Countless corpses were scattered across the land.

The pungent smell of blood, the horrific dead, and the blood that converges into the river are the main tone of this region.

From the collapsed earth, from the severed river, from the many military tents, it can be vaguely seen that this is a military camp.

But at this moment, this place has become a Shura field.

In the Shura field, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed by various killing methods.

Some of these corpses are in the form of gods, while others are huge and eerie falcons.

But no matter how weird or huge it is, it has now been harvested and lost.

A group of seven figures were suspended in the void, quietly looking at the dying behemoth falcon at their feet.

These seven figures stood quietly in the void, and the bright moon and moonlight in the sky stretched their shadows extremely slender.

Add a bit of eerie horror.

These seven figures all wore hideous ghost masks on their faces, and their bodies were also wrapped in extremely loose cloaks.

These masks and cloaks are all good utensils, which can hide the prying eyes of the strong.

"Ghost, should we go to the station of Xilin Mountain now, or turn back to the south and go to the southernmost Qiling military camp?"

A burly, resolute-looking strong man was wiping the blood from his sword with his own hands.

His spirit was extremely upright and his breath was awe-inspiring, but on top of his bronze long sword, there seemed to be a chill lingering.

If someone leaned close to the sword and listened closely, they would hear countless souls in it, crying in low voices.

Weeping was full of fear.

He is the sword master of the Lord of the Immortals, and in order to guard the Immortal Tang Qingming, he joined the Lord of the Immortals and became the most chivalrous assassin.

The leader of the Seven Lords, the Ghost Lord, suddenly stretched out a hand.

From above his arm, a shadow flowed down.

Transformed into a terrifying demon spirit, his eyes bleeding, his face pale, and his lips tightened.

The body of the demon spirit turned into a curtain of darkness, covering the entire battlefield.

In each corpse, a dark aura was stimulated, swallowed up by the pitch-black curtain.

After a long time, the black curtain turned into a shadow, wrapped around the ghost master's arm, and disappeared.

"The Lord has ordered us to slaughter nineteen Pact Spirit camps, this Eagle Falcon Barracks is already the ninth, and on the Pact Spirit side, although the upper echelons have been furious, and the Hanging Cloud King has even executed several of his advisors, they still haven't noticed our target path. ”

The Night Lord's graceful posture and long purple hair were obscured by the cloak.

She said slowly: "I don't know how the lord got this Pact Spirit military map, it is very detailed, and I used hairpin small characters to note many roadblocks and spirit eye treasures on the path, and the person who wants to give the lord this military map should be someone who has a deep understanding of the Pact spirit."

The child master looked in the direction of Taicang, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you miss too much?"

A voice came from the side of the child master.

Listen to the voice, it's an old woman.

She faced the child master, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Taidu...... It does seem to be different from Chang'an. ”

The ghost lord interrupted their words, and finally spoke: "Go to Xilin Mountain, after slaughtering the tenth military camp, find a place to rest for a few days, the lord said that the slaughter of the tenth military camp will wait for his news." ”

Everyone was silent, but nodded slowly.

"Hell, why do you always look like you're half dead? ”

The sword master suddenly spoke, frowned, and said: "In Xiantang, we have always been killing people, but here is different, what we slaughter is no longer the Xiantang nobles who only know how to compete for power and profit with each other, nor the noble warriors who sacrifice their lives, but these alien races. ”

"Haven't you seen it in the past few months? What we have done is no longer a narrow political situation, nor is it a sacrifice for a certain master, but for the sake of racial justice! Even so, it can't make you willing?"

The ghost lord faced the sword master's questioning, and the face under the bronze mask did not know what his expression was.

The Ape Lord, an old man approaching old age, reached under his mask and whistled softly.

A spirit array lit up behind him, and a ten-zhang giant ape appeared in the spirit array.

The ape master flew to the top of the giant ape's head, sat down cross-legged, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to see you arguing, let's go to Xilin Mountain, I heard...... Where is the Kactling tribe, called the Ape Spirit Tribe, I don't know which one is more powerful than their transformation into apes, compared to my apes?"

Seven figures galloped away.

Only one piece of flesh and blood remained, as well as two dead Covenant Spirit Mansions.

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Choking Secret Realm, Yuqian Palace.

Ji Xia was looking at a small point of light in front of him.

This point of light was extremely weak, but when Ji Xia looked at it, he saw a small figure hovering in the point of light.

Ji Xia smiled, stretched his index finger, and tapped the point of light.

In the point of light, a vague figure suddenly appeared, saluting Ji Xia respectfully.

"Lord...... The Qiling side had already guessed that the six military camps in the operation were Longwudao, Chongshan, Xiyuanhe, Qingxiuling, and Luyue, Surabaya, and Ziwuling.

Ji Xia nodded slightly, and he smiled: "In this way, Lord Luo Sheng can still slaughter a few military camps. ”

"That's true, it's just that Xi Xiang's compass seems to have noticed some clues, and his compass pointer once pointed in the direction where Taicang was. The vague figure replied.

Ji Xia didn't care at all: "It's just a direction, what can it represent? As long as they can't be sure that this matter is Taicang's doing, it's okay, and ...... In their eyes, Taicang did not have the strength to slaughter more than ten of their military garrisons now. ”

"Hmm...... What the lord said was reasonable, they doubted the big fu, the floating island in the Gobi, but they didn't doubt the Taicang. ”

Ji Xia nodded slightly, and then said with a smile: "More than 100,000 soldiers were slaughtered by strange powerhouses who came and went without a trace, and the Hanging Cloud King and many pact spirit leaders are just afraid that they are all very angry, right?"

"All the tribes are stationed outside, and all the chiefs are also very afraid of their own troops and being slaughtered, but now that the war is in full swing, and there is no reinforcement, and the garrison is a key road, it is not appropriate to withdraw all the troops, so now the spirit is very lively. ”

The vague figure chuckled, but the voice was exceptionally soft.

Ji Xia praised and said, "Thanks to you this time." ”

The figure was vaguely visible shaking his head and said, "The king gave me rebirth, as it should be." ”

The blurred figure dissipated, Ji Xia thought about it, and wrote a few messages on the jade slip spread out on the table.

Someone said, "Yin Ding." ”

Yin Ding's figure appeared, and Ji Xia handed him the jade slip and said, "You contact the ghost master and hand over this jade slip to him." ”

Yin Ding took the jade slip, saluted respectfully, and then dissipated.

"Thirteen Barracks ......"

A look of satisfaction appeared on Ji Xia's face.

More than ten spirit mansions and more than ten thousand soldiers will all be slaughtered by the Lord of Death.

"The assassin of the Seven Jade Capitals...... It's really extraordinary, and when the matter of the Covenant Spirit is over, maybe we should investigate the high-level combat power of Baimu......"

Ji Xia said secretly: "If you can kill one or two of the peak combat power of the Lingfu Jade Capital, the pressure on Taicang and Dafu in the future will be reduced a lot......"

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