"You say!" Once he is released, Song Tiande no longer cares about that, as long as he can kill Lin Yusheng, even if it is a bigger sacrifice, he is willing!

Poltier smiled: "It's very simple, the Blood Axe Ghost King wants ten years of revenants, and I only need you for a year, how about it?"

"Yes!" Song Tiande nodded and readily agreed, the souls of the ten years are willing to be sent away, and it is not bad for the souls of this year!

"Okay!" Poltier's eyes narrowed, and Song Tiande hurriedly said, "What's the good plan?"

"Well, listen!"

Poltier described the arrangements and plans in detail, and after listening to it, Song Tiande's eyes lit up, and he praised it repeatedly: "Okay, this strategy is good, it can kill Lin Yusheng, and it won't be too risky!"

"So that's it?"

"It's set!"

......

In the room next to the Book Hall, Lin Yusheng was sitting on a chair silently reciting the "Sage Sutra", and saw a faint glimmer on his body, which was almost invisible, but it was real.

If Zheng Shi'an is here, he will definitely be surprised, because this is the light of comprehending the Dao rules, once he comprehends the Dao rules and cultivates the law, Lin Yusheng's strength will reach a higher level, and his strength can be compared with the ghost king.

Just as Zhang Yuan, the Blood Axe Ghost King, said, Lin Yusheng was already in a semi-comprehension state, but unfortunately, it was too difficult to step on that threshold!

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many powerful sages have failed to step into that threshold, let alone Lin Yusheng's young age!

However, it is precisely because there are no chores to disturb him in the underworld that he can be distracted here and concentrate on studying, otherwise Lin Yusheng would not even be able to reach his current state!

After a long time, Lin Yusheng woke up from his silent back, frowned and whispered silently: "Strange, why do I suddenly feel restless?" He knew in his heart that everyone had a sixth sense, but some people were strong and some were weak.

After coming to hell, Lin Yusheng's sixth sense became stronger and stronger, and if someone behind him calculated him, he would feel it, but he didn't know what was happening.

"Forget it, if you come, you will be safe!" Lin Yusheng shook off the thoughts in his mind: "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, I've already died once, it's a big deal to die again!"

Soon, Zheng Shi'an came back from the shift and taught Lin Yusheng other books, and the time passed quickly.

On this day, Zheng Shi'an was on duty and recorded the information of the deceased.

I don't know why, the number of souls today is particularly large, and almost all the soul-attracting soldiers have sent their souls here, and Zheng Shi'an is very busy.

On the other side, Lin Yusheng was standing at the foot of the Soul Attraction Mountain, silently reciting ancient books, while staring at the Soul Attraction Mountain, if there was a soul full of resentment, he could immediately rush up.

Suddenly, the void above the Soul Attraction Mountain cracked, and the one hundred and fiftieth revenant of the day fell from the sky and fell among the many revenants.

"Well, that's right, one hundred and fifty revenant souls, that's enough!" Lin Yusheng stepped forward and beckoned, and his soul power poked out a little to summon these revenants.

These souls did not have an autonomous consciousness, and with the traction of Lin Yusheng's soul power, these souls immediately followed behind Lin Yusheng, passing through many soul-attracting mountains, and finally, Lin Yusheng sent the souls to the Shulu Palace.

When he arrived here, Lin Yusheng couldn't help but be taken aback, there were no less than ten soul attractors here, and Master Zheng was busy inside, and even his soul power was much weaker.

Fortunately, there are other ghost records to replace, let Master Zheng rest, otherwise relying on Master Zheng alone, I am afraid that my tired soul will be scattered!

"What's going on? Could it be that there is a war in the sun?" Lin Yusheng was surprised in his heart, in normal times, even if there were more teams, there were only one or two, but now there were ten!

A soul-attracting soldier needs to gather one hundred and fifty souls each time, and there are no less than ten soul-attracting soldiers here, which means fifteen hundred souls.

How can there be so many dead souls in peacetime? Only mutiny or war can be like this!

"It seems that the yang world is going to be peaceful again!" Lin Yusheng shook his head, there was not the slightest wave in his heart, if he was still alive in the yang world, if there was a war, he would also pay a little attention.

But now, he is already in the underworld, and it has nothing to do with him, not to mention, he can't do anything, he can only sigh lightly, the number of dead souls in the past few days is probably increasing day by day, and the work will be heavier again.

But it's nothing, just a few more trips.

Lin Yusheng didn't think much about it, he stood aside and waited silently, while silently reciting the ancient books, and suddenly, the souls in the team in front of him caught his attention.

"Huh?" Lin Yusheng looked at the dead souls in surprise, although the dead souls were souls, they still retained their clothes and general appearance before death.

The souls in front of them are all dressed in a military uniform, but they are very different from the soldiers of the French Dynasty and other major countries, and they are dressed simply and roughly, except for a heart guard on their chests and iron rings on their wrists, they are all dressed in single clothes.

