The western Xiongguan of Chang'an Zhucheng, even if it did not enter a state of war in the past, there was no shortage of day and night, and there were people on duty for twelve hours.

In the months since the siege of the city by the army of living corpses, more troops have been gathered in the city, and the rotation time has been divided more carefully and precisely, so as to ensure that each wave of soldiers is in a state of full energy when they are responsible for the defense of the city walls.

Even in the middle of the night, at least one of the high-ranking generals of Chang'an City personally sat on the city wall, looking at the west in the cold wind.

And the person in charge of guarding here tonight is Zhang Anshou.

He moved a big chair and sat here, although his posture was a little lazy, but with the eyes of a strong man with his spirit, he was definitely the most competent lookout.

When the army of living corpses was still more than ten miles away, he had already discovered the clues, looking at the tide of blue and black corpses gushing out between the mountains, he just knocked the gong around him casually, as a herald.

Not only him, but all the soldiers at the head of the city, after receiving the order, although they used gongs to spread the order among the defenders in turn, they were not too excited and urgent.

This war has been going on for several months, and in the first month, they can still be more or less mixed with some panic because of such a scene, which stimulates the body and mind, and cheers up extraordinarily.

However, life on the battlefield is one of the most ways to make people feel that time is long.

I don't know when it began, but they have become accustomed to those living corpses who come during the day, at night, when there are many times, and when they are little, endlessly, constantly attacking the city passes, and being repulsed again and again.

Among the defenders, the group of light armor elite soldiers who are most flexible and vigorous have been very skillfully prepared to go down the city wall, as the first wave of defense line, and then return to the city wall to take turns after killing a little sore.

According to the process, the herald still came over and was ready to ask Zhang Anshou for instructions.

He could even have imagined that Zhang Anshou would only mum casually, and would pick up the wine gourd hanging next to the chair and continue drinking.

Alcohol is not allowed in the army, especially the spirits that can reveal the smell of alcohol even if the gourd is plugged in.

But the master of the spirit into the body will not be drunk by drinking at all, Zhang Anshou wants to drink, and no one will care.

But this time, Zhang Anshou's hand to take the gourd stopped on the surface of the gourd, and his mouth did not make a sound of agreement, but gradually sat up straight and stared out of the city.

The moon stars are scarce, the cold wind is howling, although there has not been heavy snow since the beginning of winter, but every night outside the city, there is always a thin frost color, reflecting the moonlight, and the earth is white as far as the eye can see.

Every time in the past, when the tide of blue-black corpses approached the city walls, it was like ink spreading on the potholes, inferior paper of varying thicknesses.

With a feeling that is irritating just by looking at it, it erodes and destroys the cold frost and white land landscape.

Tonight, however, the army of living corpses took on the form of a dozen cones, stretching longer and longer from the beginning of the mountain range, spreading over the field.

When there were only five or six miles left from the city wall, the formation was still not scattered.

Such a formation is really like a big army.

"The subordinates of the White Palace, those soldiers who control the living corpses, this time they did not hide far away from the whip commander's reach, but mixed with the living corpses?!"

Zhang Anshou immediately made this judgment and sent a message to Du Wentong, Dong Ling'er and others, asking the lightly armored elite soldiers who had just prepared to stay on the city wall, and please transfer the most elite silver-armored sword and axe hands over.

He himself grabbed the wine gourd, poured most of the gourd liquor in one go, wiped the wine beads on his beard, and lifted the spirit of 120,000 points.

As early as after being attacked by the army of living corpses for the first time, Du Wentong and others had already realized that those living corpses still had no brains, and there would be a sudden large-scale change, which must be controlled by someone behind them, and they sent scouts to investigate many times, but there was no result.

It wasn't until the Jiangdong Post Station in the post city came to report the news that the White Palace's Mansion surfaced.

Dong Ling'er also took the initiative to ask Ying, and went out in person, but encountered great danger, if it wasn't for Du Wentong who directly brought the Burning Sky Baoyu to the rescue, I am afraid it would be difficult to return.

However, so far, it was the first time that they had caught the traces of those White King's Mansion generals on a frontal battlefield.

Zhang Anshou concentrated, scanned the battlefield, and did not dare to let go of a single abnormal sign.

Just after the silver-armored sword and axe hand and the army of living corpses came into close contact, more than 100 chariots galloped five miles away from the city pass.

The chariots were heavy, each of which had to be pulled by four horses, which was quite conspicuous, and when there was already a fierce battle under the city pass, the chariots did not continue to approach, but turned their horses' heads and gathered together with each other.

What is even more striking is that after the chariots have approached a certain distance, the drivers directly cut the ropes and let the horses gallop away, and the chariots slid down to the ground.

The shape and structure of the chariot was carefully calculated, and after the wheels were unloaded and leveled, every four chariots were put together to form a flat-roofed temple.

