The flowers are sparse and the sky is light, and the clouds come to count the snow.

The temperature has dropped considerably, the sky is snowing lightly, and the pine forests are covered with a layer of snowflakes.

With Nezha here, the army led by Zhang Guifang not only penetrated Chuzhou, but also went around Qinzhou behind Xiqi and completed the encirclement in the general direction.

Nezha is the son of Ying Zheng, but his mind is not yet mature, and he has now been ordered to guard Qinzhou and recite the Huang Ting Sutra given to him by Duobao every day.

It was true that he was born in response to the calamity, but he was also a cultivator, and if he continued to kill non-stop, he might be controlled by the demons in his heart.

Last month, the Great Shang army entered Xiqi territory and is now nearing the completion of the siege of Qishan.

In the handsome tent, the woman was looking at the battle report of the military aircraft.

Xiqi resisted stubbornly, even if it was surrounded, and he was unwilling to give up any city easily.

And the big merchants, on their part, will not accept the surrender of any traitor.

All the rebellious princes and nobles who were captured alive, including their families, were transported to the court as sacrifices to the gods.

The cold wind blew into the tent, Su Hu opened the tent and came in, saluted respectfully:

"Tell Mu Xin, the 500,000 army led by Wen Taishi has reached the periphery of Qishan."

The woman nodded and said lightly:

"Well, the herald Taishi, repair in place and wait for the military order, and prepare for the final decisive battle."

Su Hu hugged his hand, "Yes." ”

Being able to be personally commanded by the ancestors who made great achievements in history is the dream of the great merchant generals.

Just like when the barbarians in the west were pacified, from the beginning of the war, the woman completely hung up Xiqi who had no ability to deduce and fight.

Any tactics of the rebels were transparent in her eyes, and the mountains and rivers of Xiqi were completely engraved in her mind.

Now Xiqi has given up the conspiracy and tricks, and is stubbornly defending the natural danger and several important cities on the periphery of Qishan.

They knew that it was useless to surrender and that all of them would be sacrificed, so they would rather die on the battlefield than on the altar.

The woman advanced steadily, began to shrink the encirclement, and wanted to concentrate all the rebellion of Xiqi in Qishan, and then solve it in one go.

To be honest, it was also the first time that she had commanded such an army of more than two million men.

The first thing to do after the war is to disarm, after all, the land still needs to be planted.

After a while, Zique lifted the tent and walked in.

Another enemy of Xiqi who used the blood of the Great Witch to strengthen his body had already fled back to Qishan.

Like Nezha, he broke through Pizhou alone in the north.

Now it appears on the frontal battlefield to prevent the enemy from jumping over the wall and slaughtering the great merchants.

From September to now, the karma of the battlefield has been so thick that a little contamination will cause the spiritual platform to be dusty, and thus attract the attention of the calamity.

"General, when is the time for the general attack?"

Zique bowed slightly, that is, the past has become history, and he has not forgotten his identity with his wife.

The woman looked at the battle report and said:

"After completing the siege of Qishan, Da Zhu will personally appear on the battlefield and give an order."

When Zique heard this, he wondered:

"Didn't you say that when the traitors are exterminated, Da Zhu will be 'fine'?"

The woman was silent for a moment, and said softly:

"Da Zhu said that he would open the temple in the sky above Qishan so that everyone could see the wind god, and then he would come to the world with the help of the wind god."

Zique was dumbfounded, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Although the two of them were great blessings, they only forcibly carried the national fortune and could not use it.

There are no ancestral gods in the temple, and the ancestors are all asleep waiting for the national fortune to wake up.

But the wind god really exists.

So they don't know how many of the legends of the celestial realm are true.

After a moment, Zique took a deep breath and said:

"I can finally see the god of wind."

With that, he bowed slightly, carried his evil spear, and left the tent.

And the woman is good, so she writes a letter and asks people to send it back to Chaoge.

[King, the victory is decided, and the wind god will appear in Qishan to help Dazhu get rid of the curse]

…

Beihai City.

Compared to the purgatory-like environment in the past, the north is much better now.

Although the weather is still cold, the cold wind that once froze and killed everything is gone.

Yun Zhongzi planted several of the best acquired spirit roots in the north, and the aura brought vitality.

In addition, when he was arranging the formation, he also conveniently laid a large array in the north that could change the climate, and it would not be long before the weather in the north would become suitable for the reproduction of the human race.

There are very few mountains in the north, and they are basically plains, and in the future, this will become a place for big merchants to raise spirit animals.

At this moment, he was standing with Bai Yao on a snowy mountain, overlooking the black snowfield below.

"It's weird, why did it suddenly turn into a ghost domain?"

Yun Zhongzi was puzzled.

Bai Yao's brows furrowed slightly, observing the hundreds of thousands of ghosts below.

There are Dashang soldiers, as well as Beihai rebels and red-haired soldiers, with illusory bodies and rotten flesh all over their bodies, wandering in the boundless black air, carrying their own weapons before their deaths, exuding a monstrous yin aura.

