Stormwind City, for more than a year, as more and more undead were killed, for a while, it suddenly quieted down, and not a single undead came ashore for half a month.

The disciples of the Fengshen Sect seem to have become accustomed to seeing three or two undead rushing ashore every day, but they haven't seen even one in the past half a month, and many people have begun to have doubts in their hearts.

Could this be the calm before the storm? Many high-level officials, including Liu Yue, gradually accepted such speculation. Both day and night, the number of patrols has increased several times, and tension is in the air.

Qingling hadn't been out for a long time, and she closed herself in the attic and devoted herself to the study of those white beads. In the halls of her room, hundreds of beads floated in the air. In Qingling's eyes, sometimes confused, sometimes revealed.

"Oh no! The army of the undead is coming!" a disciple exclaimed in a sentry post in the south, and then, a sound of alarm rang out that resounded through the sky, alarming everyone in the Fengshen Sect.

This alarm is a signal of the enemy's situation.

Han Bing stepped out of the Sealing God Tower, and his body came to the southern city wall in an instant. Behind him, the disciples who rushed in one after another rushed in like a tide.

Han Bing stood at the head of the city, looking at the scene in front of him, even if his face was still silent, his heart was already surging with turbulent waves. Less than a hundred feet away from the city wall, an army of the undead was coming in neat steps. Finally, it stopped at a distance of 50 zhang from the city wall.

"Master, this-" Liu Yue's face turned pale, and her voice began to tremble.

On top of the watchtower, the huge sword is already in place, and at the first order, it will break through the air. Han Bing felt that the aura of the disciples around him was a little unstable, the number of the undead army was too large, more than dozens of times more than the already Fang people, and in terms of momentum, it had far surpassed the previous army of the Xiuzhen Alliance. With such a formation, it is no wonder that the disciples are frightened.

Han Bing also felt a chill in his back. Although the walls and watchtowers have been built, it is difficult to withstand an army of this size.

Strangely, the army of the undead only quietly assembled 50 zhang away, and did not immediately attack. In the front rows of the army, there are warriors with swords, axes and shields, and the undead in the back are mainly holding magic staffs, and in the back, there are weapons such as siege vehicles, the more Han Bing observes, the more frightened he becomes. It seems that this clumsy undead still knows how to arrange troops.

"Master, what should I do?" Liu Yue asked in a low voice as she stood tightly beside Han Bing.

"Don't act rashly yet!" Han Bing didn't reply, his composure gave some encouragement to the disciples around him. Everyone looked at the army of the undead at this moment, and they were a little more calm.

A cold wind blew, and Qingling's figure appeared at the head of the city.

"Senior!" Liu Yue hurriedly hugged his fists.

Qing Ling's gaze swept over the army of the undead opposite, and her face showed a thoughtful look. In the palm of her right hand, Qingling's sword glowed faintly fluorescent.

The scene continued to be deadlocked, surprisingly quiet.

"They were waiting for something. Qing Ling said lightly, tilting her head, her gaze calmly swept over Han Bing, after a year of retreat, Han Bing's cultivation had actually grown to the middle stage of Huayuan, which was beyond her expectations.

"Wait and see. Han Bing nodded, and after his gaze briefly met with Qing Ling, Qing Ling looked away, and there was no joy or anger on his face. Han Bing was used to her cold and arrogant expression.

"It's coming. Han Bing said softly, and as soon as his words fell, there was a small commotion in the army in the distance, and a walkway was divided into the originally dense crowd. At the end of the aisle was an old man with gray hair. The moment Han Bing saw this old man, his face became even more solemn.

This old man alone, his cultivation has already surpassed him, if you look at it according to the level of human monks, the old man's cultivation should be regarded as the late stage of the transformation of the Yuan.

The old man wore a golden crown on his head and held a black staff, and his whole body was wrapped in a golden robe, revealing only a slightly pale green face.

The old man glanced up at the city wall where Han Bing was, and slowly walked to the front of the team.

"How can a humble human being break into the sea of death and slaughter my people?" the old man's voice was hoarse, but there was a strong coercion in his voice, which shocked everyone who heard it from the heart. As soon as his words fell, the originally silent army of the undead suddenly let out a neat roar, and the momentum was magnificent, and on the city wall, some disciples with low cultivation suddenly turned pale, and their bodies involuntarily retreated.

"Cough!" Han Bing coughed lightly, his right hand was in the center of his eyebrows, the Soul Devouring Staff came out, and on the tip of the staff's skull, a soft light flashed, instantly enveloping the city, and some disciples who were distracted suddenly felt much more relaxed under the soft light.

Outside the city wall, the old man's gaze was attracted by the Soul Eater Rod's appearance, and there was a hidden shock in his eyes.

"Dare to ask the old man, but the leader of the undead clan?" Han Bing stared at the old man, his voice unhurried. The old man's performance was naturally taken into his eyes, and the Soul Devouring Staff, after all, was the incarnation of a god-level magic weapon, and because of its own attributes, it had a strong suppressive effect on spirits such as the undead. It was precisely because of this that he was able to successfully subdue Qingling with the help of the Soul Eater Staff. The sword spirit is also a spirit body.

"Old man Qiu Ji, is the second-generation patriarch of the undead clan, the sea of death, rejects all living beings, please lead the clan to leave quickly. The old man's hoarse voice sounded again, with an unmistakable tone.

"Senior Qiu! Han led his clansmen here and disturbed the noble people, which was a lot of offense. However, Han can guarantee that he can live in peace with the nobles in the future and will never stir up trouble, how about it?" Han Bing groaned slightly and said loudly.

After Han Bing's words were finished, the court fell silent again.

Han Bing held the palm of the Soul Devouring Staff, beads of sweat, he didn't want to start a war unless he had to, once the war started, even if he could escape with the Ice Escape Technique, but the hundreds of disciples of the entire Fengshen Sect, including Liu Yue, seemed to have only one way to die, and moreover, the Fengshen Sect would disappear from now on.

Han Bing had been observing the old man's reaction, and after leaning a little, he continued: "Han knows that Patriarch Qiu is a highly respected person, and the noble people do not intend to be enemies of my Divine Sect, and the previous conflict was purely a misunderstanding. If there is any place where the nobles in the later stage can use the help of my Fengshen Sect, Han will definitely not refuse. What does Senior Qiu think?"

Qiu Ji still didn't say anything, and when Han Bing didn't know what to say next, a light and crisp female voice sounded: "Senior Qiu, juniors have a few saprophytic pills here, which can be given to seniors!" After speaking, the woman's fingers flicked, and a white jade bottle turned into a streamer, flew towards the old man, and was grabbed by the old man with one hand.

Han Bing was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of the voice, the speaker was Wang Qian, the third-grade alchemist who had defected from the alliance.

"Oh?" Qiu Ji's gaze fell on the jade bottle and said, "The old man has not seen the elixir refined by a human monk for a long time. That's it, this saprophytic muscle pill, the old man accepted it, and the previous things were also erased. However, the old man Qiu Ji is not a greedy person, and if there is this kind of elixir in the future, the old man will exchange it for treasures. ”

"Senior Qiu is polite. Han Bing clenched his fists and smiled.

Qiu Ji glanced at Han Bing again, turned to leave, and as he left, the army of thousands of undead followed.

"It's okay now, I actually have a powerful ally in the Divine Sect!" Liu Yue muttered as she looked at the distant back of the army.

Han Bing nodded, and his gaze turned to Wang Qian again, "Good job!"

The sect master praised it falsely, and the little girl only blurted it out just now. Wang Qian lowered her head, a touch of blush appeared on her face, and said in a low voice.