"Senior cadre, how did you get to the border?" Murong Lan walked over quickly, and the people below also hurriedly made way to lure the cadre over.

"I also want to see the beginning of this big war!" the cadre said with a smile, followed by Emperor Fu Wushuang, originally Murong Lan let her stay in the empire, but she seemed to be disobedient again; ”

"Oh?" Murong Lan thought it would be too late, after all, it was not so easy for such a large building to be reduced to carry around, but he didn't expect that the cadres would be able to send the treasure in time on the "first day" of the army's departure, "Xiaoshuang has refined a piece of armor, I named it Wushuang Armor, I don't know what surprise the predecessors brought me?"

"Hehe, I may not be surprised, but frightened!" said the general with one eye open and one eye closed.

"Senior, today is the day of the expedition, don't scare us!" Murong Lan said with a helpless smile.

"Hehe, just kidding!" said the cadre, taking out a pitch-black glove from his arms, the fluctuations on it Murong Lan was very familiar, it was the fluctuations of Mo Yun. In addition, there is another phenomenon, but Murong Lan didn't sense it, that is, the moment this glove appeared, the people around him felt in a trance, as if their divine consciousness was being sucked by something, and they had to guard their divine soul tightly to get rid of this feeling.

"What's wrong with you?" Murong Lan asked as he looked at the people around him with bad faces.

"Lord Wang, I don't know what you used to defend yourself, but this glove has the effect of absorbing people's souls!" Su Jizi said.

"Oh, has this magic effect?" Murong Lan took the glove, and as soon as Shen Nian touched the glove, he was like a mud cow into the sea and disappeared.

"How?" the general asked.

"How did the senior kick it in his arms?" asked Murong Lan.

"Hehe, you really see things from a different angle!" the cadre smiled, "Well, I brought it here in disguise." The cadre took out another metal "pocket" from his arms and handed it to Murong Lan, "However, I advise you to refine it quickly!"

"Okay!" Murong Lan used his own blood to carve a mark on the glove, "But senior, how come this glove only has the right hand?"

"Do you have the power to devour in your left hand?" the cadre squinted at Murong Lan, "Besides, do you have a second ink rhyme?"

"One ink rhyme in exchange for such a glove?" Murong Lan was shocked, and he didn't know if Elder Qiandai would blame him for doing this.

"The power of your ink rhyme is still there, but the effect is not as good as before~" The cadre said as he touched his beard.

"Hehe~" Murong Lan laughed dryly twice, and continued to refine the glove, because Mo Yun was refined by himself, so the glove refining was still very smooth.

"Lord Wang, the army is still waiting, and the hour has come!" Jin Youli walked over and said.

"Oh, good!" Murong Lan walked back to his original position with his gloves, holding the Dark Dragon Blade, and the momentum on his body poured out like a tide, and the sky changed color. The millions of troops below all felt Murong Lan's momentum, and their hearts were also full of pride.

"Let's go!" After reaching the peak of his momentum, Murong Lan roared.

"Roar!" Millions of troops roared at the same time, and the roar resounded through the sky and never dispersed for a long time.

The purpose of the wind army was to bypass the mountains and reach a plain area to hide, where Murong Lan had already arranged for people to arrange a large phantom array, which was enough to hide the army. The destination of the Lin army and the fire army was the other two entrances of the ghost land, where there was also a phantom array, and after arriving there, they hid on the spot and waited for Murong Lan's order.

By the time the three armies had marched, the army of the dead had passed through the mountain valley to the North Sea, and began to make its way to the entrance to the Ghost Land, the entrance known to the world, guarded by ancestral corpses.

With the arrival of the Terran army, the Ghost Race realized that it was really as rumored by the Terrans, and that the Terrans were going to attack on a large scale - nearly 200,000 scout troops, how many people would be in the main force? That's not less than a million people, right? So the Ghost Race was really a little panicked, the civil strife was not settled, the foreign tribes were invading, and a large number of troops began to march towards the border adjacent to the Terrans.

