Tens of thousands of corpse puppets gathered in this valley.

It's no wonder that Li Shi Mingxuan sensed a large number of people, but there was no movement.

Under the miserable white moonlight, countless corpse puppets remained motionless, and their bodies were full of life.

It is like a well-trained soldier, forming a neat and orderly military formation, like the legendary army of hell.

The corpse puppet phalanx in front of you has a hundred in each vertical and horizontal, that is, a total of 10,000 corpse puppets.

In the valley in front of him, there are almost dozens of dense phalanxes, aren't there hundreds of thousands of corpse puppets?

Qingyang's face was solemn, and he was surprised in his heart.

During the Battle of Queshan, he had already eliminated tens of thousands of corpse puppets, and during the period when Yun Shuyu entered the Ghost and Witch Department, he also killed nearly 100,000 corpse puppets.

Even if the Ghost and Witch Ministry converged the people who died in battle and condensed them into corpse puppets, there should not be such a huge number.

Hiding at the edge of the jungle, Qingyang slowly observed a few phalanxes, and finally discovered the hidden secret.

Only a few of these phalanxes were corpse puppets, the other fifteen phalanxes were all living puppets, and a few corpse puppets were also very fresh.

Seeing this, Qingyang knew it in his heart.

As many as 150,000 live puppets are all wild people from northern Xinjiang who have been captured in recent months.

With such a newly formed puppet, the combat power is not very strong, but Qingyang turned his mind to the countless graves in the mountains and forests, and his heart suddenly sank.

No wonder there are so many graves in the mountains and forests, but I am afraid that those corpse puppets that have just been excavated are the hole cards of the Ghost and Witch Department.

After navigating the edge of the jungle and bypassing two ridges, Qingyang finally found an even more powerful corpse puppet.

Unlike the fresh corpse puppets, in the few phalanxes in front of them, the corpse puppets' skin was almost black, shining with an almost metallic luster in the moonlight.

"There are 30,000 old corpses!"

Qingyang judged in his heart that with such strength, he could not fight against the Xing State army with three hundred God of War Law Formation Formations.

"Roar~"

Farther away, the sound of a monster roaring caught Qingyang's attention.

It's a branch of the valley, and there's a rare warmth that keeps a small stream flowing here that doesn't condense in the cold of winter.

Qingyang had no intention of admiring the beauty of Xueying Hot Springs, and he stared at the valley with shocked eyes.

Above the valley, a thick black dead air swirled, sometimes condensed into a black cloud and floated, sometimes turned into a black ghost face roaring.

"Yin Samurai~"

Qingyang shouted silently in his heart.

With such a huge number of Yin warriors, there are more than 10,000 of them, so this is the real hole card of the Ghost and Witch Department?

Before the Yin Warrior was alive, the lowest was a junior totem warrior, and after refining into a Yin Warrior, the lowest was the strength of the Nine Rank Martial Cultivator.

And there are tens of thousands of Yin warriors in front of him, many of whom have a strong breath, comparable to the powerhouses of the five-rank warrior realm, and they are clearly dressed like ghosts and witches.

With the concealment of the Shadow Hiding Technique, Qingyang quietly approached the Yin Warrior Phalanx.

These large numbers of Yin warriors still have a lot of sludge on their bodies that have not been cleaned up, and the wet and foul-smelling sludge shows that they are all newly unearthed guys.

"It seems that these Yin warriors are all deep family backgrounds accumulated by the Ghost and Witch Department for thousands of years, but I don't know if they only have 10,000 or more!"

The powerful Yin warriors have developed their unique spiritual intelligence, but they are violent by nature.

Gathering tens of thousands of Yin warriors together, and without an enemy to attract attention, they have long been scarlet and roaring at each other.

If it weren't for the hundreds of wizards of the Ghost and Witch Division, holding spirit flags and desperately controlling them, I was afraid that they would fight.

