It is the heroic soul of the Xia tribe who died in battle as my aunt Lin Xingchu said!

Lin Zhao was not a little afraid of these heroic souls. On the contrary, the military aura in his body was actually similar to theirs.

"kill!"

A group of heroic souls were unsheathed and attacked the ghost cultivator in front of him without any scruples.

"Um?!"

Gui Xiu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I have refined it all my life and devoured countless evil things. You damn things dare to show off your skills? It's simply a desperate situation!"

As he said that, Gui Xiu opened his palms and wisps of blood-colored air waves rolled in. The more than ten iron cavalry who rushed in the front row were destroyed, turning into blood and energy, which were all sucked into the mouth by Gui Xiu. However, the remaining iron cavalry still divided into two groups, stepped through the bamboo forest from both sides, and rushed towards Gui Xiu, with swords and spears attacking the opponent one after another.

The ghost cultivator laughed and kept using his means to attack and kill the heroic soul.

"Qingzi Camp!"

The heroic general led by the leader slowly rode out and said, "This golden elixir ghost must be kept. Give me a gift. Even if the Qingzi Camp is completely wiped out, it must be killed by me!"

The sound of horse hooves is even stronger.

Lin Zhao frowned. At this moment, the aura in his body had been calmed down and the injury was not too severe. However, the Demon-Breaking Talisman and Demon-Suppressing Talisman could not be used, and they would accidentally hurt these heroic souls of the Iron Cavalry. So he quickly ignited the third magic speed talisman, twisted two amulets, and appeared in the air with a leap. The two amulets blasted at Gui Xiu together. At the same time, the fist intent in his body was mobilized, and he punched Gui Xiu from a high point and pulled the onion in the dry land!

Gui Cultivation felt cold in his heart. To block two amulets, he had to eat Lin Zhao's punch and avoid the fist. These two amulets were finally eaten. God knows what kind of freak that kid is. The fist of a sixth-level martial man made the eighth-level ghost cultivator hurt, and he could hardly bear the old bones. In addition, the hundreds of remnants of the Xia clan heroes made this ghost cultivator feel a headache.

As a result, after a little hesitation, not only did he eat the amulet, but his fists also.

"Peng!"

Lin Zhao punched the ghost cultivator with a heavy punch so that his legs fell into the snow. The two amulets sealed the spiritual energy in his body in a short period of time. Suddenly, more than ten iron cavalry blades fell on the eighth level ghost cultivator, cutting off his arms, ears, and shoulders. Then the general's sword directly pierced his golden elixir!

...

A dignified Jindan realm died in a humiliating battle in the bamboo forest.

“Hu…hu…hu…”

Lin Zhao was gasping for breath, his whole body filled with fatigue. He used too many military talismans in this battle, and consumed a lot of true energy and spiritual energy. Fortunately, in the end, with the help of a group of Xia clan heroic souls, he killed the eight-level golden elixir ghost cultivator.

"Thank you."

Lin Zhao stood up and clasped his fists at a group of heroes: "My younger generation, Lin Zhao, is a descendant of the Great Chen Dynasty, a vassal of the Xia clan!"

A group of heroic souls held their fists on the horse's back, and the general led by the war said in a deep voice: "The young hero punches the people of the world, and we are responsible for helping us! Qingzi Camp, let's say goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

Lin Zhao nodded.

For a moment, heavy snow was still dancing, but the figures of a group of iron cavalry dissipated with the wind.

Lin Zhao was surging.

The 800,000 heroic spirit guards the mountains and rivers. With such a big move, it is really hard to imagine how my aunt Lin Xingchu did it!

Return to Yin Temple.

After the boy applied medicine to the injured area, he moved a mouthful of martial arts true qi in his body to heal his wounds. He looked up and looked at the top of the Yin Temple reflected by the fire. From this moment on, he felt that he was not afraid of ghosts.

...

Early in the morning, before dawn, Lin Zhao ate a little and hurried on his way again.

Since this Eighth Realm Ghost Cultivator can find him, it means that there must be other death warriors who can arrive here. First of all, there will definitely be no fewer death warriors in the Demon Clan. After all, the eleventh Realm Demon Jade has a relatively high status among the Demon Clan. Although his realm is not too high, he is able to make plans and make decisions. He is the "beautiful military advisor" among the Demon Clan. When Yu Nuo is angry, the entire Demon Clan will be furious. Therefore, once the news of Lin Zhao going south is transmitted back, it will definitely not be as simple as one or two people coming to chase him.

It was early in the morning, before dawn, and heavy snow was still falling.

Lin Zhao rushed out of the bamboo forest, just in a green mountain in front of him. When he was about to pass through a deserted ancient road, suddenly there seemed to be a gust of cold wind. Then there were sounds of horse hooves, the chaotic sound of weapons hitting armor, etc., and a whole cavalry legion was sweeping past in front of him.

It is an ancient battlefield. In the thousands of miles of fertile soil between the Xijian River and the Great Wall of Fusu, there are dozens of such ancient battlefields, all of which were the battlefields where the Xia tribe army and the demon race and the demon race were fighting decisively. I don’t know how many heroic souls were buried in the green mountains and green waters. In front of me, this gloomy army was marching on the road of strangers.

Grey mist mountain.

Yin soldiers borrowed the way.

Lin Zhao stopped and no longer escaping. He just stood by the roadside and waited for the ghost soldiers to pass by. Not only was he not disrespectful at all, but he held his fists and looked ahead with the etiquette of a warrior. Suddenly, from the eyes of these evil objects, there seemed to be a young warrior carrying an ancient sword and a bamboo box on the roadside, holding his fists and saluting him.