Half an hour ago, it was still a white snowfield.

Suddenly, a billowing black gas was born, and the ghosts of the soldiers killed in the snow attacked all living creatures.

Yun Zhongzi, who was arranging the formation, cast a spell to save all the people on the snow field, and then told Bai Yao.

These ghosts, not ordinary ghosts, all carry the karma generated during the decisive battle in the snowfield.

Directly contaminating karma is a big taboo for practitioners.

The green rune in Bai Yao's hand lit up, and gusts of wind with yin qi blew through his hand, telling him the number of ghosts.

After learning the specific number, he frowned even deeper and said:

"There are so many soldiers on both sides who died in the snow field that they have not been reincarnated?"

This matter is simply impossible, even if the rebels have grievances, for the Dashang army, it is a very high honor to wish the great conquest and use their own death to pave the way for victory.

Yun Zhongzi's fortune is profound, but in the face of the karma carried by hundreds of thousands of unjust souls, he can't solve the ghost domain in a short period of time.

The catastrophe swept through the famine, and the first stubble to die was often too much karmic debt.

"Poor Dao takes a little time, let Dazhu come, but this matter is a bit strange."

Yun Zhongzi held the dust in his hand and looked indifferent.

Bai Yao asked:

"Could it be that someone is meddling?"

Yun Zhongzi shook his head slightly and said:

"I don't see any signs of magic."

The gloomy aura was monstrous, and the ghosts roamed aimlessly in their broken armor, and when they reached the border of the ghost domain, they turned around and walked towards the depths of the ghost domain.

Bai Yao thought for a moment and said:

"I'll go in and try it."

Yun Zhongzi is busy:

"Great wishes, with so much karma, it's not good to be contaminated."

Baiyao began to melt and said with a smile:

"I'm not afraid of karma."

He was bound to the fortune of the country, the children were killed, the women were killed, the royal sacrifices were killed, and all the karma was actually imposed on him.

But in the deep realm of humanity, the ultimate form of karma, the karmic beast, saw that he had fled from the wilderness.

But that was twenty years later, and in about five years, he would face the first counterattack of the karmic beast against the fortunes of the country.

The Golden Candle Branch took him twenty years later, indicating that he was able to survive the first karmic beast counterattack.

But at what cost, it is unknown.

But if there is a lot of debt, what about the karma of hundreds of thousands of people?

When Zique attacked Pizhou alone, he killed more than 100,000 people, and hundreds of thousands of barbarian troops also died in his hands.

The karma accumulated by the royal family over the past 600 years is even more astronomical.

Turning into a style, he directly appeared in the ghost domain.

Suddenly, a rebel ghost found him, who had been stabbed in the throat before his death, and could not make a sound after his death, and staggered towards it with a knife.

"Qiang"

Its blade, along with its entire spirit body, was shattered by the aura that appeared on the surface of Bai Yao's body, and its soul flew away.

"They...... Can you attack me? ”

Bai Yao fell into deep thought in the ghost domain filled with black air.

The ghost attacked him just now, and it didn't violate the rules of humanity.

"Can an attack from the Tunnel hurt me?"

He muttered to himself, but he was actually asking for humanity.

Immediately, the sound of a flame burning sounded in his heart.

After some exchange, his face became solemn.

The rule is that no one who cultivates the Heavenly Dao system can harm him.

And the unjust soul and the natural yin are not among them.

But as long as they cultivate, they have entered the realm of rules.

There is no cultivation system in the tunnel, and they are all climbing the heavenly path.

Bai Yao didn't care much about the fact that his natural yin could hurt him.

Because even if you can't practice, you still have the protection of the country, and you are not afraid of yin things.

Moreover, if you want to be strong in the Netherworld, you can only climb the path of heaven.

What he is afraid of is the earth behind the incarnation of the six realms of reincarnation.

The Wu clan does not cultivate the original god, but cultivates the physical body.

It is not the aura that is exhaled, but the turbidity that is killed.

The Wu clan's own cultivation system has long disappeared with them, and now that the Heavenly Dao is perfect, go to exhale and kill turbidity, not to mention strengthening the physical body, and it is a fortune to survive.

What Bai Yao was worried about was whether Houtu, who was an ancestral witch, had gotten rid of the Heavenly Dao's cultivation system after becoming holy?

If you get rid of the Heavenly Dao system, you are not within the rules.

In that case, Houtu could crush him at any time.

"Have I offended the Authentics?"

Bai Yao kept rummaging through the memories of himself and his original body.

After a moment, his brow furrowed.

Very good, didn't offend the authentic.

Even if you are preparing to invade the tunnel and copy the origin rules of the six realms of reincarnation in the future, isn't this not yet started?