On top of the first floor of the hall, four chariots were added to form the second floor of the hall.

The bloody-eyed, blue-skinned, and general-clad corpse demons will soon need to take matters into their own hands, carrying heavy chariots, running up to high places, and exhausting the chariots layer by layer.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!!!

The sound of layers of steel colliding, and the creaking sound of the chariots at the bottom, made these generals whose hearts were already cold after transforming into corpse demons feel a little boiling in their hearts.

From the first day they saw the cities of Chang'an, they had been waiting for the day when these chariots would be completed and set foot on the battlefield.

This day will also be the day when they will be victorious and gain the dominion of the world.

A high platform in the middle, eight towers in all directions, nine places were built at the same time, starting from the gathering of the carriages, the whole process took less than half an hour, and it was all completed.

The figure of the white prince flew from behind and landed on the high platform.

The entire steel platform shook slightly because of his footsteps, but in the next moment, the entire platform sank three inches, and the structure from top to bottom seemed to become tighter and more stable.

It no longer looks like it's been patchworked, but like it was forged into one from the beginning.

"Now that the tower altar is complete, you should exit a few miles away, in case any Burning Heaven Jade falls here."

With a wave of his hand, Bai Dingchen, who was in charge of building the high platform, and the corpse demon generals between the eight towers, were all ordered to retreat.

Whether the Burning Heaven Treasure in Chang'an City has been consumed or not, this situation is still uncertain, and it is a trouble.

Originally, this corpse demon sacrifice should be held at the time of the year, on the day of the winter solstice, so that the effect can be the best, but now it has been advanced several days.

But in order to grasp the opportunity, so little regret and hidden danger, Bai Wang Ye easily erased it from his heart.

He stood on the high platform, accepting the reverent and fanatical gaze of all the corpse demons and all the living soldiers around him, and slowly raised his hands and looked up at the night sky.

"Born with thin muscles and bones, the human body is sad. The prime of life passed in a hurry, and the streamer was too late. The suburbs are not quiet, and the old age is not at peace. The hundred-year-old tooth does not exist, and the bone marrow stem is sad. ”

Bai Wang Ye stared at the night sky, the tone of the aria was not high, but the word was longer than the word, and suddenly in a trance, the voice that was neither high nor low had spread all over the four fields.

The sound of horses' hooves running, the sound of soul bells, the galloping roar of countless living corpses, and the fierce fighting under the city walls could not stop the penetration of this sound.

It is the cold winter wind howling in the sky and the earth, and the cold air currents across the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, at this time, it can only become a foil for this kind of aria.

It was a spell, not a spell, just a twisted chapter and a random poem, but it was the sigh of the white prince when he felt the source of the corpse change.

So for him, it was better than any mysterious and formal spell in the world, and it was the most potent mantra among the eighty-four thousand tones.

"The cold and heat are like knives and axes, and they are devastated day and night. Seven emotions can not be released, afraid that it will hurt the liver and gallbladder. The mountains and seas are shallow, and it is difficult to cross the dead. Everything is like a prison, who dares to probe yourself? ”

"Bitter sigh! Bitter sigh! Bitter sigh!! ”

A few miles away, Zhang Anshou, who was on the city wall, watched the eight towers and one tower being built at an unbelievable speed.

Looking at Bai Wangye's behavior on the high platform, he heard these voices clearly.

As a strong man with a divine spirit, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and induction in the dark are extraordinary, but now, this extraordinary keen perception has brought him far more calamity pressure than ordinary people.

Zhang Anshou, who was originally watching the situation on the battlefield, couldn't help but raise his gaze and cast it into the night sky.

He could already feel that behind the clouds of the night sky, higher up, the deep night was smeared with a dark red sheen.

Swirling blood-colored glow, pouring down from an unknown place, inserted between the moonlight and the earth.

At the time of this sacrificial poem, the normal moonlight could no longer be conveyed to the earth.

Zhang Anshou clearly distinguished that in the cold and slightly white moonlight, there was a faint touch of blood, and then the blood became more and more intense.

Until the whole bright moon in his eyes was soaked in wet blood light.

The blood vessels around the corners of Zhang Anshou's eyes have been completely raised, like a fine green net, and the green tendons on his forehead are even more obviously trembling, and the palms of his hands on the battlements of the city wall have involuntarily fallen into the wall tiles, and his fingers are bent and crushed like powder.

He bowed his head suddenly, sweating like rain, and his heart accelerated uncontrollably, wanting to warn, but he didn't know what to remind everyone to do, so as to guard against that ominous premonition.

"He Township is a Paradise, from the Altar of the Beginning Corpse !!"

Bai Wangye's voice continued to come, and the last sentence was a reversal of the previous deepness.

