Chapter 654

"Luo Si is crazy, he is crazy!"

"Attack together!"

"Kill this traitor!"

Ning Ning Xie Sichao, the Bone Crocodile Demon, and other powerful existences roared one after another, besieging Luo Si.

Although Luo Si received the guidance of the Old Man of Gray Bones and made steady progress in the Underworld of the River of Oblivion, climbing higher and higher, he was an outsider after all, and the time was too short for him to be trusted.

This time, being appointed as the commander of the army attacking the White Paper Xiancheng was just because other high-level elders didn't want to take responsibility themselves and pushed this hot potato onto him.

In essence, he was still an outsider.

Lacking time, lacking opportunity, and even more lacking the connections to truly integrate into the system of the Underworld of the River of Oblivion.

Even Luo Si himself, because of the Old Man of Gray Bones' guidance (telling him he would meet his destined master), was subconsciously keeping his distance from the Underworld of the River of Oblivion.

However, Luo Si was at the Nascent Soul level, and being able to be appointed as the commander of an army, his personal combat power was naturally recognized by the top level, including the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

He easily blocked the siege of the crowd and then broke away, his body like a rainbow of light, quickly killing his way to Venerable Cold Mist.

"Let me handle this!"

"You two go first."

Unlike Ning Zhuo and Qing Yan looked at each other, turned their heads, left the battle circle, and quickly reunited with the Green Scorched Army.

Ning Ning Xie Sichao, the Bone Crocodile Demon, and others saw the Green Scorched Army's offensive like a tiger, and hurriedly gave up chasing Luo Si, rushing to preside over the army.

However, the composition of Luo Si's army did not just include cultivators.

There were also a large number of ghosts!

Woo woo woo...

Amidst the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, the Big-Headed Ghost, Small-Headed Ghost, Ghost Mother, Drowning Ghost, Hanged Ghost, Skinning Ghost, and others became the source of the turmoil, one after another turning their hands against their friendly forces!

The vast majority of these ghosts lacked intelligence and held the highest military orders, executing them strictly.

The Green Scorched Army was too small in number; attacking Luo Si's troops was like mice attacking an elephant. The latter's size was too large, and it was unrealistic to completely crush them.

But under Luo Si's order, this elephant started a tragic internal fight itself, collapsing from the inside.

Ning Ning Xie Sichao and others tried hard to maintain it, but with little effect.

"The battle situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse; relying on ourselves to save ourselves is no longer possible."

"We can only wait for the Forbidden Army's rescue!"

However, when they were looking forward to external forces, the Forbidden Army was also unable to take care of themselves.

The reason lay with the Hundred Ghost Mother.

This long-time cultivator had a deep foundation and was good at enslaving ghosts. She had carefully selected and cultivated hundreds of powerful ghosts with outstanding combat power, hence she was known as the Hundred Ghost Mother.

With her death, the hundreds of powerful ghosts she raised lost their restraints, gained complete freedom, and immediately began to act.

Some ran away, some stood in place looking around, and some, harboring hatred and resentment, dealt heavy blows to the Forbidden Army.

So it was very awkward; the Forbidden Army and Luo Si's troops encountered internal chaos for the same reason almost at the same time.

Before Luo Si turned against them, he had already thought of the situation afterward. Therefore, he focused his target on the Hundred Ghost Mother, using her ghost pets to lay out the battlefield!

The entire Green Scorched Army was riding on black blood paper horses.

The miserable green ghost fire burned violently inside the paper horses, and the huge power was transmitted to the whole body of the horses through the hard paper skeleton. As the horse hooves stepped over, they formed a thunderous sound.

The silence of the paper horses made them appear even more fearless; the pressure brought by the silent charge was more suffocating than neighing!

Bang bang bang...

A series of muffled sounds, countless cultivators of Luo Si's troops fell on the Green Scorched Army's charge route.

