The soul of the army is immortal, and it must fight when it is called.

The shadows in the sand and dust on the side of Huangquan Road are dense and black figures, the wind and sand fall, but what I see is a strong army that seems to have experienced a tragic battle, standing silent and silent, not moving at all.

Bai Yujun walked closer.

The red-clothed iron armor stood quietly with a spear and a horizontal knife at his waist, and the endless bloody army was raging and furious!

There are men and women, old and young, young men and women are mighty and eagle, the old man does not bend his waist and his body is straight, and the young man is five or six years old, boys and girls, who also wear red clothes, cover iron, carry guns and knives, all are soldiers!

The soldiers are scarred, their blades are like forests and frost, and they are like mountains!

In the middle of the team is a blood-red broken military flag erected high, killing Xiao Se, and the military spirit will not fall!

For the first time, Bai Yujun, as a true dragon, felt unspeakably shocked and unconsciously retreated, as if the entire iron-blooded army would wake up and resurrect at any time.

Riding a horse and sleeping quietly, the momentum is like a volcano waiting to erupt!

Bai Yujun faintly felt that their aura was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

A figure that had not been seen for a long time gradually became clear, and at the same time knew where the military flag belonged, no wonder the military evil spirit could deter the true dragon to retreat, it turned out to be the real Iron Blood Army.

"Zhenbei ......"

"Datang Tiance Army ......"

The thick armor and heavy armor on their bodies were the last line of defense of the Tang Empire.

In the eyes of Tiance Army, they should be born loyal to the country, benefit the country, do not seek wealth and nobility, and are determined to do more things in a limited lifespan.

For the peace of the Tang Dynasty, he met the gods and killed the gods, and the demons were slain, even if the catastrophe was gone.

Earth.

Remote third-tier cities.

Zhenbei, who is sweating and working to make money with his own skills, looks up at the starry sky.

"No regrets in this life......

I don't know if it's sweat or tears, sliding down the corners of my eyes.

All suffering is for the sake of returning to the team again.

Huangquan Road.

Bai Yujun retreated back to Huangquan Road, and the iron-blooded army once again hid in the slow yellow sand and dust, quietly guarding Huangquan Road, and what he didn't notice was that there was a vacancy in a certain position in the military formation......

The underworld and his entourage really didn't come in vain, and they should also walk around in the future to see this magical world.

Walking forward with the long team of ghosts, I didn't go too far, and I saw a sea of blood red flowers in front of me like a blood-colored carpet, which is called the road of fire by legend, which is very beautiful.

Walking here, the yellow sand disappears, and the black mountains can be seen in the distance.

The fiery red color brings the only color to the underworld, and the red blood path between the black peaks winds like an ink painting, leaving countless sad stories here and evoking the beauty experienced in the depths of memory.

Walking on the red carpet towards the Netherworld......

The flowers bloom on the other side, only the flowers do not see the leaves on the other side of the flowers, the flowers and leaves are born and the leaves are not seen, and they cherish each other forever.

Bai Yujun led the heavenly soldiers to escort the prisoner's true spirit to walk on the Huangquan Road, the mentality is different from that of the dead soul, in the eyes of the dead soul, this place is the last touch of color, remember the beauty, and the love is helpless.

And Bai Yujun watched with a witness mentality.

Long queues snag their way through.

I don't know how long to walk, the end of Huangquan Road is a long river that can not be seen, its water color is dark red, there is only one stone bridge across the river in front of Huangquan Road, and then go before the river is Xudu.

A certain white walked to the river with nothing to do and looked down, and was amazed.

"Lethe River, it's kind of interesting. ”

The water is densely packed with evil spirits stretching out their arms to climb ashore, or trying to pull the souls of the dead on the shore down, and the water is bloody, and the filth is unapproachable, the river is full of insects and snakes, the waves are rolling, and the fishy wind is blowing in the face.

The other ghosts, including Yincha, stayed away from the river for fear of falling and never coming up again.

A certain Bai watched it with relish and satisfied the huge curious dragon heart.

Seeing a figure on the shore, countless evil spirits stacked up close and stretched out their arms, crying or laughing, angry or lamenting, all kinds of noisy bewitchment went straight into my mind.

"Yo~ Who is more ferocious and violent than the divine beast?"

Bared teeth bared their fangs and roared low.

"Hiss~!"

The surface of the river suddenly fell silent, about a breath of silence, and then it calmed down, and some evil ghosts and evil spirits disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it were just an ordinary river of blood.

On the shore, a certain white hand pinched his waist proudly and made an incomprehensible appearance, as if he had found fun.

"Hahaha~ Next time I come to play with you, remember not to run too fast. ”

Suddenly, there was an idea.

On a whim, I remembered that I could control the water veins of the world, and this Lechuan River was also a river, could it also be manipulated and controlled? If anyone dared to offend themselves in the future, it would be very interesting to lead the water of the Lechuan River to his cave in the middle of the night.

pretended to be curious and squatted by the river, making a group of ghosts and heavenly soldiers look sideways.

Dig out a wooden stick from the storage bag, don't ask when you collected it, you don't even know what is in the small pocket, anyway, you can put it if it's fun.

Squatting by the river, the little hand held a wooden stick and poked cautiously, picked it up and saw that the part that entered the water was all gone.

After thinking about it, he wrapped the wooden stick with aura and tried again, but it was still melted and disappeared by the stinky blood water, and then tried it again with dragon qi, and the wooden stick was intact and unharmed.

There is an effect.

Use a spell to make a cloud of red blood and carefully touch the little hand.

It's very safe, there is no other abnormal feeling except for the fishy smell, the skin is not dripping, the little evil qi can't break the dragon scales, and the faucet is dizzy when you want to mobilize the water veins of the Lechuan River, it may be that the Lethe River is too big and your cultivation is too low.

"If you come back and see if you are strong in the future, you may be able to succeed. ”

got up and threw away the stick, turned around and ran quickly to the bridge to lead the team to Xudu, remembered the relevant legends, and pulled a pale face to inquire about the matter.

"Hey, may I ask you that this river was originally a boat ferry, and how did you build the bridge?"

Yin was stunned.

"There are too many souls, the ferry is too tiring, and it is easy to repair the bridge. ”

"Well, that sounds like a lot of sense. ”

Open the road and build a bridge when the water meets the mountain, although it is cool to say that it is cool to ferry the deceased with a hat and a hat, but there are too many souls to be busy at all, maybe some remote areas of the world still need ferrymen, and the main road is easy to get stuck in traffic.

Again, the story is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Escort the true spirit across the bridge and enter the capital.

According to the normal process, the soul of the dead must be judged and then sent to hell or reincarnated.

Walk into the tall city gate and enter the underworld, and learn the truth about the operation of the underworld, the ten halls of Hades don't have the time to interrogate countless dead souls, too many, even if the ten halls of Hades don't eat, drink, or rest, they can't finish the trial, it is very likely to lead to an explosion in the number of undead souls in the underworld, unless the big man is lucky enough to be judged by the king of Hades.

In charge of interrogation are countless ghost officials, busy criticizing.

Heavenly court prisoners have experienced a trial in heaven, and they can be disposed of directly according to the documents, without going through the court.

The underworld is very large, and the souls of the dead are constantly entering the city.

Bai Yujun continued to seal and use the identity jade to confirm his identity in accordance with the rules, and after signing, he escorted more than 50 prisoners to Naihe Bridge.