The soul of the army is immortal, and it will fight when called upon.

In the sand and dust beside Huangquan Road, the shadows are dense and dense black figures, the wind and the sand fall, but what they see is a strong army of iron and blood that seems to have experienced a tragic battle, riding horses and standing silent and motionless.

Bai Yujun walked closer.

The red-clad iron armor stood quietly with a long spear at the waist and a horizontal knife, and the endless **** army was violent and violent!

There are men and women, old and young, young men and women are majestic and eagle-like, the old men are not bent and their bodies are straight, and the young men and women are five or six years old, also wearing red coats and armor, armed with guns and knives, all of them are soldiers!

The soldiers were covered in scars, their sharp knives were like forests like frost, and they stood still like mountains!

In the middle of the team is a blood-red and broken military flag erected high, chilling and bleak, and the soul of the army will not fall!

For the first time, Bai Yujun, as a real dragon, felt indescribably shocked and unconsciously retreated, as if the entire iron-blooded legion was awake and resurrected at any time.

Riding on the horse and sleeping quietly, the momentum is like a volcano waiting to erupt!

Bai Yujun faintly felt that their breath was a little familiar, as if they had seen it before.

A figure that had not been seen for a long time gradually became clear, and at the same time he knew where the flag belonged. No wonder the spirit of the army could deter the real dragon from retreating. It turned out to be the real Jagged Legion.

"Northern Town"

"Datang Tiance Army"

The thick and heavy armor on their bodies was the last line of defense of the Tang Empire.

In the eyes of the Tiance Army, they should be loyal and serve the country, benefit the country, do not seek wealth and honor, and are determined to do more things in their limited life. There are always endless wars in their hurry. , does not care about the hypocritical sectarian beliefs, but insists on the belief in his heart, that is, everything is for the Tang Dynasty.

For the sake of Tang’s tranquility, he will meet gods and kill gods, and meet demons and slaughter demons.

Earth.

remote third-tier cities.

Zhenbei, who was sweating and working to make money on his own, raised his head and looked at the starry sky.

"No Regrets in this Life"

I don't know if it was sweat or tears, and it slid down the corners of my eyes.

All suffering is to return to the team again.

Huangquan Road.

Bai Yujun stepped back and returned to Huangquan Road. The iron-blooded army once again disappeared into the slowly yellow sand and dust, quietly guarding Huangquan Road. What he didn't notice was that there was a gap in a certain position in the army formation.

The underworld party really didn't come in vain, and they should walk around in the future to see this magical world.

Going forward with the long ghost team, we didn't go too far, and saw a sea of ​​blood-red flowers like a blood-colored carpet in front of us. There are legends that it is called the road of fire, which is very beautiful.

When you go here, the yellow sand disappears, and you can see the black mountains in the distance.

The fiery red brings the only color to the underworld. The red blood road between the black peaks is winding like an ink painting. Countless dead souls leave sad things here, evoking the beauty of the deep memories.

Walking on the red carpet to hell

Flowers bloom on the other side, I only see the flowers on the other side of the flower without leaves, the flowers and leaves are born and two are not seen, miss each other and cherish each other forever.

Bai Yujun led the celestial soldiers to **** the prisoner Zhenling on the Huangquan Road. The mentality is different from that of the dead soul. In the eyes of the dead soul, this place is the last touch of color, remembering the good, reluctantly and helpless.

Bai Yujun, on the other hand, watched with a witness mentality.

A long line of people snaking in and out.

I don't know how long I have walked, at the end of Huangquan Road is a long river with no end in sight. Its water color is dark red. There is only a stone bridge crossing the river in front of Huangquan Road. After crossing the river, it is Fengdu.

A certain white walked to the river with nothing to do, looked down, and was amazed.

"Forgetting Chuanhe, it's kind of interesting."

The evil spirits that are densely packed in the water stretch out their arms and want to climb up to the shore, or they want to pull the dead souls off the shore. Just look at it, the water is full of blood, and the filth is unapproachable. The river is full of worms and snakes, and the waves are rolling. The wind blows.

The other dead souls, including the emissary, stayed away from the river for fear that they would fall off and never get back up again.

A certain Bai watched with relish to satisfy the huge curious dragon heart.

Seeing people on the shore, countless evil ghosts and evil spirits are stacked close to their arms, crying or laughing, or anger or mourning, all kinds of noise and bewitching come straight to my mind.

"Who is more fierce and violent than the divine beast?"

Baring his teeth, he bared his fangs and roared in a low voice.

"hiss!"

The surface of the river suddenly fell silent, for about a breathing time, before returning to calm, and the evil spirits disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it were just an ordinary river of blood.

On the shore, a certain white clasped his hands on his waist proudly and seemed to find fun.

"Hahaha, I'll come and play with you next time, remember not to run too fast."

Suddenly there was an idea.

On a whim, I remembered that I could control the water veins in the world. This Wangchuan River is also a river, can it be manipulated and controlled? In the future, if anyone dares to offend him, it must be very interesting to lead the Wangchuan River to his cave in the middle of the night.

Pretending to be curious, he squatted by the river, making all the ghosts and heavenly soldiers look sideways.

I pulled out a wooden stick from the storage bag. Don't ask when I collected it. I don't even know what I have in the small pocket. Anyway, I can put whatever it is for fun.

Crouching by the river, the little stick with a wooden stick cautiously poked, picked it up and took a look, and the part that entered the water was completely gone.

After thinking about it, I wrapped the wooden stick with aura and tried again, but it was still melted away by the stench of blood and water, and then I tried it again with dragon qi~lightnovelpub.net~ The wooden stick was intact.

effective.

Use the spell to get a cloud of red blood, and touch the little hand carefully.

It is very safe, except for the fishy smell, there is no other abnormal feeling, the skin does not drip, and the little evil energy can't break the dragon scales.

"Come back and have a look when you're strong in the future, maybe you can succeed."

He got up and threw away the wooden stick, turned and ran quickly to the bridge to lead the team to Fengdu, remembering the relevant legend, and pulled a pale-faced messenger to inquire about it.

"Hey, isn't this river of yours originally a ferry? Why did you build the bridge?"

Yin difference was stunned.

"Too many dead souls are too tiring to ferry, and it's easier to build bridges."

"Well, it sounds like it makes sense."

Every mountain opens a road and meets water to build a bridge. Although it is said that it is cool to ferry the dead by punting the dead, there are too many dead souls to be busy. Maybe some remote areas in the world still need ferry people.

Again, the story is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Escort Zhenling to cross the bridge and enter Fengdu.

According to the normal process, the dead must be judged and sent to **** or reincarnated.

Walking into the tall city gate and entering the underworld, I learned the truth about the operation of the underworld. The Ten Hall Hades had no time to work tirelessly to interrogate countless dead souls. There were too many. , it is very likely that the number of dead souls in the underworld will explode, unless the big man is lucky enough to be judged by the king of hell.

Countless ghost officials were in charge of the interrogation, busy criticizing.

Heavenly court prisoners have experienced trials in heaven, and can be dealt with directly in accordance with the documents, without going to court.

The underworld is huge, and the souls of the dead flock into the city in an endless stream.

Bai Yujun continued to seal according to the rules and used the identity jade to confirm his identity. After signing, he escorted more than 50 prisoners Zhenling to Naihe Bridge.