"Shoot arrows! Throw spears!" Relying on the time bought by the heavy casualties paid by the front, the small officers shouted, trying their best to command.

Jiao Ma's father shook the bone-blade war flag, consuming military power to trigger the defensive military art.

The bone-blade war flag then emitted a layer of pale green light film, quickly covering everyone in the Green Scorched Army.

The rain of arrows and spears shot at the Green Scorched Army seemed to crash into an invisible swamp, being delayed and deflected. The arrows that finally hit the target were less than ten percent, sparse and weak.

The one charging at the very front was always Qing Chi.

The ghost girl took the lead, her whole body burning with raging green flames.

The green flames even wrapped around her mount, charging all the way, burning the cultivators until they screamed repeatedly.

Qing Chi struck with her fists and feet, bursting out fist imprints and palm imprints condensed from green flames.

She had the blessing of military power, and Luo Si's troops were in an unprecedented state of weakness, unable to resist Qing Chi's fierce might at all. Several Golden Core-level cultivators died under Qing Chi's military blade.

Following Qing Chi were the Green Scorched elites holding crescent moon broadswords.

They lay low on the horses' backs, as if they had merged with the skeletons of the paper horses. The moment they charged into the enemy army, these cavalrymen swung their swords!

"Hum — clang —"

A strange metallic tremor tore through the air; it was not the clash of metal, but more like a glacier cracking!

The sword light slashed out like a ribbon, ghostly blue moonlight spewing out from the ice-crack patterns, turning into cold and sharp sword beams that were extremely condensed, yet with jagged spatial ripples on the edges!

Wherever the sword beams went, space seemed to be frozen and severed by that extremely sharp moonlight!

Whether it was heavy armor, defensive spells, or weapons blocking in front, they were all cut open, frozen, and shattered under the sword beams!

Then the sword beams slashed through the cultivators' bodies. Whether it was a flesh-and-blood body or a ghost body, they were instantly frozen in the extreme low temperature, then turned into ice-blue powder, dying on the spot.

Following the soldiers with crescent moon broadswords were those holding space-tearing long spears.

The spear tips were not cast from metal, but were tightly rolled, compressed, and bonded together by countless layers of talisman paper with incredible density.

The space-tearing long spears stabbed the enemies one after another.

"Puff puff puff puff puff —!"

The dense, rain-like piercing muffled sounds connected into one.

The fluffy middle part of the spear tip exploded violently, countless talisman paper fragments compressed to the limit spraying toward the front, the talismans activated, tearing space, and then carrying countless void fragments, forming a terrifying storm.

Countless enemies were riddled with holes by the sprayed void fragments.

The space-tearing long spears were retracted, and the spear tips only had the lower half left. But it didn't matter; pieces of fine talisman paper quickly transferred from the spear body, gathered at the very front, and condensed into a new spear tip.

With the crescent moon broadswords leading the charge, they cut open a main road.

Then, every thrust of the space-tearing long spears instantly strangled the stubborn strong individuals.

"Block them, block them for me!" An officer's eyes widened, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, roaring with all his might, presiding over the battle situation.

But the Green Scorched Army was like a giant python, weaving through the massive enemy army, its military blade extremely sharp.

Anyone who blocked them died on the spot.

The Green Scorched Army was not without a price; several people were lost, and hundreds were injured to varying degrees, some light and some heavy.

Seeing this, Qing Chi took a deep breath, suddenly consuming forty percent of her military power, bolstering herself, and casting a spell!

Spell — Wither-Prosper Fire Ring.

The raging green flames burning all over her body suddenly expanded outward with Qing Chi as the center, forming a huge green fire ring.

The green fire brushed over the bodies of the Green Scorched Army soldiers, bringing scorching vitality.

Their wounds stopped bleeding quickly, and new flesh and pale green

skin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Even the miserable green ghost fire in the chest cavities of those black blood paper horses flared up, the paper skin became plump, the withered skeletons made a faint humming sound, revealing more vigorous yin-energy vitality.