"Thank you!"

On the ancient road, someone said softly.

When Lin Zhao looked up, he saw the iron cavalry riding on the war horses. They came to him one by one and automatically slowed down their riding speed and bowed to him.

Today's human warriors meet the human warriors hundreds of years ago.

...

A few days later.

Lin Zhao was only three days away from the Great Wall of Fusu. Just as he passed by a dense forest, he heard a heavy sound of horse hooves and sensed a strange breath. He immediately flew into the snow forest beside him. Just ahead, an iron cavalry rushed past, about a scale of hundreds.

However, this cavalry does not belong to the human army.

Instead, a group of creatures with purple eyes, they were well-equipped, all with armor, weapons and war horses. The war horse was half a head taller than the human war horses, and was extremely majestic. The group of humans with purple eyes were full of strong murderous intent. One of them looked into the bamboo forest and seemed to have seen something, sneered: "A little human warrior is going to kill?"

Another man said lightly: "It's just a mere lower five realms, there's no need to waste time, let's go!"

"Um!"

The cavalry galloped away.

...

Lin Zhao always stood in the snow forest, and he had seen these people on the book script.

Demons.

Races from the cold eastern area are not too strong compared to the demon race, and the upper five realms are extremely rare in the demon race, but the demon army is quite strict. On the battlefield of large-scale duels, the demon legions often exert more power than the demon race and the ghost race, and are very difficult opponents.

Now, a demon cavalry has appeared within hundreds of miles of the Fusu Great Wall, which is an extremely dangerous thing.

"No matter how much I care, I can't."

Lin Zhaonu said, can he be a mere sixth-level martial artist who can manage the affairs of the human race? No, let’s continue to send a geometric map and arrive at the Great Wall of Fusu as soon as possible and experience it there.

At dusk.

Arrived at Luoxia Valley marked on the map, which is also an ancient battlefield.

Lin Zhao found a cave on the hillside of the edge of Luoxia Valley, which can be used as a place to live that night. Everything is the same, making a fire to cook, and after eating and drinking, he practices boxing and sword at the entrance of the cave until he feels tired, he falls asleep.

But before I could sleep for a long time, the sound of horse hooves came from the foot of the mountain.

Lin Zhao woke up from his dream and stood up to a hill. Looking down at the entire Luoxia Valley, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. In the Luoxia Valley, on the left was a complete golden demon cavalry regiment, with a number of about 5,000 people, and on the right was a human Yin soldiers corps shrouded in Yin Qi, with a total of tens of thousands.

The battle between the living and the dead seems to have never stopped in this area.

"Clam~~~~"

A demon general pulled out his sword from his waist, pointed the sword forward straight ahead, shouting: "Step them, cut off the luck between the Fusu Great Wall and the Xijian River, and destroy all the human powers in this thousand miles of territory!"

The demon soldiers drew their swords one after another and roared endlessly.

On the side of the Human Ghost Army, a commander-level general wearing iron armor and three golden stars on the neckline drew out his sword blade and shouted in a low voice: "Brothers, ahead is the demon army that attacked and destroyed my right wing corps back then. Today we meet on a narrow road, and fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

A group of heroic soldiers drew their swords one after another.

The two sides quickly strangled together, and dust flew.

Lin Zhao stood dumbly on the hill, overlooking this earth-shaking battle. There would be no record of this battle. The court of Da Shang may be rewarded by the dead soldiers, but he will always pretend to know nothing. The people in the world south of the Fusu Great Wall will not know it. Even Chu Huaixi, Huang Tingyu and others on Tianchi Ridge may not know it.

The boy began to set up a sword stake, stared at the battlefield, and warmed up the killing aura of military strategists in his body.

...

Real world, Stream City.

In the wealthy area, a bar on the second floor is open. In the bar, the holographic imagery is not only wafting over the crowd, but also on the stage, seven dancers with excellent looks are dancing. The girl in the lead dance is particularly beautiful, with exquisite faces, clear eyes as water, and extremely beautiful appearance, which makes guests raise their arms and the atmosphere is very hot.

Late at night.

The girl who led the dance finally got off work and dragged her tired body out of the back door of the bar called "jack". She wore a tweed coat and frowned. She walked quickly, as if she had been tired of the life behind her.

Her name is Chen Xue, the most popular girl in this bar.

"Dududu~~~"

The moment she rode on the magnetic levitation motorcycle and put on her helmet, her communicator rang, and the person who came was named "Murong Feiyue".

"Sister Feiyue?"

After Chen Xue confirmed the call, Murong Feiyue appeared in the upper right corner of the helmet's vision. She couldn't help but smile and said, "I haven't seen you for so long, why did you suddenly remember to call me?"

"Ask something with you."

Murong Feiyue smiled and said, "The World will be open in a while. Do you know this?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you plan to fight again?"

"Yes, I have……"

Chen Xue smiled and said, "I am now from the Canglong Guild. In the era of "Conquest", I am the chief knight of the entire guild. Is that okay?"

"Farewell..."

Murong Feiyue smiled and said, "I plan to let my brother Lin Zhao rebuild the Feiyue Knights. Why don't you... go and help? You two are of the same age and should get along well."

"ah?!"

Chen Xue was stunned: "I'm fine in Canglong, why should I help Lin Zhao?"

"because……"

Murong Feiyue pondered: "My brother Lin Zhao has the appearance of a heavenly king..."

...
Chapter completed!