In the space of ten words, the volume was raised to the limit, turning into a fierce groan that shook the night sky.

Rumble!!!!

The sound in the sky responded to the call of the white prince.

A blood-red halo appeared in the sky above the Eight Towers, far clearer, smoother and purer than the night sky clouds in other places, and it expanded to the surroundings at a rapid speed.

Black lightning, roaring repeatedly, flashed in the blood-colored sky, and then slashed at the altar below.

The steel frame exerted its greatest effect at this moment, and the black electricity flickered constantly on the high platform and the eight towers, lingering and lingering.

The thick black electric light, constantly writhing, never disconnected, almost connecting the blood-colored sky and the nine altars.

The white frost on the earth, now reflected in the blood-colored sky, seemed to have turned into red frost flowers, trembling and cracking with the thunder.

Beneath the frost, it was not the land, the grass and trees, but the corpses, the corpses as far as the eye could see.

For months, on this battlefield, living corpses rushed to the city walls almost every day, killing them.

The blood of a living corpse is viscous and will not spread casually, and the corpse of a living corpse is like wood and stone, and it will not rot and grow plague, and there is no need to worry about it in winter.

Besides, there were not so many manpower in the city to clean up, so these corpses were spread out on the battlefield, day after day, day after day, day by day.

Tonight, in the midst of this sacrifice, tens of thousands, wisps of gray-black air rose from the pile of corpses that no longer posed any threat.

It's obviously gray-black, but it doesn't affect people's vision at all, gray-black and transparent, and there is an illusory feeling.

However, the effects of this air flow are by no means illusory.

The soldiers who fought up and down the city walls, the first time those air currents rose, were like being hammered, their chests were suffocated, and they suddenly felt exhausted.

On the spot, dozens of sword and axe hands stumbled and were knocked down by the living corpses, but fortunately, the silver light formed by the soaring centipede shot through and cut off all the living corpses nearby.

These silver-armored sword and axe hands, after all, are not comparable to ordinary light-armored elite soldiers, even if there are some bites and tears on their bodies, they still seize the opportunity and run to the city wall.

The flying centipede was mighty, and Yang Baifa standing on the wall had a very heavy face.

Just a moment ago, he was already feeling a little tired, and the speed of energy was more than ten times faster than under normal conditions.

On the contrary, the living corpses under the city wall were extremely excited, climbing the city wall on top of the human wall, and they were constantly digging, pulling, and hitting the masonry of the city wall.

When Du Wentong swept up to the city with a spear inlaid with Burning Heaven Treasure Jade, he felt that the entire section of the city wall was shaking slightly.

"King Wude!"

Zhang Anshou, who looked directly at the whole process of the sacrifice, beat his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "He stands so obviously, unscrupulously exposing his position, I'm afraid there is a means to deal with the Burning Sky Treasure Jade, this is the only one, you can't move lightly!" ”

Du Wentong's pupils constricted: "But ......"

"Where's Hanshan?"

Yang Baifa turned his head and said, "How could he wake up later than us, hasn't he arrived yet?!" ”

Boom Rumble!!

There were a few more beams of black lightning in the sky that fell onto the altar, and the thunder was fierce, and the illusory gray-black air flow was even more intense.

The western Xiongguan city is vast, and the sound of living corpses attacking and fighting outside the city has not yet awakened those who have entered the heavenly dream.

But the trembling sensation of this moment made all the dreamers stand on end, and they opened their eyes in horror.

They sat up from their beds, clutching their chests for no apparent reason, gasping for breath.

Those people who were resting normally also woke up at this moment, and they all turned their eyes to the West.

This moment was the moment when Su Hanshan felt that everyone in the Western Xiongguan was out of the dream at the same time in the heavenly dream.

He himself was also in the western Xiongguan, but he had the eyes of the sky and a stable connection with the Five Organs Temple, and the effect of that palpitation was a beat slower than that of everyone else.

At this moment, Su Hanshan produced a strange perspective.

His consciousness seemed to have returned to his body, and he was rushing to the head of the city at great speed, but another figure that also belonged to him was still in the sky dream realm and the barren sand under the sea, staring at the eyes of the sky on the back of his hand.

Half in reality, half in dreams, people are completely awake, but what they feel is a dream-like wonder and ethereal.

As he flew through the air, cyan dots of light were spreading from his left hand and behind him.

The points of light are drifting wider and wider, and in the process of drifting, the number is increasing, as light as nothing, fluttering and falling.

When Su Hanshan went to the city, the city was already full of flying cyan shimmers.

The will of the sky has raised Su Hanshan's mediating role to the highest, and after he returns to reality, there is still a silhouette in the dream, so that the power accumulated in the dream realm of the sky will descend in reality.

Su Hanshan felt this series of changes, but when he saw the situation outside the city, his heart sank.