When the green fire covered the enemy army, it was another scene.

The enemy army was burned until they screamed tragically, their flesh withered and carbonized in the fire, and then their bones were exposed, burned into twisted, withered black charcoal.

Most of the enemy soldiers had their bodies shrink rapidly, eventually turning into a pile of withered bones and charred grease covered by broken military armor.

Almost the entire Green Scorched Army recovered, and morale soared.

Qing Chi gasped heavily a few times, her eyes flashing with sharp light, her will to fight as high as a dragon.

Venerable Cold Mist was clashing with Luo Si.

The former had surging cold energy all over his body, countless icicles condensing and shooting out, the offensive fierce, like a storm.

The latter held a fishing rod, flicking the fishing line, setting off ripples in space, blocking the icicles' attack, his footing very stable.

Venerable Cold Mist sneered, trying to use words to exert pressure, "Luo Si, how stupid you are!"

"Even if you entangle me temporarily, what can you do?"

"Don't forget, your resume book is still in the

secret treasury of the Xiancheng of the River of Oblivion! From the moment you turned against us, the order had already been sent back!"

"Perhaps in the next moment, you will be cursed to death."

"Turn back now, abandon the darkness for the light, and perhaps you can still be spared from death!"

Luo Si's eyes were calm and waveless, without fear, without wavering, only a kind of focus that was almost like martyrdom.

He was like facing the abyss once again, just as he had been trapped in a desperate situation at the Dragon-Breaking Gorge.

"Venerable Cold Mist, I don't need you to remind me; I naturally know this point."

"But I believe in the Old Man of Gray Bones!"

"The moment I led the army into this place, I received his spiritual sense transmission."

"My bright master is already before my eyes; I don't believe I will be easily cursed to death."

Venerable Cold Mist sneered again, "Entrusting your own life to an outsider? How stupid is this!"

Luo Si: "In the past, if it weren't for the Old Man of Gray Bones' help, I would never have possessed reason and clarity, and would have long since become a ghost."

"Since he could save me, why would he harm me?"

"In the past years, if it weren't for his guidance and arrangements all along the way, how could I have risen so quickly?"

Venerable Cold Mist roared in anger, "He is using you!"

"Even if he uses me or harms me, at worst, I will just give this life of mine to him." Luo Si smiled freely.

"Stubborn and unyielding! Go to hell." Venerable Cold Mist was completely enraged. He stopped talking nonsense and pointed his finger at Luo Si.

Ice Spell — Freezing Kill Line!

A ghostly blue beam of light suddenly shot out, even more condensed and thicker than when dealing with Unlike Ning Zhuo and Qing Yan before!

The ice line was like the Judge's Pen of Yama, carrying deadly killing intent, faster than lightning, piercing toward Luo Si's upper dantian between his eyebrows.

Luo Si dodged urgently, his speed astonishing.

But Venerable Cold Mist only needed to turn his finger to manipulate the direction of the ice line, and the speed was even faster!

Where the ice line passed, the air left a clearly visible frosty white frozen trace that did not dissipate for a long time.

Luo Si knew he couldn't dodge it, and the wrist holding the fishing rod shook violently; the Three Lives World-Hanging Hook at the end of the fishing line suddenly disappeared!

Ding!

A sound as crisp as could be, like ice crystals shattering in a glass lamp.

The Three Lives World-Hanging Hook appeared inside Venerable Cold Mist's body.

Luo Si raised the rod violently.

Venerable Cold Mist sneered, "My Cold Mist Law Body has long been cultivated to

have no conventional weaknesses; it is futile... uh."

The next moment, his sneer froze, and then was quickly replaced by a look of horror.

The Three Lives World-Hanging Hook took a large chunk of his magic power, vitality, spirit, etc., away from his body, breaking through the air.

Venerable Cold Mist defended with all his might at this moment.

But the attack of the fishing hook and fishing line was very strange; his usual defensive means had no effect at all!