What the ghost people didn't expect was that the Terran army fought extremely tenacious, and the two sides fought fiercely for more than a month, and the army gathered by the ghost clan was even more than 300,000, but it failed to defeat it in this month.

"How long are we going to hold out here?" asked the general of this army.

"Three days, as long as you hold on for another three days, you can leave here and regain your freedom!" said the young general, who was the general of this army of dead soldiers—Li Muyu, the son of Li Yi.

"General, are you telling the truth?"

"Naturally, my family's master, King Jialan, personally promised, is there any fake?" Li Muyu said with a smile.

"Well, let's hold on for another three days for freedom!" the strong man left with a few people.

"Mu Yu, it's time for us to go!" After a few people left, a voice came from the shadows under Li Muyu's feet.

"Lord Shadow Dance, let's wait until the evening before leaving!" Li Muyu looked at the busy crowd outside the tent, "In this way, the effect may be better." ”

"No, the master has already explained, and he must leave today!" Shadow Dance said firmly, "As for the effect, I don't have to think about it, what I have to consider is the master's orders. ”

"Okay! Then let's go now!" As soon as Li Muyu's words fell, the whole person suddenly entered the shadow, in addition to the shadow dance, there were three shadow clansmen, and after Li Muyu entered the shadow, they quickly evacuated this place with him.

Before dawn the next day, the ghost clan launched a round of attacks like this army, and this time without Li Muyu's command, the human race panicked from the beginning.

"These people are tired! Don't give them a chance, attack with all your might!" shouted the ghost general, and the ghost soldiers also attacked with all their might.

In less than an hour, the Terran defenses were breached.

"Kill them all!" the general of the Oni Clan ordered.

"My lord, it doesn't seem like the Terrans have any backup troops!" said a high-blooded young ghost clan.

"It's weird, what are these Terrans thinking?" the ghost clan general's eyebrows twisted together, this is too abnormal, could it be that they don't want these people's lives?

"My lord?" the young man asked.

"It's okay, after killing them all, continue to gather troops!"

"Why? They don't have a follow-up army!"

"Just in case!"

"Yes!" the young man turned and left.

Terran Frontier.

"It's almost time!Order the mountain army to move towards the ghost land, and the momentum must be loud!" Murong Lan ordered, "But the formation can't be messed up!"

"Yes!" Jiang Xiying ordered.

The army of millions of mountains marched mightily through the mountains, to the plains on the other side of the mountains, and then to the sea. After the mountain army arrived here, they built a defense on the spot, believing that the ghost land had received the news of the mountain army's march along the way.

Murong Lan stood in the air, looking at the army below that was maintaining the formation, "Jiang Xiying has worked the marching formation over the years!" At this time, Murong Lan was wearing the pitch-black glove on his right hand, in order to cater to this glove, Murong Lan also deliberately wore black armor, this armor was made in combination with the demon style, although it also had a certain defense, but in the eyes of Huangfu Wushuang, it was just for the sake of good looks!

"That's nature!" Huangfu Wushuang wrapped his whole body in armor, "Everyone worked hard for this battle!, by the way, my brother refined the ghost so quickly?"

"Of course!" Murong Lan nodded.

"I don't know how many people will die in this battle!" Huangfu Wushuang said with emotion as he looked at the million troops below.

"Well, so you can't even participate!" As he spoke, Murong Lan forcibly included Huangfu Wushuang in the battleship.

"Brother······· Huangfu Wushuang's shouts were completely ineffective.

Hauntland.

"My lord, the Terrans have indeed sent a large army, there are millions of people!" a spy reported to the ghost general.

"Your Excellency, you guessed it right, the Terrans really have a large army coming. The youth flattered.

"Hehe, although you have a noble bloodline, you are too young after all!" The ghost clan general was also very happy after being flattered, "But only a million came, I thought it would be more!"

"Recently, we have made great progress, and we have gathered 1,450,000 troops, and the Terrans are no opponent!" the young man said with a laugh.

"Don't be careless, it's better to be cautious and order the army to move closer to the Terran army!"

Ten days later, the two armies finally met, but neither side was the first to attack, and it was not known what was waiting for.