At that time, the capital of Pozi country.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the armor light opened to the moon and golden scales.

The magnificent city, which was once prosperous, is now in shambles.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground, rivers of blood flowed, countless soldiers and civilians died tragically on the streets, and the sound of swords and swords resounded in the sky.

In Yangqi's ancestral hall, blood has been stained with statues.

The ground was full of cracks, and groups of demonic men in black were still pouring out of it.

I saw them all dressed in black robes, holding scimitars in their hands, with black veils on their faces, and their eyes like torches, walking through the streets, like black clouds, and no one survived wherever they passed.

The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple.

The huge capital, only in the palace is still a safe place, the king and his ministers are hidden in the main hall, the few remaining army guards are guarding the periphery, with the blessing of a large number of Potuo, they can still have the strength to fight with those ghost soldiers, but no matter how they fight, they can never kill even one ghost soldier, all they can do is to try their best to stalemate and delay. It's been nine days, since the ghost soldiers appeared, they have been fighting for nine days, if it weren't for the strong Pozi army, maybe the country would have been ruined, even so, the defense line is still gradually shrinking, in the evening, the ghost army has already entered the palace gate.

The blades of both sides clashed together, and the faces of all the soldiers were extremely grim, and the colossus of the king in the middle of the palace looked down at all this, and seemed to be shaking.

"Report! King! The palace gate has fallen! General Ji Song is dead! ”

A soldier rushed in with a trail of blood, and the king was so shocked that he almost jumped from his throne.

The civil and military officials were panicked for a moment, and their faces were pale and trembling.

"What a good thing that is! Shall we all die here today? ”

"The old man has long said that this is the sin of the gods, and the gods are sins......"

Everyone talked and gossiped, and the king slowed down for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked almost tremblingly, "Is there any news from General Yangqi?" ”

The soldier's face sank, and he kowtowed in response: "General Yangqi Feige passed the book, and he returned from the Qin capital three days ago!" ”

"What?! Three days ago?! A Wenchen was weak on the spot and almost fell over, "Even if they can travel thousands of miles a day, I'm afraid they are far away from the desert at this time!" …… It's over, it's over! There is no way out! ”

When the king heard this, his heart suddenly turned to ashes, and he leaned his back on the throne fiercely, his eyes glazed over, and he was speechless for a long time.

The fighting was getting closer, and it was clear that the army was on the verge of collapse.

Those black-robed people are extremely strong, the scimitar in their hands is superb, even if they are one enemy and five, they will not fall behind at all, even if there is Po Tuo present, they can't get close to the black robe army at all, the most important thing is that even if a soldier is lucky enough to hurt them, the wound will actually heal in an instant, the reason why they are called ghost soldiers may be this reason, compared with Po Tuo, obviously they are more like monsters.

As the night deepened, the sound of fighting was already close at hand.

Everyone in the hall could clearly see the sword light and sword shadow reflected on the window paper, and blood splattered up from time to time, causing everyone to exclaim.

The king held the sword in his hand, but he trembled uncontrollably, and whether he still had the strength to slash was really uncertain.

One of the black-robed men stood in the corner, silently took out a book and wrote several lines on it.

"The country of Pozi is extinct."

At the same time, the book records the route they took to find this place.

In fact, this is the Evil Spirit Handbook, which is not an atlas, but a record of the destruction of all the demon soldiers who once knew their immortal arts.

It's just that no one knows about this layer anymore, and through this story, even if future generations can make such associations, it is only speculation and cannot be verified.

Many historical facts can only remain a mystery forever, and there is no way to change them.

And when this crisis was in place, two fast horses rushed into the capital.

"The sun and the moon are infinite, and the universe borrows the law!"

I only heard a shout, a thunderbolt descended from the sky, gathered in the palm of the comer, and erupted into a fierce roar, outside the palace, a group of ghost soldiers suddenly turned back, and before they could make a move, the thunder light had already struck head-on, blasting them all out.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Yang Qi drew his sword and roared, slapped the horse and killed, and the Puguan Taoist thundered and advanced, and a road was killed in an instant.

"Uhh——!h

I only heard dozens of screams one after another, Yang Qi slashed left and right, an afterimage crossed, and the ghost soldiers on both sides were all separated and fell to the ground, this is a fatal blow, even if this group of ghost soldiers have the ability to regenerate and create, but without a head, it can only be a life.

The two of them under the crotch is a good horse, and there are Puguan Taoist self-created psychic skills, which can increase muscles and build bones, with the blessing of psychics, the two of them travel more than 3,000 miles a day, and they just happened to catch up.

The two of them were like two gods, galloping all the way, no one could get close to them, almost in the blink of an eye, the two of them rushed into the palace, the ghost soldier who was recording looked up, a cold light had crossed the neck, and the ancient book fell on the yellow sand, and since then it has stayed quietly for a thousand years.

