The night is as cool as water.

The war is imminent, and all forces in the Quancheng are taking frequent actions.

In the dark night, there are many figures on the streets, and the sound of horse hooves and footsteps are constantly coming.

You can see the various departments mobilized their troops, the soldiers gathered on the city wall and were temporarily turned into underworld soldiers, and there were also figures of carriages and sedan chairs passing through the long street.

Soul-Seeping Division.

All the soul-attacking envoys gathered outside the hall and knelt on the ground waiting for the call.

The door of the main hall was closed, and all the missionaries were talking inside.

Someone came back from outside with a pale face.

"The four souls of the Changsheng Immortal Sect move to the mountains, the five elders of the Immortal Sect arrived together, and the army of Chizhou and Shenzhou also arrived."

"It is expected to arrive before dawn tomorrow."

A mission seeker stood up, his eyes flashed across the faces of everyone present, and began to speak out.

"There is no need to mention these soul real people."

"But the underworld's ghost soldiers are not there, ten thousand powerful soldiers of the Moshan Sect, and tens of thousands of divine generals and divine soldiers want us to resist. Isn't this seeking death?"

The other person echoed: "We are monks, how can we consume them as Taoist soldiers and gods?"

Others also sighed: "What happened to the underworld? Why can't the gate of hell be opened?"

"What happened to the underworld? Is it really like what that person said..."

The more this time, the more terrifying the rumors are.

Someone disagreed and slapped the table.

"What are you saying? As disciples of the Hall of Yama, we should go to the scene if something happens."

"That's right, who have we ever been afraid of in the Yama Palace? So what if the Yishan Sect and the Changsheng Temple fight?"

"A group of rats are afraid of death when things come to an end..."

The arguments stood up, and the hall was filled with noise.

However, in the dark, someone has recorded all the words and deeds of all the missions.

The soul-catching made Sun Shanshan look so scared that she kept leaning on her head and looking around. A figure behind her followed him into the soul-catching sect.

It was a boy in red.

The boy entered through the back door and walked through the hidden courtyard corridor and entered a quiet room.

"Please come in."

Yuan Jinhong, the commander of the Soul-Catching Division, could tell at a glance that he didn't seem to be a living person.

"Dare you ask what your identity is? Why don't you show up in person?"

Born: "Is my identity important?"

Yuan Jinhong nodded: "I have to confirm whether you are qualified to talk to me."

Shengtong stood up and bowed, saying a voice that was not compatible with his face.

"In the next Wang Qilang."

Now Wang Qilang's name cannot be considered an unknown person.

Yuan Jinhong's pupils shrank: "The young master of the Immortal Sect of the Changsheng?"

Wang Qilang nodded: "I don't know if I have this identity, can I talk to Yuan Envoy Yuan?"

Yuan Jinhong calmed down and said that his cultivation level was not necessarily the best in the Immortal Sect of the Changsheng Immortal Sect.

However, in terms of identity and status, the elders in front of the immortal gate were not as important as the person in front of him.

His promises and openings, in some ways, represent the immortal gate of the immortals and the Master Taixuan.

The old man in the golden robe: "What is the price for the Immortal Sect of the Eternal Life?"

Yuan Jinhong was not full of benevolence and righteousness, but was full of business.

He had no concealment or taboo about betraying the Hall of Yama. He was not like a cultivator, but more like a petty businessman.

Wang Qilang: "As long as you agree, I wish to treat him as an elder and guest minister in the immortal sect."

"As for all other soul-catching envoys and mission-seeking envoys in the Soul-Celebration Division, all of them are reserved."

"How was you in the Hall of Yama in the past? You will only be better and worse in the future."

The old man in the golden robe was a little moved. The elder of the Immortal Sect was much more valuable than his.

And anyone with a discerning eye can see that the rise of the Immortal Sect of the Eternal Life is already unstoppable.

But he was still a little hesitant, wondering if he would ask for a higher price.

Wang Qilang raised his head and looked at the night outside the window.

The corners of his mouth raised, looking a little contemptuous.

It seemed that he was not in a hurry at all, or he didn't care much about whether the old man in the golden robe agreed or not.

"Don't worry, Yuan Envoy can think slowly."

"Just wait until dawn, there may be no such price."

Yuan Jinhong finally agreed: "Okay."

Wang Qilang laughed: "Then I'll wait for news from Yuan Envoy."

He took a step forward, pulled the door and shook his body so hard that he didn't even dare to look at Yuan Jinhong. His figure flashed and disappeared on the ladder.

Yuan Jinhong immediately rushed to the outer hall.

All the missionaries in the hall stood up and saluted Yuan Jinhong.

"The moment of life and death is the best time to test people."

"Some people just said that for the sake of the Yama Palace, they will live and die together with the Yama Palace."

“I am very pleased.”

Some people in the hall showed joy, but Yuan Jinhong waved his hand and the golden light spiraled up like a wheel.

Blood flowed into a river in the hall, and several corpses fell down.

Those who just said they wanted to live and die with the Hall of Yama died on the spot.

"Everyone who wants to die is dead."

"The rest should be all about living."

All the entourages kneeled on the ground: "Everyone obeys the order of the Lord."

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It's dawn.

The army of ten thousand Lishis of the Yishan Sect has crossed the river and rushed outside the city.

Looking from the head of the city, tens of thousands of troops were arranged neatly, all wearing yellow vine armor with Taoist talismans on their backs.

An elder of the Yishan Immortal Sect stood in front of the army, holding a golden bowl in his hand.

The bowl is filled with beans, and each bean is lit with a slight ray of light.

His sword finger was raised in front of his eyebrows and silently recited the spell in his mouth.

Finally, he stomped his feet and said, "Spread beans and become soldiers."

"The divine weapon descends from the sky."

Golden beans fell down and fell into the body of soldiers under the seat.

Tens of thousands of soldiers instantly turned from mortals to Taoist soldiers, magic power surged out from their bodies, and the Taoist talisman burst out from divine light.

"Form a formation."

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted together, exploding like thunder.

The formation gathered into a giant god's phantom, staring at Quancheng.

This is the Taoist soldier trained by the Yishan Immortal Sect. It uses the famous art of spreading beans into war, but it has not appeared in a century. The first time it appeared was aimed at the Hall of Yama.

On the other side, the elder General of Tianjian Jiuyou Ding stood outside the city, and the prince Li Ce led tens of thousands of troops to come in person.

"The Nine Nether Cauldron opens."

"Please list the gods in the underworld to the upper body."

One after another of the ghost generals and Yin soldiers rushed out from the Nine Nether Cauldrons, and the ghost generals and Yin soldiers who had accumulated for several generations of the Changsheng Immortal Sect rushed out and possessed them.

The art of the gods of the Tianquetai, which is the most widely used in this generation, is almost the most diverse in the Immortal Sect, and has no characteristics.

However, Tianquetai used this technique to build a big propaganda, which shows that this technique is not necessarily the most powerful, but it is definitely the most practical and convenient.
To be continued...