With the sound of this voice, the entire skull temple seemed to tremble slightly at the same time, and the "roaring ......" couldn't tell whether it was a human or a beast's howl, like a tidal wave pouring in, deafening. Then a miserable white skull, as large as a bucket, wearing a tattered iron helmet, figuratively appeared in mid-air. In the eye cave, there were two green flames, like its eyeballs, staring at Bai Qijun Soul and Ling Lang. The exposed gums grind against each other, and the scraping sound makes people feel uncomfortable and abnormal.

Gritting his teeth and hating it.

Rustling, clicking, clicking, rustling, and countless noises came from all sides and even underground. But it was a skeleton body, densely waking up. Ling Lang suddenly woke up, and it was rumored that under this skull temple alone, there were once buried the corpses of thirty or forty thousand soldiers.

Ling Lang knew that this ancient battlefield of Changping, when 450,000 Zhao soldiers were killed, so that every household in the Zhao country died, and every family added a new grave, and the resentment was depressed. In this land of 100 miles, all dynasties and dynasties, people with a heart do not know how many means, do legal things, build temples, build pagodas, and even move many descendants of Zhao back then, change their families and surnames, so that the ghosts here are involved in the bloodline, and will not harm people. But all kinds of actions are still only to maintain a superficial peace, and never dare to say that they are pure.

The war spirits are gathered, the anger is deep, and all of them are dying with resentment, each of them is several times more powerful than some ordinary dead souls in the world?

What made Ling Lang even more frightened was that there were far more than these tens of thousands of dead souls, and in farther away, there were more condensed skeletons that climbed up. These skeleton souls are either left with a skeleton shelf, or they are still fighting with swords, wearing tattered battle armor, and even some are half-kneeling, in the shape of bows and arrows, although most of them do not have bows and feathered arrows in their hands.

Except for a few of them with slightly intact battle armor bodies, the rest of the skeletons scattered all over the mountains were either missing arms and legs, or their heads were broken, and some of them had arrowheads, broken swords, and broken spears hanging from their bodies, with the Skull Temple as the center, and slowly moved over. Black smoke billowed and resentment soared. Even the heavenly yin hid behind the clouds, leaving the ground with a sea of ghosts and fires.

There are also a lot of souls, old and young, monks, Taoists and laymen, emerging in mid-air one after another, just like a small sampan in the wind and waves. I could only watch it high, and I didn't dare to make any other moves.

"Bai Qi, have you seen it? These military spirits who were killed by your orders back then fought with people, against heaven and earth, and did not want to be exceeded, nor did they want to be reincarnated. It's been more than 2,000 years, and I still can't wait to pick your skin, pump your bones, drink your blood, break your tendons, dig your heart, and eat your flesh, haha, do you still dare to come today?" Zhao Kuo laughed, and when the enemies saw each other, they seemed to be open-minded because of this.

Although this talented genius Zhao Kuo has left a joke in history, Ling Lang always feels that if he has enough time to polish, he may not be able to become a good general. It's a pity that when he was just starting out, he encountered a demon among demons like Wu Anjun, and he ended up dying to serve the country, and now he has a bleak end of a broken temple, which is really a pity and a pity.

"Zhao Kuo, at the beginning, you and I were our own masters, and the battlefield was fighting, there was no right or wrong at all. I, Bai, galloped on the battlefield, fought all my life, fought in Changping, and killed more than 450,000 people, although it hurt the heavens and the peace, but if I did it again, Bai would still do it." Bai Qijun's soul didn't have any fierce words, let alone a vibrating voice, just said it lightly, as if he was saying something ordinary for granted, but his tone was resolute.

Spring and Autumn Unrighteous War: Fight for land and kill people, fight for the city, kill people in the city. The national war is even more benevolent, between the soldiers, either you die or I live, of course, the trap killing of prisoners is tantamount to the torture and killing of unarmed civilians, which is indeed bloody and tyrannical.

It's just that at that time, the Qin State "broke the Changping Army, and more than half of the Qin soldiers died, the country was empty, and the food was exhausted". Bai Qi killed with a bang and became a human slaughter, and he had no merit with Qin at that time, and later generations could not say whether it was right or wrong. So if history were to repeat itself, he would have chosen to kill the 450,000 Zhao soldiers in vain, even if he would be infamous through the ages.

For no reason, Ling Lang suddenly thought of the 300,000 civilians in Jinling who were slaughtered by Rizhao State. The soul of Zhao Guo has not forgotten the hatred of killing and destroying the country for more than 2,000 years, which shows its bloody nature. And the Chinese people have only been around that tragedy for a hundred years, and many people have almost forgotten it. Well, the scar forgets the pain, and even many people can forget the shame for the sake of small profits, and serve the tiger and wolf as if they were guests, and in turn they are discriminated against by others, and they are unconscious.