Luo Si was hit by the Freezing Kill Line, and his entire left arm was frozen into an ice stick.

Venerable Cold Mist's misty body was significantly thinner, and his momentum fell by thirty percent.

The two fought each other, hard to distinguish who was better, each with their own battle results!

They continued to fight, from mid-air to the ground, and from the ground, they entangled all the way, fighting into the high sky.

Venerable Cold Mist was more and more shocked as he fought.

He originally thought that without the blessing of military power, Luo Si, this military cultivator, might be worth a look, but he would definitely not be his match.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, he completely overturned his previous assumptions, unable to hide his shock, "Without the blessing of military power, he is this powerful. If he had the blessing of military power, how many rounds could I last under his hands?"

"No!"

"I must cut him down, with all my might!"

Ice Spell — Eternal Calamity Ice Prison!

He pressed his hands in the void, and the massive Nascent Soul-level magic power mixed with military power erupted.

Venerable Cold Mist's body expanded violently, turning into a cold current, throwing himself at Luo Si.

Wherever it went, space was instantly frozen.

Luo Si retreated explosively, but the cold current dispersed, flanking from behind, wrapping and swallowing him.

Finally, the cold current turned into an ice block, as huge as a mountain, sealing Luo Si in the heart of the mountain.

The ice mountain shook slightly, and Venerable Cold Mist's sneer came out, "Luo Si, you Zhao Die under my strongest trump card, it is glorious enough."

But the next moment, around Luo Si's frozen body, an imperceptible fishing line exerted force continuously.

It moved in the ice layer like a spirit snake, actually ignoring this frozen space.

River of Oblivion Ferrying Line!

The fishing line penetrated the ice layer, probing one end out of the ice mountain.

Luo Si's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was, and when he appeared again, he was already at the very front of the fishing line.

Before Venerable Cold Mist could change his move, Luo Si grabbed the fishing line tightly and pulled it hard toward the outside.

Fishing Technique — World-Hanging Life Fishing!

Venerable Cold Mist felt pain in his heart, roared with a scream, and the entire ice mountain disintegrated suddenly, turning into billions of ice blocks and fragments.

The endless ice chips turned back into terrifying cold energy.

The cold energy gathered together, wanting to restore its human form, but it kept rolling endlessly, unable to take shape.

A few breaths later, it was like morning mist illuminated by sunlight, making a "sizzle" sound, and completely dissipated.

Venerable Cold Mist, killed in action!

Luo Si's face was pale, his injuries were serious, and his aura plummeted.

After slowly landing on the ground, he could only spread out the fishing line, circling around; urgently resting and healing.

The Green Scorched Army had already defeated Luo Si's troops.

Unlike Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, Qing Yan, and others were all exhausted, their magic power and physical strength consumed heavily, almost hitting the bottom.

The situation of the other comrades was even more serious.

There was no way; they only had a few hundred people, and the number of opponents was truly too many. The Green Scorched Army was strong, but it was a battle of a snake swallowing an elephant, always erupting with full power to fight, fearing that the enemy army would catch their breath and reorganize.

Even if they only reorganized a part, it would be a hard bone to chew, which would cause the Green Scorched Army not insignificant losses.

Fortunately, the whole army gave their lives, everyone was of one heart, Unlike Ning Zhuo repeatedly attacked alone, and Qing Chi also showed amazing battlefield intuition, strangling every sprout that was about to reorganize.

Hu hu hu...

Unlike Ning Zhuo gasped for air, and Qing Chi was soaked in sweat.

They had created amazing battle results, but their endurance had reached its limit.

If they continued to fight, not to mention the enemy, their own side would collapse first.

"Terrible!" Unlike Ning Zhuo looked back, his expression freezing.

Luo Si's side was fine, having been completely crushed. But on the Forbidden Army's side, there was no second Green Scorched Army to suppress them, and organized remnants had already appeared.