Ghost Country.

Located in the center of the ghost country, the main palace shines a ray of light in the night, sprinkled on the earth, quiet and elegant, and people's mood can't help but be calm.

Although this area has long been called the Imperial Palace, it is actually extremely simple, just a slightly spacious courtyard built on a slightly manicured grass, with only a dozen rooms of all sizes, and all piled up with books and trivial items of life.

And the strongest person who holds the lifeblood of the ghost country, the lord of the ghost country, has always meditated here, not asking about the affairs of the eight cities.

At this moment, there was a solemnity in the palace of the lord of the country, and in the only neat and empty hall in the main hall, there were nine people sitting.

Sitting at the top was a young man, about the age of his early twenties, with a bronzed face that revealed a majestic aura everywhere, and his white clothes were a little wide, but he looked unusually decent.

On the left and right hands of the man are divided into two columns, and in each column sit four people calmly, men and women, old and middle-aged and young.

"This time is not trivial. A sturdy middle-aged man snorted coldly twice, full of annoyance, "Why do the people of the Six Realms seem to be crazy!"

"According to the news that came back from the inquiry, our ghost country is the last remaining unidentified area in the Six Realms, and those emperors are trying to enter the ghost country to find some opportunities, but it seems that there is some kind of power in the ghost country that is deterring those emperors, so those emperors have gathered a large number of people to attack the ghost country. Destroy my ghost kingdom first, and then enter to find what they want. A thin young man said slowly.

"The non-combatants are almost evacuated, aren't they?" asked the man in white at the top.

"Returning to the country, all the non-combatants have evacuated to the Western Blackwater City before dusk, and the vast majority of the combatants have also gathered in Liming City, and the remaining six cities have only left the central garrison, and they will definitely not let the enemy rush through Liming City and enter the hinterland of the Ghost Country. A heroic woman replied heartily, "It's just that the shelter hasn't been cleared out of the space crack that suddenly appeared a few days ago, but it should be okay to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people." ”

"Haven't that strange amber and the woman in the amber woken up yet?" the man in white then asked.

The woman shook her head and said, "I haven't woken up yet, so far I see that although she has a mysterious origin, she has no malicious intentions." ”

The man in white nodded slightly, and said, "That's good, this time my ghost country is the enemy of the Six Realms, and whether I can escape this catastrophe is a matter of words." Evacuation must begin as soon as possible, and there are no more details to be taken into account. Once the city is lost, the only way to hand over the ghost country to them is to wreak havoc, don't hesitate, understand?"

"Lord ...... Nation," a white-haired old man stopped talking, was silent for a while, and then spoke again, "As a last resort, let's liberate that power." ”

The man in white stared slightly, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "None of us can control that power, once it is used, the first person to pay the price will be us—the entire ghost country, including the people in the shelter, it is impossible for anyone to survive." ”

"But we can't hand over our home to others like this!" the old man said angrily, "The old man was born and grew up in the ghost country, how can he see the ghost country fall into the hands of others and let others trample on it!

The man in white smiled helplessly, he knew that such thoughts occupied the minds of the vast majority of people in the ghost kingdom.

The vast majority of the inhabitants of the Ghost Kingdom have long since lost any relationship with the Six Realms, and almost all of them are natives of the Ghost Kingdom, and the Ghost Kingdom is their everything.

If the monks of the Six Realms from outside want to destroy the ghost country, they are undoubtedly destroying the entire world in the minds of the people of the ghost country.

Since it was all destruction, the intense anger and hatred would rather set the entire ghost country on fire, and the inhabitants of the ghost country dragged those invaders into the flames and made them pay a terrible price for their ambitions and atrocities.

The man in white was silent, looking at the pair of expectant eyes in front of him, and finally let out a long sigh and said, "Your city lord has already expressed his stance before you came, let's say it." ”

"Dongfang Liming City, opposed. ”

"Southern Haotian City, agree. ”

"Northern Houde City, agree. ”

"Blackwater City of the West, against. ”

"Thunderbolt Northeast, agree. ”

"Northwest Fudo City, agreed. ”

"Southeast Mirage City, against. ”

One of the eight cities remained unspoken, and if he spoke against, an equal number of votes would mean that the plan would not be approved.

