The sky was gloomy and gray, as if there was black air blocking the day.

There was no sound in the huge city, dead silence, since the city was broken to the corpses left only a few days, the city gate was wide open, the shops, streets, restaurants, inns were covered with black and brown bloodstains, and the gray gas filled the city as if the fog could not see too far.

The zombies who broke through the natural danger and entered the Central Plains kept moving forward, and the gray mist occasionally flickered with light, which was a high-level monk who still had a trace of righteousness in his heart and a powerful zombie fighting, it was strange to say, these powerful zombies were different from ordinary zombies, and they would also use some military martial arts in the fight in tattered armor, and they might retain some instincts after death for those who were in the army.

The army of the Yan Kingdom had a big battle with the corpse tide with the cooperation of high-ranking monks.

Thanks to the collapse of the dragon bones and the dissipation of divine power to erase the corpse poison, the living and the rotting corpses desperately did not get infected with their wounds, who would have thought that they would quickly collapse and flee as soon as they fought, and they would be defeated.

Bai Yujun was not surprised to get the news.

If those armies suddenly rise up and kill a large number of rotting corpses, they will really see the hell, not to mention those soldiers whose armor is tattered and lacking in salaries, the command class is good at drilling camps and intrigues all year round, fighting insiders and outsiders, and when rectifying people, there are endless tricks, and it is better to count on bandits with real knives and guns.

There is no problem with the soldiers, there is no lack of courage and blood, and the problem lies with the leading officers.

The soldiers are blazing, and no matter how hard they work below, it is useless for any official to roll up his sleeves and fight with the rotting corpse, but in the end, it will definitely not be an official with a strong relationship background, but it will only be that layer of soldiers, who will bear the abuse, have no power, no power, and nowhere to redress their grievances.

About this big defeat, boring people stay in the Qinglou to guide the country, many people have a habit, they always like to criticize others when they have nothing to do, and they can't stop it, it's their nature.

Hiding behind and jumping up and down, relying on all kinds of excuses to talk nonsense.

Gradually, the army finally came to its senses and was able to resist the alleged defense, gathering the rotting corpses roughly within a radius of several hundred miles.

The defenders of the Great Wall on the northern front finally sealed the pass, and there were no high-level zombies to assist ordinary carrion corpses just gathered and wandered outside the pass, if they could clean up the carrion corpses that had entered the pass in a short time, there might be a turnaround.

After the New Year, it is early spring.

The big ship flying the yellow flag docked at the Jiangcheng wharf, and the officials of the Jinfu court landed......

The spread of the carrion corpse in the customs is too fast to stop, the pressure of Pure Yang and Western Sects is very high, and the rest of the small and medium-sized sects pay more attention to how to improve their cultivation and plunder resources, and regard the common people as nothing more than mustard, and occasionally there are monks or sects who make a move, but it is always a drop in the bucket.

Just when the emperor was angry and the hundred officials were sad, a boring junior official said a word.

"Did Taizu sign an alliance with the snake demon army back then?"

So, the emperor and the eunuch took out the document signed by the ancestor from the dusty scroll, opened it, and saw that there was really a dragon signing!

The monarchs and ministers are all happy, and it is rumored that the demon soldiers are so fierce that even the people of Chibi have to be hated.

No matter how you can stop the dead corpses, the imperial court has lost several games in a row, and many people in the city have died, maybe those monsters can solve the corpse tide.

A boring petty official said another sentence and pulled the monarch into the ice cave.

"I remember that the Dragon Temple was demolished before, and it was quite a big and dead person~"

“......”

The monarch and the ministers were speechless, in fact, the emperor's qualifications are not said for the time being, many old ministers are human spirits, and it is unknown who the petty officials listened to say those words, the ministers are just acting down the trend, maybe they are loyal to the monarch and patriotic, but how many are intriguing.

Try the covenant anyway, you can always come up with a good excuse anyway.