It wasn't until later that a man named Cheng Di discovered it.

"General Yang Qi! It's General Yang Qi who is back! ”

When many soldiers saw the familiar figure, they were greatly excited for a moment, and couldn't help shouting in unison, and in the main hall, the king and others vaguely heard the shouting, and their hearts came to life again in an instant.

"Yang chess? …… Is it that Yang Qi is back?! The king asked, almost screaming.

"Your Majesty—it seems—it seems to be—it seems to be—General Yangqi has rushed back to Your Majesty!" A minister raised his hand and shouted, for a time the old tears were rampant, the ministers saw this, and then hid their faces and wept, the king was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and shouted with great excitement: "Heaven will not kill me!" Heaven will not kill me! ”

Before the words fell, the door of the hall opened suddenly, and Yang Qi and Puguan Daoren both rushed in.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please move quickly! Our army has suffered heavy casualties, and the ministers swear to defend His Majesty to the death and break out of the siege, and then seek another way! ”

Yang Qi knelt on one knee, his sword standing on the ground, panting, the blood of the enemy had stained his clothes, turning into a red robe.

"Good-good-go-go!" The king was overjoyed, and staggered down from the throne, and ran after Yang Qi, and the hundred officials hurriedly followed, Yang Qi turned back and shouted to the many soldiers: "Follow me!" Then the group hurried out of the palace.

There is a yang chess in front of the way, no one can stop it, and the thunder and lightning of the Puguan Taoist people roared together, blocking the ghost soldiers behind them, and everyone was able to escape.

Out of the capital, everyone did not dare to stay, and continued to flee all the way east, until they reached a deep mountain that was inaccessible, and the king ordered the army to stop, thinking that the ghost soldiers had lost their traces.

"I can't imagine that my big country is now ruined!" In the midst of a mountain col, the king threw his sword to the ground and said in amazement.

Yang Qi was on the side, sighed deeply, and replied: "Fortunately, the king is safe, and we still exist, and we can rebuild the kingdom here, and the future will be long." ”

The king thought for a while, and felt that this place was secret and should be safe, so he nodded and said, "Just according to what Aiqing said." ”

As a result, since then, there has been another ancient country of Pozi in the Tarim Mountains.

The city was gradually built, and although it did not have the glory of the past, it could at least be sheltered in.

As a guest envoy, the Puguan Taoist also stayed here for a period of time, which can be regarded as a way to catch up with Yangqi.

The king grew old, perhaps due to his state of mind, and the sense of time that he had not seen for a long time reappeared in him. The elixir given to him by the scorpion messenger decades ago was running out, and with each one consumed, its effectiveness seemed to be weakened, and the exploration of the art of immortality had been fruitless.

There may be more than ten years to live, but this number is too short for the current king to be short.

After all, he had already tasted immortality.

Perhaps because of this, the king's temperament has become more and more violent, in the past few decades, many of the alchemists he has raised, although they have never discovered the art of immortality, but they have not been blamed too much, but in this short period of one month, dozens of alchemists have been killed by the king.

"This king will give you another half a month, if you can't find the secret of immortality, you will all die to apologize!"

One day, the king issued such an order.

The people were panicked, and under pressure, they could only make up an uncertain conjecture.

Red crystal coffin.

Since ancient times, there has been a secret method in the country of Pozi, after a person dies, he is placed in a red crystal coffin and disposed of, which can protect the body from decay for thousands of years. The scholars suggested that an altar of resurrection could be built under the royal city, and if one day, the king would be buried in a crystal coffin, accompanied by the elixir of longevity, to protect the body first, and then find people and animals, and sacrifice the essence and blood to make the king reborn.

This is a very clever suggestion, and the clever thing is that whether the king believes it or not, he cannot verify it, and only after the death of a person will know whether it is true or false, and then, if this law is really valid, the priests and others will not be guilty, and if it is invalid, no one will punish them.

Eventually, the king chose to accept this suggestion, and an altar of resurrection appeared beneath the royal city.

After October, the overall situation gradually settled down.

One morning, in the guest house, the Puguan Taoist dreamed of Fang Jue, and Yang Qi came to visit.

"Brother Dao, just now the king decreed, there will be a banquet tomorrow, one is the completion of the altar, the other is the work of saving a certain driver, a special invitation, and Brother Dao is expected to attend with a certain one."

Puguan Taoist smiled when he heard this, and said: "Isn't it that Brother Tai wants to borrow flowers to offer Buddha?" ”

Yang Qi "haha" a few times, then nodded and said: "Brother Dao has been tired all the way, and I should be grateful for this trip." ”

The Puguan Taoist was not polite, and immediately agreed, and happily responded: "That's good, brother Tai rest assured, the old man will definitely go to the appointment." ”

"So, thanks." Yang Qi said, and the two talked for a long time before saying goodbye.