White Town was under the rule of Xuanyuan Dynasty.
The cold wind howled.
Bai Kengqiang, the general guarding the city, Zhou Lei, and Xuanyuan Rufeng, the left general of the Xuanyuan family, were all present.
The group of people frowned as they looked at the huge map in front of them.
Jingxi Road is undergoing great changes.
"The demon cultivator ability user is on the scene, and the alien race's void gate is about to appear. It seems that we have to return to the ups and downs of a hundred years ago..."
"This time, I'm afraid that even a marriage alliance won't be able to save her.”
Xuanyuan Rufeng smiled bitterly, because not only Jingxi Road, but also the Yu Dynasty and the Wu Dynasty were undergoing great changes. The mutated beasts in the wilderness were evolving at an accelerated rate, and a commander actually appeared in a few beast tides.
It was like the embryonic form of the Falcon King, the Terrifying Dragon Mastiff.
Even the white bones of the Beheading Mountain were in formation. They were in an orderly manner, as if a terrifying era was coming.
"Start making arrangements. From now on, the people should leave the city as little as possible. Also, call for the formation of militia and ability users to raise the height of the city walls.”
Xuanyuan Rufeng ordered. Then, Zhou Lei cupped his fists.
Finally, the three of them looked at the Pacific Ocean together.
Hundreds of towering pillars appeared more and more like real iron gates.
A pair of eyes as deep as a giant mountain was looking down at the human world, sweeping across tens of thousands of miles, coldly watching the human world. This was half an eye of a non-humankind god, enough to glance at all dynasties.
Who could save the world?
.......
Thump.
Thump!
Bai Town announced that it was forbidden to go out of the city at night.
The bell of Qingfeng Temple rang as well. Old Monk Qingfeng had gathered a group of monks for a meeting. Just as he swept his gaze around, he realized that Lan Zishan had disappeared again.
He could only sigh.
At this moment,
It was snowing heavily, and Lan Zishan was wearing an old cotton jacket from three years ago. It was still snow-white, and Miss Xiu had personally sewed it for him.
However, the pattern of two mandarin ducks on the cotton-padded jacket was staggering and extremely ugly. Soo Soo had spent a lot of time and effort to embroider it and had to tear her hands several times before she could finish it. She insisted that the little monk wear it in winter. She said that the interior was filled with velvet and was like fire in winter. Wearing it would make it seem as if she was accompanying him.
It was indeed very warm, that was how Lan Zishan felt.
Alone,
He stared at the wind and snow, wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat. There were very few tourists, so no one cared about a person dressed like this.
They passed through the ancient path of the Green Peak Mountain and followed the path of the Black Mountain General's Tomb until they arrived at the steep mountain range, the Headless Mountain. The two mountain ranges rose and fell like the bodies of dragons and tigers.
Wild grass, white snow, and piles of white bones were everywhere.
Looking down, there was only a monk in a straw raincoat looking at the beautiful land in front of him alone.
"If A'Xiu was here, she should like it very much."
"She loves snow the most."
Lan Zishan sighed. Then, he put on his straw hat and took out his shovel. He began to dig up the winter white flowers again. He ignored the cold and began to wear them into bunches of flowers.
White flowers stained with snowflakes were dressed in bunches of beautiful flowers.
After that, Lan Zishan walked to many lonely graves that were covered in weeds and began to recite the Rebirth Sutra. His eyes were calm as he poured fresh flowers, poured wine, shoveled grass, and cleaned up the dirty tombstones.
He was very serious, every step of the way.
It was only when the wind howled and the snowstorm grew stronger that Lan Zishan felt his hands not listening to him anymore that he subconsciously stopped. His slender and warm hands had already turned red and swollen like pig trotters.
As far as the eye could see, there were many flowers in front of the snow-covered tomb.
The notifications in his mind kept ringing.
It had been 130 years since the 2900th year of the Heavenly Calendar. Many descendants had forgotten about these warriors. They had once sacrificed their lives for the war between the myriad races.
Strong wine, fresh flowers, and cleaning. They had returned to this world once again. Their anger and roars made them want to prove once again that they wanted to fight again and let many people know that the souls of the veterans had returned.
In the snow, the straw raincoat was covered in snow. Lan Zishan looked in front of him and felt amazed.
In front of countless graves, dark, gas-like souls floated out. They wore broken armor and dripped with blood. Their bodies were burly and incomparably vicious.
Every soul was brutal and brutal. The torment of time, the forgotten anger...
It made them the most ferocious souls.
This monk was like a guide from Yin and Yang, leading them to witness glory again.
To find white bones, devour, burrow, wait
Lan Zishan ordered, and the Soul Endowment skill in his mind erupted.
At this moment, nearly thousands of souls roared as they waved their broken bodies at the same time. Their evil aura soared into the sky, causing the white snow to howl even more. Then, they covered the sky and covered the earth as they headed toward the shattered path in the wilderness, looking for white bones to devour at will.
It began to strengthen.
Lan Zishan turned around and left the snowstorm.
.....
And no one knew then,
White Town, on the northern city wall.
Bai Kengqiang had been observing the area around Beheading Mountain and Star Snow Mountain until the official ability users detected that the power of a terrifying ghost was increasing in Beheading Mountain.
At this moment, his expression changed drastically and he hurriedly adjusted the image.
Boom!
A clear image popped up. Within the huge snowstorm, thousands of souls formed by hostile aura covered the sky and earth, charging toward the wilderness like an ancient army.
Behind the dead soul, a mysterious person wearing a straw raincoat walked quietly and disappeared into the snowy night.
Gulp.
Bai Kengqiang's expression changed drastically. This group of people was at least a level-4 Soul Summoning ability user. Moreover, they were extremely talented. He did not know what kind of dynasty they were from, but they could at least be recorded on the ability user rankings.
"Who is this? What is he trying to do?”
He had a puzzled expression, but he didn't dare to leave the city. This kind of person was too terrifying. He had the ability to summon an army of dead souls that could destroy a small city.
......
Meanwhile, outside of Headless Mountain, Lan Zishan tidied his straw cape and looked at the notification on the interface.
Now, including the group of skeleton warriors who slaughtered the mutated wolves, the total strength was...
[Undead Level 8 Talent: Commanding Undead: [6000/Level: Level 8 Scythe Souls]
[White Bones Level 8 Talent: Summon White Bones][4000/Level: Level 8 Giant Demon Bones]
The initial scale was 10,000 troops, all from the underground.
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