That Zhao Kuo listened to Bai Qijun's words, and there was a brief silence, both soldiers, they all take destroying other countries and promoting their own country as their will, change themselves, put themselves in their shoes, they may be the same choice, the abuser and the abused are different.

"Bai Qi, in the tragedy of Changping back then, as a soldier, I, Zhao Kuo, can understand you. But as a Zhao person, a Zhao general, I only hate, this hatred of the three rivers and five lakes cannot be eliminated, and the mountains and mountains cannot be eradicated. You dare to go here today. "Understanding is understanding, hatred is hatred, hatred is hatred, no matter how long you have been for a thousand years, this has been praised by Bai Qi: If you don't die in the Battle of Changping, you will become a famous general in the world, and the scholar and Confucian handsome of the nemesis of the Qin State still choose not to forgive and not to forgive.

"In, in, in ......", 450,000 Zhao dead souls, led by eight skeletons dressed in costumes, responded in unison, and their voices swept the heavens and the earth. The nebula curtain on the body of Bai Qi's army soul was even more "boom", and suddenly burst out, opening his teeth and dancing claws, more vicious than usual, Huo Di attached to the soul of Bai Qi's army soul and tore it.

"Ang ......", the dragon king who has turned into a real dragon, is also abruptly presented, automatically protecting the master, and is going to devour those Zhao pawn resentments.

"Leave it to them, old man. "Bai Qi's military soul actually stopped the True Dragon King with a voice, and it seemed that he was determined to serve the soul with his body.

The True Dragon King glanced back at Bai Qi's military soul, and when he saw the latter's resolute expression, although he was at a loss, he still stopped his movements, and just gathered around Bai Qi's military soul, wanting to suffer with it.

In addition to the resentment of the dead soul, those countless skeletons also followed step by step, densely surrounding the white army soul, waving ghost claws, opening their bones, and really sucking blood and flesh to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

Bai Qijun's soul closed his eyes, allowing his soul body to be torn open and bitten by the resentful soul, and the flowing golden light poured out from the scars all over his body like a spring. Not a word, not a word.

Ling Lang, who had already been carried into the air by Guan Gong's Holy Soul, couldn't help but feel anxious even though he had been told in advance by Bai Qijun's Soul, and asked, "Jun Hou, wouldn't Wu Anjun's behavior be too dangerous?"

Guan Gong Holy Soul did not look at him, but looked up at the fierce yin wind and thick black clouds in the air, and said: "Wu Anjun is extremely wise, he has his own plans, without serving ghosts tonight, he has never been able to understand his thoughts, for thousands of years, no matter how many opportunities, he has trapped his hands and feet." Otherwise, with his eternal intention of killing gods, he has the protection of the true dragon, and the throne has been completed, not to mention the peak of the five realms?"

Ling Lang was silent.

On the second day, the long square area was covered with black mist, and the ghosts were crying and howling, and they couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and the villagers couldn't shine the lights, and they were extremely frightened. Only the Lianpo Temple in the Great Grain Mountain, as well as an unnamed six-story tower in Gukou Village, emitted a faint yellow light, like the dawn of the night, visible from afar.

On the third day, the Bai Qijun Soul Body had disappeared completely, leaving only a natal golden pill that was less than the size of a fist. The Baizhang True Dragon, who was also covered in bruises, had been nourished by the white army soul and thrown into Ling Lang's soul body, otherwise at this time, it was estimated that it would also be eaten away. More than 400,000 Zhao Zu soul thoughts, usually barely able to stop, but after all, it is not comparable to the "real" body of the dead soul of this ancient battlefield, endless, going forward and succeeding, even if the ordinary Buddha comes, the incorruptible body of King Kong may not be able to withstand it.

Ling Lang glanced at Guan Gong Holy Soul again, seeing that he was only frowning slightly, but without the slightest intention of helping, he opened his mouth and closed his mouth again.

On the night of the third day, Ling Lang couldn't see the specific situation inside at all, and could only sense it through his soul thoughts, the golden pill, which was already only the size of a ping-pong ball and had a dim light, was like a candle in the wind at this time, crumbling, and there was a possibility of collapse at any time. And in the distance, there are endless mutilated skeletons, slowly coming. They flooded the Skull Temple, turning it into a tall mountain of white bones, and from the outside, there was not a single gap.

Ling Lang was no longer patient, although he was in vain, in order to seek peace of mind and redeem himself, he had clearly told him. But thinking of everything that Bai Qijun's soul had done for himself, he couldn't watch it like this, he didn't allow such a famous general through the ages who would not have died well, even his soul body would fall into such a miserable situation, and he might eventually lose his soul, he couldn't help but shout: "Jun Hou." The voice was slightly angry, if Guan Gong Holy Soul still sat idly by, he was ready to do his best, even if it was useless, he would no longer think about the consequences.