Zhong Zheng's consciousness returned to the Qucheng Ghost Domain.

In front of the wooden sign in front of him, the smoke had already dissipated.

Fan Wusu next to him couldn't hold it back, and when he saw him open his eyes, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask, saying:

"Brother Zhong Zheng, what did Lord Fujun say?"

Zhong Zheng was concise and said:

"Xudu is the enemy of the underworld, and we must defend this ghost domain for the lord of the palace. ”

"Good...... It's good that you don't blame you. ”

Fan Wuxu's eyes lit up slightly, nodded, Zhong Zheng turned his head, looking at it from such a high place, he could overlook the ghost domain of the entire Qucheng, Qucheng is a big city, and the ghost domain is also huge, basically about the same size as the Qucheng in the world.

Zhong Zheng strode out with his sword in his hand.

Hold on!

Not only to defend, but also to take this opportunity to show the power of our underworld to the nine continents of the world!

He quickly obtained information about the Yin Luo Corps from the treasury of certain forces.

It was a brief picture in a jade slip, one side was the power of an entire ghost domain, and the other side was a corps of three thousand ghost cultivators, but these three thousand ghost cultivators had at least reached the peak cultivation of ghost pawns, more than three hundred, thirteen ghost generals, and one ghost king.

The ghost king was wearing ancient armor, and his expression was indifferent, with arrogance and contempt.

With almost harsh tactical movements, they defeated and strangled tens of thousands of scattered ghost cultivators.

Easily defeat the entire ghost domain.

In the end, the terrifying battle array was lit up, occupying all the picture, Zhong Zheng's body seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, but he was determined to look at this last shocking scene, three thousand elite battle array monks, and finally erased a ghost domain of more than 100,000 ghost cultivators, and he was unscathed, reorganizing the battle array.

This scene told Zhong Zheng with an extremely cruel record, why the Soldier Repair Regiment is the real killer weapon between the big forces, Fan Wusu, who was also watching this scene, suddenly contracted his pupils, and the shock in his heart was even greater, he was not afraid of the ghost king, but in the end, could he take it after such a battle array?

He can dodge, but he has to be distracted.

This also means that he will never be able to exert his full strength, and his mind will be restrained.

Fan Wusu turned his head to look at Zhong Zheng, who was the main general, worried in his heart.

But Zhong Zheng just said that he should go out to maintain order, and said nothing else, and since that day, Zhong Zheng has locked himself in a narrow and closed place, day and night, and never goes out, looking at the battlefield picture over and over again, as if he is crazy.

He constantly analyzed the battle formation style of the Yin Luo Corps.

He has experienced the battlefield a hundred times in the white space and accumulated his own perceptions, but these perceptions are not enough in front of the real big force corps, Zhong Zheng told himself that it was not enough, he reviewed it over and over again, deduced it, and reconstructed his experience with the style of the Yin Luo Corps.

Go and deduce the battle situation for yourself.

He used the yin who didn't know fear and panic in the white space as his opponent to reconstruct the battlefield.

Over and over again, ten times, twenty times, until I forgot how many times.

His expression was unusually focused, and the prince of the palace gave him great trust.

You have to win!

This is his reason, but after this reason, he himself doesn't know why he is so high, that originally calm heart, when he saw the Yin Luo Corps, he actually rose a scorching emotion like a flame, he wanted to win, he didn't want to lose, he wanted to lead the underworld behind him to win constantly.

It was a burning desire.

Three days later, Zhong Zheng walked out of the retreat room and saw the worried Yin Difference outside, and the Yin Cha were all relieved to see the Lord coming out, and Fan Wusu saw that his eyes were already red.

After Zhong Zheng came out of the customs, those original ghost cultivators in the Qucheng Ghost Domain saw that this strange army suddenly began to operate rapidly, Zhong Zheng's orders were passed down one by one, and they directly opened the treasure house of the Qucheng Ghost King, and then a large pile of coveted pills and armor were brought out.

Zhong Zheng ordered the recruitment of troops, and set up a platform in the center of the entire ghost domain, as long as the ghost pawn realm cultivated, he could join the second-level auxiliary corps, and as soon as he joined, he could immediately be divided into superior armor, the best weapons, the best elixir, and the authentic Xuanmen ghost cultivation method to teach.

