"Eighty thousand!"

"Eighty thousand fierce spirits!"

On the southern wall of the first city, everyone was shocked.

How many fierce spirits are there on this misty ice field?

This is the answer that everyone wants to know.

But for more than 2,000 years, no one has known.

After a while, the number of fierce spirits in the ghost mist reached 90,000, and it seemed that there was still a steady stream.

Feng Qingyan was dressed in white like snow, standing quietly in the sky, looking coldly at the fierce spirits below, and when no fierce spirits poured out, he shouted: "Follow me into the netherworld." ”

"Kill, kill, kill—"

One hundred thousand fierce spirits roared, bursting out with an incomparably terrifying murderous aura.

It seemed that the first city could be overturned, and even the great sages on the misty ice field were shocked.

"100,000 fierce spirits!"

"Who can stop it in this world?"

The great sage on the ice field stood in the air, looking at the hundred thousand fierce spirits in horror.

One hundred thousand fierce spirits swept towards the east of the city, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura that seemed to destroy everything. 100,000 fierce spirits are also like a torrent of steel, enough to set foot on any country and faction in the Zhou world, just as the flood will pass through the border and leave no grass behind.

At this time, even Daxian saw it and trembled.

100,000 fierce spirits is terrifying.

No one in this world can stop it......

At this time, the literati and soldiers on the southern wall of the first city saw 100,000 fierce spirits rushing away, and their hearts were not joyful, let alone excited, nor cheering.

It's fear!

For some reason, they suddenly became frightened.

They couldn't imagine what the world would be like if 100,000 evil spirits went south? At this time, they suddenly realized that it seemed that it was not a good thing that someone could control 100,000 evil spirits......

Who knows what the one who controls the evil spirit will do?

Countless people were trembling.

In fear.

At this time, in the sky of the northern city wall, everyone trembled with fear. They finally saw how terrifying the existence of 100,000 fierce spirits was when they gathered.

"If one day, canonization will be reversed from my holy religion......"

Zuo Shaozai's face immediately turned pale.

No way!

How can canonization be contrary to our holy religion?

Zuo Shaozai immediately denied it.

However, his face was still pale, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

The canonization was originally the common respect of the world, and the identity was unmatched, and now that he controls 100,000 fierce spirits, who else in the world can compete with the canonization?

By the way, what is the purpose of canonization?

Zuo Shaozai immediately came to his senses, did he really want to kill into the netherworld?

If 100,000 fierce spirits enter the Netherworld, not only can they get rid of the "weirdness" in the Netherworld, but they can also solve the evil spirits on the misty ice field.

Kill two birds with one stone.

It is indeed a good thing to canonize and bring 100,000 fierce spirits into the netherworld!

Many people, after being afraid, immediately think that it is better to go in and not come out again.

As for what will become of the Netherworld, it is no longer their business. Even if something changes happen, the Wanli Pavilion can continue to guard the Huangquan Ghost Land......

The great sages on the misty ice field couldn't help but glance at each other.

A moment later, Feng Qingyan walked through the east of the city with 100,000 fierce spirits and stopped in front of a pavilion. And in the back, there are countless soldiers and literati chasing after them, wanting to see how 100,000 fierce spirits can kill the "weird" in the netherworld.

"Canonized, do you really want to kill into the Netherworld?"

At this time, Zuo Shaozai flew over, not daring to get too close.

He wasn't afraid of Feng Qingyan, but the murderous aura that burst out of 100,000 fierce spirits was like substance, making his soul tremble a little.

Inaccessible.

Even the great sages could not shake the murderous aura of 100,000 fierce spirits.

"100,000 fierce spirits, it's not good to continue to stay on the misty ice field. Feng Qingyan groaned for a while, swept it at a glance, and could clearly feel the fear of everyone.

Zuo Shaozai nodded and said, "Come back safely." ”

"I will. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled, and said to the scribe in the Wen Pavilion in front of him, "Please also extinguish the Wen Lantern for the time being." ”

At this time, the scribe in the pavilion looked at the 100,000 fierce spirits in front of him in horror, and seemed to vaguely guess something, so he said, "Obey the order of canonization." ”

The lights go out.

Feng Qingyan nodded, and then took 100,000 fierce spirits to cross the Wenting Pavilion and kill them in the Huangquan Ghost Land.

When 100,000 evil spirits passed, the scribe hurriedly lit the lamp.

A few miles outside the pavilion, there are layers of yellow springs, like layers of stone waterfalls downward, as for the opposite side of the yellow springs, there is a strange void and darkness.

Feng Qingyan looked at it as he stepped down into the air.

Like a yellow spring flowing down from a waterfall, it flows down with the souls of the dead, flowing into the darkness of ignorance.

A moment later, Feng Qingyan faintly heard a terrifying battle aura below, and quickly walked down with 100,000 fierce spirits.

Huangquan is an incomparably terrifying existence to the living.

But for Feng Qingyan.

It's just ordinary yellow water.

Rumble!

A burly tower-like figure was fighting in the dark, and the aura that burst out of his body tore through the darkness around him.

At this time, General Wushang, like incarnating a mountain, suppressed the Huangquan ghost land.

Several "weird" heads couldn't be killed for a while.

At this moment, General Wu Shang felt a terrifying aura and a chaotic roar from above, and his brows suddenly frowned and looked back.

Evil spirits?

General Wu Shang was obviously stunned, and then his face changed suddenly.

100,000 fierce spirits?!

Moreover, in front of the 100,000 fierce spirits, there seemed to be a white-clothed figure.

"General Wushang, but follow me into the Netherworld?"

At this time, Feng Qingyan, who stepped into the air, also saw General Wu in the darkness below, so he said with a faint smile.

General Wu Shang was silent.

"Kill!"

Feng Qingyan's face turned cold, and he pointed at General Wu and shouted.

"Kill, kill, kill—"

100,000 fierce spirits swarmed up.

At this time, the murderous aura of 100,000 fierce spirits burst out, as if it was about to overturn the ghost land of Huangquan.

General Wushang's face changed greatly, and he was canonized to kill me!

Sanctification is going to kill me!

At this time, General Wu Shang immediately shot towards the rear, not daring to stay for a moment. Even if he was a righteous lord-level being, he couldn't fight against 100,000 fierce spirits.

A hundred thousand fierce spirits could tear him apart in an instant.

Kill, kill, kill!

100,000 fierce spirits slay into the darkness.

Those "weird" heads who were trying to escape were torn apart by 100,000 fierce spirits in an instant.

"Haha-"

At this time, Feng Qingyan laughed loudly, and walked into the netherworld with 100,000 fierce spirits.

General Wushang, who was hiding in the darkness in the distance, saw that the 100,000 fierce spirits did not chase him, so he stopped and looked coldly at the white-clothed figure who walked into the netherworld.

Canonization is not about killing him.

However, if he does not retreat, 100,000 fierce spirits will definitely tear him apart......

At this time, Feng Qingyan took 100,000 fierce spirits and went towards the Netherworld to kill, but as soon as he entered the Netherworld, he frightened countless souls and ghosts.

It seems that the "weirdness" near the ghost land of Huangquan has also been felt.

Flee immediately.

"Nether, I'm finally back. ”

At this time, Feng Qingyan stood in the dark darkness and felt a somewhat familiar aura, which made him feel like he was home.

Maybe the Netherworld was really his home.

......