The Styx Ancestor who was brushed away by Kong Xuan was a congenital being, but he was in the Netherworld, but it was not in the realm of the Tunnel.

smashed another rebel ghost, Bai Yao was not afraid of the strong yin qi at all, and thought that it was better to be careful.

If Houtu really could kill him, then he wouldn't live for twenty years.

Wait a minute......

Bai Yao's pupils shrank, and a terrible speculation appeared in his heart.

When the barbarians invaded, he sent people to keep an eye on Yiyan and Yiyun.

Even Kong Xuan left a divine thought on this grandfather and grandson, as long as he dared to retreat, he would know immediately.

The moment Yi Yan disappeared, it was just the first few breaths for them to block the barbarians' way.

Kong Xuan's divine thoughts were instantly eliminated, and he felt the power of the Wu clan at that time, and his divine sense swept all over the south, but found nothing.

According to Yi Yun, Yi Yan was rescued by the ancestors of the barbarians.

Bai Yao thought it was a great witch who was still alive at the time.

Right now......

"Could it be her?"

Bai Yao traveled through the black qi, analyzing the possibility that Yi Yan would be rescued by Houtu.

Is there still a living witch in heaven and earth?

The battle of Zhuolu should have been over.

And Houtu can also be said to be the ancestor of Jiuli.

Because she not only has the status of a saint, but also the identity of an ancestral witch.

No wonder Kong Xuan couldn't even find a trace, if Houtu made a move, he would naturally not be able to detect it.

Bai Yao shuttled quickly through the ghost domain, his face calm.

Yiyan has Houtu, and he also has Nuwa.

Besides, if Houtu really wanted to kill him, he could really kill him, wouldn't he do it as soon as he asked Zique to drive out the barbarians?

However, he doesn't know much about the tunnel, and it can even be said that there are only a handful of people who know the tunnel except for Houtu.

is still the same sentence, a lot of debts are not pressing.

Bai Yao no longer thinks about the affairs of Houtu, and now what he has to solve is these hundreds of thousands of unjust souls, so that Yun Zhongzi can set up a formation.

At this moment, he had come to the deepest part of the ghost realm.

The black qi here seemed to flow substantially, and he was running and cultivating, resisting the erosion of yin qi.

Then, an illusory camp appeared in his eyes, and the Xuanniao Banner on the big sword was drumming in the black air.

The festering soldiers of the Great Merchants seemed to not know that they were dead, sentinels, patrolmen, scouts...... Everyone has their own role.

Huge obsessions converge in the barracks.

Bai Yao's expression was moved, and he stepped forward.

The soldier, whose head had been smashed on half of his head at the door, immediately knelt down excitedly and saluted as soon as he saw him:

"Knock on the big wishes!"

The surrounding ghosts all heard his voice and immediately discovered the white medicine.

Subsequently, the ghosts of the Dashang soldiers surrounded them.

Some people were decapitated and held their heads, and some were chopped to the point of flesh and blood......

Without exception, each of them trembled in such a fanaticism that they knelt on their knees and shouted:

"Knock on the big wishes!"

Then a general with a broken leg bone got up and ran limping towards the camp, his voice was heavy, and he kept shouting:

"Dazhu is back!"

"Assemble the whole camp!"

When Bai Yao saw this scene, his emotions rarely fluctuated greatly, he closed his eyes, and his chest kept rising and falling.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and asked softly:

"Why are you here?"

A ghost, also dressed as a general, replied respectfully:

"Great wishes! We're ordered to stay here! ”

Bai Yao looked at it and asked again:

"How long?"

"It's been a year!"

The general replied in a loud voice.

Bai Yao's expression was complicated, the snow field was too big, in order to seize the opportunity before the decisive battle, he and Yuan Futong sent many small troops to compete for important locations.

The big merchant soldiers in front of him were one of them.

Bai Yao observed the terrain around him, recalling all the battle reports in Beihai in his mind.

Moments later, he found the report of the two-hundred-man team.

Like many others - besieged by the rebels, all killed.

The Ghost Domain was formed half an hour ago.

But they've been wandering here for a year.

Not long after, hundreds of soldiers had already assembled in the camp, and even kneeling in front of them had gone.

After Bai Yao walked into the camp, they all became excited.

Those with broken legs were supported by those who did not have broken legs, and their faces were covered with blood and wiped their faces clean with snow.

All of them were dressed in tattered armor and waited with bated breath for orders.

He walked to the high platform in front of them and glanced at them.

In order to defend the honor of their ancestors and bring victory to the Great Shang, they all died in battle, and their bones were buried in the snow.

Not only them, but there are many small forces like them in the Ghost Domain, all of whom have preserved their distorted minds because of their obsession.

Even if they die, they have to complete their mission.

Bai Yao took a deep breath and ordered in a condensed voice:

"Herald! Gather all the Great Merchant armies on the snowy field! Let me destroy the traitors! ”

He wanted the Great Shang army in the Ghost Domain to see with his own eyes the victory they had brought with their lives that only the living could see.

(End of chapter)