But no one waited for this result anymore, because the person who didn't say anything in the end was the old man before, the representative of the city lord of Southwest Fuyao City.

The white-clothed country lord widened slightly, nodded slowly but forcefully, and said, "I understand, since that's the case...... Once I'm going to die, or if my shelter is attacked, I'll break that seal and unleash that power to let everyone know the wrath of our ghost kingdom. I will also tell you how to crush the jade in each city, you bring it back to your city lord, and when the city falls, start the jade crushing. ”

As he spoke, the man stood up and said, "Go back, your city lord also needs every power he can use, the time is coming, and the battle is about to begin." ”

The agents of the eight city lords stood up one after another, saluted and said goodbye one by one, and in the end, only the man in white was left alone in the palace of the lord of the country.

The man in white, with his bare feet, stepped on the wooden floor, and slowly walked down the winding corridor into the atrium of the palace.

In the center of the atrium is an ancient tree surrounded by a wooden fence.

The ancient tree looks quite old, but the exposed roots are still coiled, strong and powerful like a dragon.

The man slowly walked up to the ancient tree, reached out and rubbed the somewhat cracked bark of the ancient tree, and let out a long sigh.

"The ghost country has existed in the world for countless years, and we have long forgotten the original intention of the birth of the ghost country, this time...... Is it finally time to uncover that unpleasant past?"

The man in white's expression was full of helplessness and bitterness.

He looked up at the starry sky above him, at the stars hanging thousands of miles high, and knew that time was approaching.

When the time comes, the ghost country will usher in the biggest catastrophe in history.

The ghost country, this small world with a radius of only four or five thousand miles, is really too difficult to survive in this catastrophe.

It's really a good idea to end up together.

Thinking of this, the man in white couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Fortunately, the truth is about to be revealed to the world, and the life and death of the Seven Realms will also be carved out in a few days. The man in white said with a sigh of indignation.

East, away from Ming City.

Liming City used to be known as the city that never sleeps, but at this moment, Liming City is silent and solemn.

At this moment, the population of Mingcheng is more than five times that of normal times, but it can't be lively.

Like the monks who were waiting outside the ghost kingdom, they were waiting for the same moment.

Compared to the excitement of those monks outside the ghost country because of greed, they were more frightened and a little sad.

The ghost kingdom is too small, and because it is too small, the battle is far less cruel and bloody than the battle of the Six Realms.

Almost none of the monks born and raised in the ghost land understood why it was not enough to win or lose the battle, but to gamble on life and death.

Such a battle made the vast majority of them full of fear.

However, there are also a few monks who are already full of longing for war and killing, and when they hear that the upcoming battle can mercilessly kill the enemy, they are filled with joy, and they can finally completely liberate the crazy emotions in their hearts.

A somewhat thin teenager sat on a bench, his sword in his hand, rubbing it gently.

He didn't dare to think about this sword on weekdays, the materials of the ghost country were scarce, and these sharp weapons all relied on the time when they were in contact with people once every eighty years, some monks risked their lives to go to the Six Realms to get it back, and many monks never returned because of this.

Because they are scarce, these sharp weapons are naturally extremely precious, and only those with outstanding cultivation can get them on weekdays.

However, tonight, he finally got a sharp sword from the city lord's treasury.

Although this sword is not top-notch, for his cultivation, it is already something that he didn't dare to think of in the past.

"You kid is going to war, too. A man with a patterned face interspersed between the crowd, whispering to people from time to time, and when he saw the young man, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, "You are a cultivator...... Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid......" The young man smiled a little reluctantly, his lips were a little pale, and even his hand was cut by the blade of the sword because of trembling, "But this is my home, as long as I am alive, no one will try to destroy my home." ”

The man was silent for a moment, then patted the young man on the shoulder heavily, and said, "You kid, live well, don't die, do you know?"

The boy nodded, stubborn and strong.

Like this young man, everyone here is afraid.

But fear will not dampen their determination and courage.

This is their home, and behind them is their family.

That's the source of their courage.

In the mansion of the city lord in the distance.

An old man looked slowly at the scroll in his hand under the lamp, as if the coming war had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until there was a "boom" sound in the distance, and the ground under his feet began to tremble, that the old man slowly closed the scroll and whispered to himself, "It's finally begun." ”