathing and healing.

Unlike Ning Zhuo pondered: "Although everyone can fly, combat capability is another matter."

"Sharpening the spear before the battle, even if it's not sharp, it will shine."

"Let everyone practice first, otherwise flying into the sky is purely sending them to death!"

This opinion immediately aroused Qing Yan's approval.

Although Qing Chi was the commander, she was almost obedient to Unlike Ning Zhuo, so she immediately practiced the army on the spot.

Unlike Ning Zhuo and Jiao Ma's father, Qing Yan, served as instructors.

Both of the latter were Golden Core cultivators; at this level, flying combat is a compulsory course for combat and also a combat routine.

Both of them had deep experience in this and had old-fashioned methods.

Unlike Ning Zhuo's performance made everyone feel amazed.

He also had great insight and attainments in flying combat.

Qing Chi: "Little Ma, how do you still have this trick? Why didn't I know before?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo's solid foundation for flying combat was laid in Fire Persimmon Xiancheng.

The Cangtie Han Armor possessed a cultivator's Golden Core, allowing Unlike Ning Zhuo to also possess the combat capability of a Golden Core cultivator.

After the Great War of the Two Note Kingdoms, Unlike Ning Zhuo absorbed nutrition from the great war and actively modified the Cangtie Han Armor, which made this mechanical battle armor possess even more powerful flying combat capabilities.

Unlike Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong each had one, and the two had even competed in the depths of the clouds.

"Qing Chi, use the troop type." Unlike Ning Zhuo decisively proposed.

Qing Yan hesitated: "Use the troop type now? To let the whole army quickly acquire experience, I'm afraid the troop type will not be able to be used again for a period of time."

The Qingjiao Army was a real cultivation army that had successfully built an army and possessed a troop type.

The troop type was a major trump card.

If it was taken out and used now, there would be no way to count on it in the next fierce battle of life and death.

Unlike Ning Zhuo insisted on this.

Jiao Ma's father and the Jiao family naturally listened to Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Qing Chi also stood on Unlike Ning Zhuo's side.

Qing Yan sighed deeply and could only follow the crowd.

Qing Chi said nothing and invested a large amount of military strength into the troop type in her dantian.

Unlike Ning Zhuo, Qing Yan, and Jiao Ma's father personally went down to give instructions, and the Qingjiao Army practiced for a moment, and the whole army made rapid progress.

This was all thanks to the troop type.

When the troop type is cultivated to a certain stage, it can bestow some military tactics on the Qingjiao Army. At the same time, it can also allow the soldiers' combat experience to be shared.

Relying on this power, the Qingjiao Army achieved a basic quick success in air combat capability.

Retracting the Ritual Military Camp, the entire Qingjiao Army soared upward.

Each of them was wrapped in yin wind, rushing straight into the clouds, and quickly penetrated deep into the black clouds.

"A troop is approaching!"

"What banner are they flying?"

"No banner is shown, violating the warning, they are enemies, not friends!"

The approach of the Qingjiao Army immediately aroused the vigilance of the defenders deep in the black clouds.

The defenders had suffered heavy losses after being fought in turns by the Sorrowful Bone Lady, the Soundless Ghost Monk, Yin Jiuzhu, and others, and were actively resting.

The Qingjiao Army killed them, interrupting their recovery.

"Although the army is not strong, it is hard to guarantee that it is not some kind of cover, hiding some strong people..."

"Open the array, focus on defense, and block this batch of enemies."

"Be careful at all times, strictly guard and be on alert!"

The defenders quickly investigated the Qingjiao Army and found that the latter's strength was not strong, so they became very vigilant and conservative.

They had successively experienced the surprise attacks of three strong people, each of whom had rushed directly to the center and engaged in a life-and-death struggle with Lord Wangchuan on the altar.

Even if the defenders were outside, they were also presiding over the array, and as a result, they suffered from the aftermath of the battle and had already suffered heavy losses.

They had just learned many of these bloody lessons, and now seeing a weak troop taking the initiative to attack, what they thought in their hearts was: too strange! There is a trick! It must be a cover, a strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west!

"Charge, charge, charge!" Qing Chi flew into the sky. The strong wind hit her face, making her fighting spirit high.

Unlike Ning Zhuo had a grave expression: "Slow down, slow down, the enemy will definitely take the opportunity to attack. After all, our army has just mastered the air combat capability, this is a dangerous journey!"

He raised his vigilance to the highest level in his heart. Thinking from another perspective, if he were a defender, he would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity to attack.

Attacking halfway across is the essence of military strategy!

However, until the Qingjiao Army entered the black clouds, there was no attack at all.

The defenders fully urged the array, setting off rolling black clouds to form a huge barrier. They adopted an extremely conservative tactic, fearing that they would be calculated by strong enemies in the dark.

This weak troop is too strange!

The safest way is to keep them out of the formation.