The existence of those great forces watched coldly and sneered.

Could it be that these guys think that recruiting troops at this time can be of any use?

It's just stupid cannon fodder.

But they thought like this, those low-level monks didn't know, they just saw that the upright bodies, wearing clean battle clothes, and high-willed yin cha really brought out a lot of treasures, as well as high-quality pills, as long as they came up and joined the second-layer team of the corps, they could immediately get a copy, and their eyes were on fire.

They have been oppressed for hundreds of years!

I have already cultivated the ruthless temperament that I will not let go of even the slightest benefit, and I can even sell my life for the sake of the elixir, this has such a great benefit, how can I let it go? Anyway, I can't escape the weak strength and death, or the life of being caught in cultivation, and only by seizing every opportunity to improve myself can I survive.

Almost a large number of people flocked over to join the Ghost Cultivation Corps, and Zhong Zheng did not refuse to come, and ate them all.

Then, after screening, the number of Yin Jie swelled to a staggering 18,000.

In order to arm these guys, the treasure house of the Qucheng Ghost King was emptied by half.

Those members of the so-called forces in Qucheng, seeing that the low-level monks they looked down on in the past were wearing high-quality battle clothes and magic weapons that emitted precious light, their eyes were red, but they still sneered in their hearts, maintaining their dignity, and secretly scolded that they were just cannon fodder, what was their spirit?

A few days later, under the front of the Yin Luo Corps, he must have died and didn't know how to die.

Thinking of this, they feel a lot more comfortable.

Zhong Zheng promoted all the Yin Errands who had experienced a hundred wars to the rank of Captain.

Each Yin Cha led five recruited ghost cultivators.

Then began the crazy drill, these gangs of yin were trained under Fan Wusu's hands, they were trained to be miserable, crying dad and calling mother, and their hearts were unpleasantly powerful, but when it was their turn to start training ghost cultivation, they were ruthless compared to Fan Wusu, one by one with a stiff face, quickly walking through the formation, shouting and scolding and admonishing.

Zhong Zheng tells them that there will be enemies in the future.

These gangs of yin cha first accumulated enough experience in the white space.

Then he captured Qucheng, the illusory experience turned into reality, one or two of them braved the elite of a hundred battles, and they were full of confidence in the underworld, and now they had soldiers under their hands, and they devoted everything they had to train their subordinates, and they also competed with each other, if their subordinates lost, their faces turned black, and they would go back and practice.

Those Qucheng ghost cultivators now knew that they had walked into a place with a ghost, but it was too late to run.

I can only grit my teeth and carry that kind of training to the death.

Because the training of these underworld shadows is heavier than all of them, they can't say anything.

When these newly joined ghosts collapsed to the ground, the yin chasers stuffed pills into their mouths one by one.

This elixir is also the treasure of the ghost king of Qucheng.

Now with an order, don't stuff it into your mouth like money, so that the eyes of those ghost cultivators are red.

The low-level ghost cultivators themselves are very oppressive, almost none of them have taken any pills, the pills are already an exaggeration of their good effects, at this moment, they have squeezed out the last ghost power in their bodies, and swallowed this pill, they can't bear it one by one, their bodies are a little swollen, and then they take the opportunity to practice the law of the underworld, and they are almost flying compared to the past.

Almost every day, there are breakthroughs in the cultivation of ghost soldiers, and the sound of raising their heads and roaring is endless.

At this moment, there was a long howl after a breakthrough.

The high-level members of the ghost cultivation family in Qucheng, as well as those family masters, all hated it in their hearts, and now the more the army consumes the elixir, the less it will be in their hands after that, how can they not let them hate it so much? But let them go to this group of troops now, they don't dare.

Even if this is just a miscellaneous army, it is also a forced defeat of the Qucheng Ghost Domain.

People can't beat the drunken capital, can't they clean them up?

Wait, wait for the Yin Luo Legion to come, and see how you die!

While comforting themselves in their hearts, they thought about how to get the most out of the benefits, and they fought with each other openly and secretly.

Ten days later, the Yin Luo Legion appeared thirty miles away from the Qucheng Ghost Domain.

PS: Today's second update......