He suddenly felt that there seemed to be a strange aura fluctuating on this path. He could not help but stop in his tracks and watch.
This aura seemed to be ghostly.
"Ghost! What dense ghost qi!"
The old Daoist was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned solemn. According to the direction of the ghost energy, it seemed to be the path that he had passed through.
At this moment, the narrow path was filled with ghostly qi and black fog. It was eerie and terrifying.
He hurriedly pulled the young Taoist priest and hid in a bush.
Not long after, the sound of soldiers marching could be heard. The sound was getting closer and closer, and the uniform footsteps seemed to shake the earth.
In the ghastly black fog, he saw hundreds of black figures looming. The leader was a figure dressed in a strange official robe. The old priest looked carefully, trying to see the appearance of this figure. However, this figure's face seemed to be covered by something, and he could not see what was going on.
He was followed by troops of soldiers, all of whom were wearing standard armor. He held a long spear in his hand. His steps were neat and powerful, and his entire body was filled with a murderous aura.
Among the soldiers, four strong soldiers were carrying a palanquin. The faint pressure coming from the palanquin made the old priest feel extremely frightened.
The old Daoist was puzzled. These ghosts were clearly extraordinary. He did not know which faction it was. The ghost cultivators of Wu County would never be able to show off such an ostentatious display.
"Look, Master, there's a ghost!"
At this moment, the old Daoist felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end. He hurriedly wanted to cover the young Taoist priest's mouth. However, it was too late.
The advancing group stopped, and hundreds of sinister gazes looked in the direction of the old Daoist. His expression was as if he was looking at a dead man. His eyes were cold and ruthless. There was a dark aura and an inexplicable pressure.
Just these gazes alone made the old Daoist feel as if he was in an ice cellar. He stood rooted to the ground like a statue.
His mind was blank.
It was over!
He had discovered it!
Fear welled up in his heart. At this moment, the surrounding atmosphere was extremely strange and suffocating. The surroundings were so quiet that no sound could be heard.
The old Daoist closed his eyes quietly, waiting for death to descend. He did not have the courage to resist.
He could clearly sense a figure floating in front of him. She was sizing him up.
Time passed.
The sound of footsteps sounded again until it gradually disappeared.
The old Daoist finally opened his eyes. His entire body was drenched, and his limbs were cold and powerless. He almost collapsed to the ground. His heart was still in shock.
The little Daoist boy was even more unbearable and had already fainted.
At this moment, the black fog in the surroundings had already dissipated. The experience just now was like a nightmare. If not for the cold sweat on his back constantly reminding him that it was not an illusion.
"That was close!"
The old Daoist took a deep breath and carefully confirmed that the ghost soldiers had really left. He sat on the ground neatly.
"I really managed to survive."
Could this be the nether soldiers of the Netherworld? They were truly terrifying.
The old Daoist sighed to himself and quickly kicked the unconscious young Daoist awake. He got up and continued on his way. However, his pace was much faster than before.
Deep in the mountains,
The ghost soldiers advanced quickly.
The one sitting in the sedan was naturally Chen Changjun.
In fact, he had already discovered the old Taoist priest and the old Taoist priest when the ghost soldiers were advancing. However, he did not make a sound. After all, the two of them did not offend him.
However, in the end, that young Taoist priest actually exposed their existence. According to the rules of the underworld, they were not allowed to do so. They should have captured the souls of living people who interfered with the advance of the ghost soldiers.
But Chen Changjun had his own plans.
These two people were obviously cultivators from the Yang Realm, and the older one had even reached the Xiantian realm. He should still have a good status in the world of the living. The underworld could not always be unknown. He needed to make a name for himself, just like how the Zhang family subdued Zhang Shunchang and spent a lot of effort talking to that Taoist surnamed Chen.
However, since they had encountered the otherworldly soldiers crossing the border, they naturally would not let them off easily. Although they could not take their souls, it was still possible to reduce their lifespan by ten to twenty years.
"Milord, we'll reach Chillywind Valley soon!”A ghost soldier came forward to report.
"Yes."
Chen Changjun nodded and stopped thinking about the two people. He could have come personally to annihilate Chillywind Valley this time and destroyed it with a flip of his hand.
However, in order to train the otherworldly soldiers and improve their military quality, they had to be careful. He could only let them be the vanguard. After all, flowers in a greenhouse would not grow. The Netherworld did not need a bunch of trash.
After traveling for half an hour, they finally arrived at their destination.
Chillywind Valley, the number one ghost cultivator force in Wu County.
As its name suggested, the Yin Wind Valley was filled with Yin winds.
The ground was covered with broken armors, weapons, and terrifying bones. A murderous aura rushed towards him.
If a living person were to do this again, they would feel dizzy and lose their mind and go crazy.
It seemed that Zhang Shunchang was right. This place was indeed a genuine ancient battlefield. Since it was an ancient battlefield, there would definitely be many dead souls. These souls were the best source of replenishment for the ghost soldiers.
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