In this small valley, there are not only hundreds of sorcerers, but also hundreds of priests and beast masters, and the number of the three is almost thousands.

During the battle of Queshan, in order to defeat Qingyang, Tai Xi and Shang Wu arrived together.

However, at that time, the Ghost and Witch Department, in order to unify the wild people of northern Xinjiang, attacked from all sides, and there were teams in the east, west, north and south of Daze, and only a dozen teams from the west of Daze attacked Queshan.

At this time, what is in front of him is the full strength of the Ghost and Witch Department, even if it suffered heavy losses in the war with Xing Guo, thousands of magic cultivators are still equivalent to the number of martial arts in the entire Xing Kingdom, which is worthy of a thousand-year inheritance.

These wizards, priests, and beast masters with high status in the Ghost and Witch Department looked uneasy at this time, as if they were full of fear for the future.

More than 200 strange beasts and fierce birds were lying behind their respective covenant beast masters, staring into the distance with fierce eyes, and the fear and fear in the depths of their eyes were still distinct.

Looking at their gaze, the warm source of the valley, a plum plant, two people hugging, flowers blooming.

Under the shadow of the trees, the three of them sat cross-legged, surrounded by dozens of people, standing quietly aside.

Even if they haven't seen each other for a few months, even if they are hundreds of zhang away, Qingyang can recognize Tai Xi and Shangwu at a glance.

Looking at another person, wearing a black cloak, with stars and crescent moon embroidered on his chest, flashing silver in the moonlight, Qingyang couldn't help but have a cold look in his eyes: "Black Wind Department!"

Nanfeng Yue's explanation is indeed right, the Black Wind Department will never sit idly by and watch the Ghost and Witch Department be destroyed.

Not only did he send Nanfeng Yue to the Qing clan to seal the land, but he also sent a more powerful priest protector to lead a team of priests to the Ghost and Witch Department.

The black-robed man who sat opposite Tai Xi and Shang Wu must be the priest protector.

People are born with five senses, and their minds are sensitive.

The more advanced one is, the more sensitive he is to the prying eyes of others.

It is said that the ancient cultivators were transcendent, even if others were thousands of miles away, as long as their names were mentioned and they were not good for them, they would feel their hearts.

Even if Shi Mingxuan repeatedly assured that his shadow hiding technique was absolutely reliable, Qingyang would never come close again after sneaking to a distance of two hundred zhang for safety.

Even if Nanfeng Yue didn't explain, the priest protector was equivalent to a few grades of combat power, but the Black Wind Department was able to ambush the left division ten years ago, causing it to lose nearly half, but Xing Guo had no ability to take revenge.

Under the High Priest of the Black Wind Clan, there are only twelve priest protectors, and this analysis alone is enough to see that the other party's strength is strong.

Qingyang lay in the shadow of the tree on his side, but he didn't look at everyone.

The eyes are slightly closed, as if they have not slept yet, holding their breath and concentrating, and their qi and blood disappearing, just like a mountain rock, quietly listening to the sound in the distance.

The moon is clear and the fog is condensed, and the petals are flying.

Falling on the three people under the tree, the faint fragrance of flowers could not make the atmosphere relaxed.

Tai Xi and Shang Wu looked ugly, the two glanced at each other, and shook their heads at the black-robed man together.

As the leader of the Ghost and Witch Clan, Tai Xi Yu spoke first: "Wind Protector, I am grateful for the kindness of the high priest, but it is not that the two of us do not know how to lift.

Even if we lose the battle against the Xing people, our clan still has 150,000 tribes, as many as 250,000 puppets, and there are tens of thousands of Yin warriors left by the ancestors, which are enough to keep the Xing people out of Daze.

In addition, there are wizards, priests, and beast masters, more than a thousand people, and when these are combined, they can almost have seventy percent of the strength of your department.

What's more, our clan still has thousands of years of accumulated wealth, treasures, and heavy weapons, but your ministry only allows 20% of the seats, which is a bit petty!" (To be continued.) )