The officials who contacted Jiaolong left the capital, and the cars, horses, boats, and boats were tiring and went to the Southern Wilderness.

Two months later.

The tired officials looked at the huge building in bewilderment.

"Customs?"

The matter of contacting the Demon Emperor of the Southern Wilderness to receive the demon soldiers caused a quarrel, and the court was like a leaky window, and news was flying all over the sky.

A state and county in the Northland.

Where the tide of corpses passed, there were no living people, the dead and silent village was empty and the town was terrible, the courtyard door was open and full of bloodstains but there were no bones and remains, after the corpses left, the sun dispersed the gray gas and brought a trace of warmth, occasionally birds and beasts ran quickly, and the village was separated by a mountain beam on the other side of the village There was a clanging sound of iron.

The village is not big, and there are some chickens, ducks, cats and dogs in the population of thirty or forty.

It is very strange to say that a big city with a population of two or three hundred thousand cannot stop the inundation of the tide of corpses, but such a small village is safe and sound, and even the villagers feel strange.

Because it was too remote and no one was notified to flee, it was too late for the corpses to come.

The villagers who worked fled back to the village, the women cried and the children screamed and the men roared, the strange thing was that those monsters actually let go of the people in the threshing floor, the small dragon temple next to the ginkgo tree in the center of the village bloomed a faint light, dispelling the gray and filthy air to protect the small temple around the threshing floor only, the lucky people gathered in front of the temple to survive, and the monster seemed to not see the villagers in front of the temple passing south.

The village elders led the people who were still alive to kneel in front of the dragon temple every day and kowtow, and three incense sticks in the morning, noon and evening.

Some people simply brought beds and mattresses to sleep in front of the temple.

Before, the county and the squire came to ask for the demolition of the temple, and the people in the village did not do it, so they saw blood, and those people scolded and left when they saw that they could not do anything, and they were too lazy to take risks, and they did not expect to escape because of this.

Today, the villagers once again gathered in front of the two-foot-tall Dragon Temple to worship.

"Worship the dragon ~protect the peace~"

Reluctant to kill chickens and slaughter pigs, the dexterous village woman steamed three animals with coarse steamed buns and placed them in front of the small temple, dozens of people kowtowed respectfully and religiously, more firm than fanatical believers.

The north was blessed by the dragon to build countless temples, but before the catastrophe came, the temple was demolished and the temple was destroyed, and there was no shelter.

The patriarch wrote the matter of not allowing the temple to be demolished into the family tree, and he couldn't wait to sacrifice his life to the dragon god, and the two-foot-high small dragon temple made of bluestone was wiped spotlessly, and there must be water in the dragon temple, or a stream, river, lake or well, and the well water next to the temple was also regarded by the villagers as an omnipotent divine water.

Bai Yujun just mobilized the weak earth veins and water veins to gather small temples to improve the environment, and was conscientious and not lazy.

The small bluestone temple exudes a faint majesty, protecting the threshing floor......

Southern Wilderness.

The city management yamen is still the desk with huge windows.

Bai Yujun lazily lay in the soft chair basking in the sun, yawning and listening to the brocade robe official on the other side also quoted scriptures, maybe if you don't say the profundity, you can't show the court's literary brilliance, a sentence can give you a few hundred words, and the four or six format is listless to listen to.

After a while, I couldn't help it.

"That...... Who's that?"

The official envoy's face was ugly, but he still hugged his fists according to etiquette, and secretly thought in his heart that although he was beautiful, he still behaved like a beast and was rude.

"In the lower park, the soldier is the squire. ”

"Oh, yes, Park Shilang has worked hard all the way, you see how can this sunny day be wasted, it's better to say it directly?"

"Uh...... On behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, this official asks the Demon Emperor to follow the ancient covenant and send troops to fight the demons. ”

"I'm a demon, right?"

"I'm sorry, it's a ...... to send troops to fight evil spirits"

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