The soldiers, who were originally tired and frightened, suddenly shook their spirits.

The long river of culture runs through the sky, washing away the Terran coalition army.

Yin Ming's disciples also took up their pens one after another and followed their master to write war poems.

The long river is rushing, and the literary atmosphere is turbulent.

It's really like pulling down a river of heaven, washing the armor soldiers, and making it look new.

The soldiers' frightened hearts for half a day were greatly calmed.

Their tired flesh has also been relieved, and even a new strength has been born.

The body of each soldier exuded a faint light.

An illusory shadow emerged, like a transparent battle flag, enveloping each soldier and protecting them from the corpse spirit.

This line of poetry plays a role in determining the situation.

The army, which had been a little shaken, settled down at the time.

The soldiers began to assemble under unified command, forming small squads and waiting for the enemy to crawl out of the ground.

On the ground, bone claws poked out of the ground, already struggling to crawl out.

The shape of the bone claw is different, and the size is even more different.

Some are the size of a human head, while others are as tall as an adult.

The hidden torso underneath can be imagined how huge it will be.

The soldiers have attacked.

They struck first, quickly shattering the bone claws that crawled out of the ground.

But the bone claws seemed to be endless, and they were still sticking out of the ground.

Even the broken bone claws continue to peek out from beneath the ground.

A quarter of an hour later, countless dry bones had crawled out of the ground.

This is not a demon, let alone a ghost.

These monsters are all corpses and have no independent consciousness.

It's not life, it's just a monster governed by berserk instincts.

What's even more chilling is that there are many dry bones that resemble human races.

There have also been many Terran powerhouses buried here, and naturally there are also Terran bones.

These men fought for the Terrans in their lives and died in their deaths, and all of them had a lot of respect for them.

However, at this time, they are just monsters under the control of the corpse qi.

Although it was not a taste in their hearts, the soldiers had to swing their swords at each other.

The bloody battle began.

This is a difficult battle, more dangerous than against the demon clan.

Although the demon clan is ferocious, it also has life and thoughts.

When faced with a powerful enemy, the demon clan will also be afraid.

If you get hurt, the demon clan will also be in pain.

But these monsters are different from the dry bones, they are completely unconscious, and they do not feel pain.

They crawled out of the ground and rushed towards the Terrans.

It is not consciousness that controls them, but the desire and fear of life.

It's very contradictory, but it's this kind of monster that Wan Fuling bred.

The first batch of dry bones were easily knocked down, which surprised the coalition soldiers who were waiting for the battle.

It's like a hard punch in the cotton.

But then, a scene that made them even more creepy appeared.

The dry bones that they knocked down actually got up from the ground again.

Even if the lower half of his body is gone, the dry bones will crawl towards the coalition soldiers with two hands.

Even a fallen beast-headed skeleton can bite on its heel.

Beneath the surface, new dry bones are pouring out.

Moreover, there are larger, stronger dry bones.

Soon, the coalition forces discovered that conventional means were ineffective against these skeletons.

The dry bones must be shattered to a certain extent in order to wear out their ferocious instincts.

The strength of these dry bones has nothing to do with them during their lifetime.

The larger the dry bones, the more corpses will gather, and the stronger they will be.

The bones must be broken to at least three feet to stop their attacks.

In this battle, the people of Wenzong showed their skills.

To deal with these monsters, Wenzong's attack methods are more effective than his martial arts attacks.

The disciples of Wenzong were divided into two groups.

One group is writing poems to kill the enemy, while the other group is reciting scriptures to protect their companions.

The spirit is surging, and the monster that is attacked is like Qing Shui touching a soldering iron, making a "zizi" sound.

The disciples under Yin Ming's seat were also dispatched, and more than ten little saints were all making their moves.

However, this is still not enough to destroy the endless stream of dry bones.

Ten Thousand Burial Ridge is too terrifying.

This is the bones of the strong that were piled up countless thousands of years ago, and they are not at all something that their coalition army can destroy and purify.

Yin Ming and Huo Jiudao stood tall and airborne, and neither of them moved.

Yin Ming just threw out a scroll of primordial scriptures, and the horizontal bar was at the entrance to the southeast to stop the influx of the sea of blood.

However, the sea of blood is really terrifying.

For the first time, the primordial scriptures felt the pressure.

The Book of Songs manifests various visions to resist the erosion of the sea of blood.

However, it didn't last long for the vision to dim.

Fortunately, Yin Ming has endured the thoughts of countless literati and ordinary people, and his literary atmosphere is endless.

With this as a support, after all the visions are dimmed, they will return to the original scriptures to rest, and they will appear in front of the sea of blood with a galloping spirit.

At the entrance, the primordial scriptures and the sea of blood reached a delicate balance of continuous consumption.

Yin Ming and Huo Jiudao's attention was not at the entrance.

Yin Ming looked at the Ten Thousand Burial Ridge under him, and said slowly: "Here, there is still a great terror underground. ”

Huo Jiudao's expression was also very serious, and he said, "Yes, I underestimated this place before." ”

"It seems that none of these tens of thousands of demon soldiers have been able to trigger the true terror here. ”

Yin Ming nodded and said, "It's just that this weirdness floating on the surface is already terrifying." ”

"If these dry bones appear outside the Ten Thousand Burial Ridge in an organized manner, I'm afraid that the Black Tu Old Forest will be threatened. ”

Huo Jiudao said with a smile: "Although it is not what we want, but this time, it is to remove a disaster for the demon clan." ”

Yin Ming looked down at him, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

I don't know what the real horror of this underground breeding is?

Yin Ming and Huo Jiudao stood quietly in the air like this, watching the coalition army fight with dry bones.

If they strike, the casualties of the coalition forces will of course be reduced.

However, they will not be able to defend the coalition forces forever.

The tempering of blood and killing is something that the coalition forces must go through.

It's brutal, but it's real.

In fact, Yin Ming had already helped them by baptizing the coalition with war poems at the beginning and increasing their combat power.

Next, powerhouses of the level of Yin Ming and Huo Jiudao will not make any more moves for the time being.

Looking at the battle situation under them, Yin Ming and Huo Jiudao looked indifferent and seemed indifferent.

But no one knows what they feel in their hearts.

Today's casualties of the coalition forces have far exceeded expectations.

From the time of the expedition to this day, the total casualties of the coalition forces were less than 1,000.

But today, the casualties of the coalition forces have exceeded 6,000, and this number continues to grow slowly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, there will be a coalition soldier who will be killed by dry bones.

Let's smash some monthly tickets and reward them

(End of chapter)