After only a few glances, Lin Yusheng recognized the identities of these people, they were all soldiers on the Far Eastern Prairie!

Looking at the countries, only the soldiers of the Far Eastern Prairie are dressed like this, the last time, the envoy group of the Far Eastern Prairie came to visit the French Dynasty, Lin Yusheng followed the King of Mang Lin Zhonghe to greet him, and he saw the clothes of their envoy soldiers.

Although the costumes of those soldiers of the envoy regiment were different from those of these dead souls, there were still similarities, so Lin Yusheng recognized them after only a few glances.

Lin Yusheng was secretly shocked: "Could it be that the Far Eastern Prairie has been invaded and impacted?"

The vast land and vast grasslands of the Far East, coupled with the pure river water, make the prairies strong and strong, and many countries covet them.

Not only those countries that are close to the Extreme Eastern Grassland, even if it is on the Extreme Eastern Grassland, it is not monolithic, as far as Lin Yusheng knows, the grassland where his Andatürk is located is only the most powerful tribe in the Extreme Eastern Grassland, and there are no less than five equally powerful tribes near it.

Since they all live on the grasslands, these tribes are all physically strong, but at the same time, they also covet the grasslands that are more abundant than their grasslands and water sources.

Especially many years ago, the Khan of the Far Eastern steppe led the tribal warriors to attack the French Dynasty and failed, resulting in serious damage to the tribe, which is likely to cause other tribes to covet and peep.

Although the Far Eastern steppes now pay tribute to the French Dynasty, it does not mean that their internal voices are unified, and it is possible for wars to break out between tribes.

Lin Yusheng was worried, but now that he was in the underworld, what could he do?

......

In the yang world, the junction of the French Dynasty and the Far Eastern Prairie, there are two huge armies hoarded here, one side is golden helmet and iron armor, the number is enough to 200,000, the black pressure is overwhelming, and there is no edge in sight, in front of the troops, holding a high banner with a big character written on it: "Side!"

Since the death of King Mang Lin Zhonghe, the French Dynasty has quickly eliminated all of Lin Zhonghe's former subordinates, and at the same time, many powerful people have emerged, and Bian Yong is one of them.

Opposite him, there were 100,000 grassland warriors, their clothes were simple, only on their chests and wrists for protection, but their momentum was like a rainbow!

In the ranks of the prairie, a large flag was also erected, on which was written a big word: "Figure!"

The person who led the team this time was Lin Yusheng's Andatürk!

Automatically learning that Lin Yusheng was killed, Türk's heart was like a knife, and after a few nights of insomnia, he vowed to avenge Lin Yusheng.

With the support of Belam Khan, Türk quickly stood out among the steppe warriors, and although he was only nineteen years old this year, he was very wise and superior in force, and won the joy of the tribesmen.

After less than a year, Türk sent troops to annex two tribes of similar strength to them, and the momentum became huge for a while, and the other tribes were also subservient.

In this short period of less than a year, the entire Far Eastern Prairie was rapidly unified!

Then, Türk pointed the finger at the French dynasty!

Lin Yusheng's death and the death of his ancestors made Türk hate the French Dynasty very much!

In Türk's heart, he really regards Lin Yusheng as a friend.

The simple and rude life of the steppe people and the despisance of other countries have always made Turk angry, which makes Turk vow in his heart that he must develop and grow the steppe tribe strongly.

But what he didn't expect was that when he went to the dynasty, Lin Yusheng not only did not despise them, but praised him, and admired their grassland life, which made Turk grateful in his heart, so there was a matter of the two becoming Anda.

"Lin Yusheng, my good brother, my good Anda, today, I will collect some interest from these executioners!" Türk rode on his horse, staring at the French army on the opposite side with a fierce look.

"Warriors of the steppe!"

Türk glanced at the army under his command and shouted: "The blood of the ancestors has flowed here, and their heroic souls are also under the protection of the Eternal Heaven, watching here, no one can let the steppe people shed blood in vain, they must pay the due price!"

After speaking, Turke waved his hand and shouted, "Kill!"

With a bang, the entire army seemed to have exploded, and the earth-shattering roar and shouting of killing rose to the sky, and the snow-bright scimitar rushed into the opposite army along with the war horse.

Similarly, the armies of the French dynasty rushed here.

The two sides of the people and horses were scuffled together in an instant, blood splattered, stumps and broken arms flew sideways, and in an instant, blood stains covered the place.

As the saying goes, there are more than 10,000 people, boundless, as far as the eye can see, on the battlefield, the black pressure is overwhelming, the crowd is crowded, from time to time flying out of the stump and broken arm, and from time to time there are screams.

On the battlefield, either you die or I live, it's extremely cruel!

"Despicable and shameless French Dynasty, use your blood to pay tribute to the soul of my Anda!" Türk roared in his heart, drew his scimitar, and rushed into the battlefield.