On the front line, the majestic and huge city wall separates the inside and outside, separating the two major territories of Qingyun and Xuanyin, and has become an important boundary line dividing life and death.

Above the nine heavens, there are four qi changes, and with the bright sunshine, it is the arrival of spring again.

Beneath the tall walls of the front line, tenacious and vigorous weeds grow from the bones and spread all over the ground, with the occasional dotted wildflower dotted among them.

From time to time, small beasts roamed it, lifting up their dry bones that had not yet rotted on the ground, searching for food in this desolate and lush land.

In the past, both sides had been secretly accumulating strength, and for a year, there had been very little fighting under the tall walls.

The warm spring afternoon sun lazily shone down, leaving a warm color on the blood-stained city wall, so that the monks who had recovered from the war on it couldn't help but relax, and felt an indescribable leisure, longing to let time stop at this moment.

But unfortunately, they don't know that today's scene is the last peace.

At this moment, on the city wall, an elderly monk leaned against the vicissitudes of life and some damage to the city wall, smoked a dry cigarette, smacked his mouth, and said:

"You little rabbits, you are really lucky, the day on duty happened to be the time of the truce, and you luckily picked up a life."

On his side, there were three or four teenagers who had not taken off their childishness, and there were still some fluffy at the corners of their mouths.

One of them pouted when he heard this, and said dissatisfiedly: "Hmph! What's so good? The young master also wants to slaughter a few more demon cultivators, exchange them for more credit, and exchange them for the Huanglong Pill that can break through the realm! ”

"Come on!" The elder monk sneered, "With your kid's ability, it's not bad to be skinned and cramped by the demon cultivator, and to refine the soul and refine the soul, and kill the demon cultivator?" ”

Then, the elder monk took another puff of spiritual smoke and said with some melancholy: "Besides, even if you have more benefits, so what? War is no joke, and if it breaks out again, it will really kill people......"

"I think you're just scared!" When the young monk heard this, he pursed his lips, "My generation of monks is originally going against the sky, how can they be afraid? I see ......"

On the top of this city wall, when an old man and a young monk in charge of guarding were arguing with each other, next to him, a young monk who was also in charge of observation seemed to notice something, and couldn't help but be stunned:

"Look, why is the sky so dark over there, is it going to rain?"

"Huh?!" As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the attention of many monks on the city wall.

It was now mid-afternoon, and the warm sun was shining beneath the city walls, a vast and endless plain.

Its continuous extension is connected with the distant sky, and there is an indescribable vastness.

And at this moment, on the horizon, at some point, in the dim background, suddenly appeared a dark that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

It was as if it were connected to heaven and earth, spread across the distant horizon, and as time passed, the monks on the walls found it pushing forward, little by little.

"It's ...... Dark clouds? It's going to rain heavily? A look of confusion appeared on the older monk's face, "This season, it shouldn't be like this, right?" ”

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly saw the young monk on the side, his eyes were shining, as if he was looking into the distance, and then his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Are you okay kid?" The older monk, with a strange expression, stepped forward and patted him on the back.

Who knew that the latter sat directly on the ground, his face was pale, his fingers trembling and pointing ahead, and his voice trembled: "Corpses, a lot of corpses......"

"Huh?!" Hearing this, the older monk seemed to think of something, and his face changed instantly.

Without hesitation, he used his psionic vision to look into the distance, into the darkness on the horizon.

The distant horizon, at some point, was covered with layers of black clouds like ink, and all the scenes beneath them became extremely gray, without a trace of color, like a world of the dead.

In the field of vision, in the sky where the movement is, some things are constantly falling, like gray-white fog, and like flying catkins, constantly covering the distant world.

No, it's not smog, it's more like ...... Ashes.

And when the old monk's eyes looked at the ground, his face turned extremely pale in an instant, just like the people on the side.

Because in his eyes, under that gray world, there are corpses.

It's a moving corpse, it's a continuous corpse, it's a boundless corpse!

They are densely packed all over every corner of the field of vision, some are swollen and fat, some are covered with white hair, and some are black...... Each one, stiff and slow, was walking towards the walls.

Above the boundless tide of corpses, there was a constantly tumbling cloud, in which countless pale faces emerged, and the expressions on their faces were either painful, miserable, grief-stricken, or bitter and resentful...... It's terrifying.

Although they have different forms and are extremely weird, without exception, the hideous expressions on their faces and their cold and stiff bodies are all revealing their desire for the living!

At this moment, they were like a tide, rushing towards the front line of the Qingyun Sect.

Since the end of the battle for the land of the fallen gods, the Xuanyin Sect Demon Cultivator has carried out a layout plan for thirty years, and finally today, the terrifying undead natural disaster has been formed, and at this moment, it has blatantly attacked the front line of the Qingyun Sect!

In the next moment, whether it was on the Nuoda city wall on the front line, or the Qingyun Sect Mountain Gate far behind, the alarm bell rang at this time!

Changqing and other Jindan Zhenren who are in retreat, Lin Chen, who is in the process of debugging the lift-off of the Skyfall Mountain, Zhang Mengyao and other foundation-building monks who are stationed on the front line, Zhang Zhiming and Zhang Hao, who are still in charge of the great migration of mortal monks, or the high-level of the Qingyun Sect......

Almost all of them put down what they were busy with and turned their eyes to the front line.

One after another spiritual light appeared on the main hall of the Qingyun Sect one after another, and all the monks of the Qingyun Sect above the foundation were gathered at this moment.

Their eyes were solemn, everyone looked at the picture coming back from the front line in front of them, looking at the gloomy world, the tide of millions of corpses, and there was an indescribable gloom in their expressions.

It was a gray world, devoid of any life, and of no living creatures, just a deathly coldness and seepage, and ashes that seemed to never end.

When everyone saw this scene, they only felt an unprecedented terrifying pressure, which was eroding towards them little by little in the world that accompanied this death.

Life and death, Qingyun and Xuanyin, since the fall of the gods, inherited their inheritance of the two major forces, this three-thousand-year-long resentment and hatred, finally today, is about to come to an end.

The Great War ended.

(End of chapter)