Those gray-black illusory air currents, others don't know, but he knows.

Normal gases are actually composed of substantial particles, but the individual structures are so small that the human body cannot detect them.

And that kind of gray air flow is an incorporeal existence, just like the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, it is pure Yuan Energy.

But it does not belong to the inherent heaven and earth vitality of nature, I am afraid that it is the corpse demon energy that was born from the source of the corpse transformation.

The martial arts of this world are extremely focused on the soul spirit, supplemented by the physical body, and have too little involvement in the vitality of heaven and earth.

The will of the heavens is formed by the power of the common people, and the means that can be used are also limited by the beings in the world.

To confront the source of the corpse transformation in such a completely unfamiliar field, I am afraid that it will be half the effort.

Yang Baifa and the others all saw that something was wrong with his face.

Seeing that those illusory air currents had been crushed towards the city wall, Du Wentong clenched his spear tightly and prepared to project the Burning Sky Treasure Jade out first.

Su Hanshan pressed his shoulder, and a look of surprise, familiarity, suddenness, and surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

The will of the heavens showed an unexpected ability at this moment.

Flying to the cyan light spots all over the city, after landing, each point of light turned into a humanoid phantom, and in an instant, countless figures occupied the streets, houses, attics, and rivers.

Some of the people who had just woken up, when they looked out of the window, seemed to catch a glimpse of themselves and their neighbors.

There are also people who see their own leader, the new friend in the dream world, who is said to be from other cities, from the shore of the Bohai Sea.

These lights and shadows are the thoughts accumulated by all the people who have entered the dream since the opening of the Heavenly Dream.

It is not surprising to be able to release this power in time.

The biggest reason that surprised and delighted Su Hanshan was the arrangement and operation of these lights and shadows.

Those figures, weightless and substantial, moved in the air, forming countless round wheels of large and small, overlapping clamps in all directions of the city, slowly turning.

In the night sky, there are colorless and blurred outlines, faintly emerging, like a canyon cut down by a heavenly sword, like a swamp swelling up geothermal heat, like the six faces of the human heart, like the Xuanyin Ice Moon, and the six stars around it.

There are even heavenly wolves with their heads raised, tigers roaring, scribes singing, martial artists raising their fists, and dragons seeing their heads but not their tails.

Hundreds of colorless images, magnificent and huge, fleeting, like a horse, floating in a cycle, forming a surging vitality, resisting the corpse demon energy outside the city.

That's Yin Fu Feng Shui, it's the Six Tao Formation, and it's also the Xuanyin Sutra.

The records of all living beings throughout the ages are in the sea of dreams of all beings, and they are all illuminated by the will of the heavens.

All the experiences of Su Hanshan coming to this world have also left corresponding traces in the will of the sky.

Ever since he came here, he has been one of the people in this world!

Once, on the night when he was in Juma City to comprehend Feng Shui and dispel evil, he had already made the will of the heavens more mysteries of cultivation from other worlds.

Now, when these mysterious methods are operated and presented from the perspective of the sky, compared to Su Hanshan's original perception and practice, it is higher than the Taoist plan.

Heaven's will yin talisman reverses the six evil feng shui array!

Turn evil into element, and fight Qi with Qi!

Also in the realm of vitality, contend with the corpse demon elemental energy.

"Although the will of the sky is ignorant because of its breadth, it also has the advantage of being all-encompassing......"

Su Hanshan retracted his gaze from those formations and looked out of the city, "It's a pity that in the cities of Chang'an, less than half of the population has entered the Heavenly Dream Realm so far, if there is some more time, the situation will be better." ”

Now, the will of the heavens is only more on the defensive.

There were too many living corpses piled up outside the city, and after the black lightning was introduced into the ground, the corpse demon vitality continued to be generated, and at the same time, the eight towers that served as the medium, and many clumps of blood, light, and black electric corpse qi gathered outside the surface, beating like a heart.

The corpse demon energy surged more and more violently, and the mountains roared like a tsunami, slapping towards the western Xiongguan one after another.

The people on the city wall, although they were sheltered, were still shocked by this momentum, and it was difficult for them to control themselves.

Du Yuanzhen muttered, "It turns out that they want to turn the whole city into living corpses? ”

Du Wentong held his spear and said, "What should we do now?" ”

"You throw a spear here, you can't land exactly on the high platform five miles away."

Su Hanshan looked at the altar, and the figure on the high platform that was covered by black lightning also looked back at him accurately, and his blood-colored eyes were bent, as if he was already confident about the result of such a mutual consumption.

"Since this guy has taken the initiative to show up, how can you not accept his invitation?"

Su Hanshan pinched his knuckles and narrowed his eyes at the smiling corpse demon, "This is the only thing we can do now...... Get out of town and kill him! ”

(End of chapter)