Fallen Eagle Stream, Falling Silver Valley.

This hidden valley, which used to be covered with snow all year round, has become a habitat for animals in the snowfields because it is inaccessible to people.

Now, this valley is full of ugly mountain ghost people, terrifying dissecting tables, and blood-drenched meat hooks.

Beasts of all breeds, or small beasts, were all decapitated and hung high on the hook.

The unique herbs of the mountain ghost clan, smoldering in the mud basin, were placed at the feet of the corpses of these beasts.

The dark red blood dripped into the mud basin with a "hiss" sound, and the smell of the herbs mixed with the evaporation of blood was really disgusting.

"Damn, we have seen what the Netherworld is like!" said a Hongyuan soldier who was bound hand and foot, gritting his teeth.

"Don't be silent, do you want to be the first to be unlucky?" the soldier next to him reminded in a low voice.

They are all heroic warriors of the Hongyuan Empire, most of them are ordinary sergeants, and the other few are Hongyuan Xuanjia soldiers with the physique of warriors.

This army, led by the deputy general of the Xuanjia Army, had a total of 400 people when it set out from Aoxue City.

Their purpose is to put an end to the "flying head" in the Fallen Eagle Stream.

But along the way, the mountain ghost clan had already set up an ambush, arrows, air erosion, and ghost spells, and every time they broke through a level, the sergeants had to lose nearly half.

In this valley of falling silver, there were less than 50 sergeants left.

And these 50 people did not succeed in completing the task, and even as soon as they entered the valley, they all felt weak, their hands and feet were paralyzed, and they fell into the snow, and let the ambushers of the mountain ghost tribe tie them hand and foot and carry them into the valley like cattle.

"What if the first one dies? This battle is so damn humiliating!" the soldier had already said in a loud voice, and he needed to exert all his strength to even speak loudly when he was out of strength.

As soon as the words fell, a heart-rending pain came from the soldier's shoulder.

"You're too noisy. An ambusher of the Mountain Ghost Clan, in the unfamiliar Hong Yuanguan dialect, carried a sharp meat hook in his hand, and stabbed straight at the shoulder blade of the soldier who had just spoken loudly.

"I ...... He...... Mother ......" he gritted his teeth, his shoulder pierced, but he still cursed, and did not let out a wail.

And the next moment, the Mountain Ghost Clan soldier raised his other hand, and a bright blade slashed down, heading straight for the soldier's neck.

With a pop, warm blood splattered, and a head rolled down on the snow, with an unwilling expression on his face.

"Phew!" the soldier spat at a mouthful of blood, his expression beginning to become confused.

He found that this knife went down, but it was not himself who died!

What rolled down in front of him was the head of the mountain ghost clan's ambusher, and just when he was stunned by doubt and shock, the headless body of the mountain ghost clan also fell straight to the ground.

"How-"

The soldier was halfway through his question, when he turned around, and saw a young man in white standing behind him, and blood stains fell on his coat like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

The other captured soldiers looked at him with the same eyes.

They were wondering where this young man came from, and the ice cave where the prisoners were held should be guarded by dozens of mountain ghost guards at the gate.

Ye Ling swung his sword and untied several soldiers, everyone helped each other, although it was difficult to even lift a knife, but slowly, they all regained their freedom.

"Thank you, little brother...... It's a pity that our brothers have inhaled poisonous gas, and they don't have the strength to ...... at all," a middle-aged soldier dressed differently from other soldiers said: "In the capital of Xiaao Snow City, Chen Yuansheng ......"

"Chen Dutong, you take the sergeants to rest and wait for me in this cave. Ye Ling helped Chen Dutong to a big rock in the ice cave and turned to leave.

"Little brother, who are you?" asked Chen Dutong.

"In Xia Ye Ling. ”

"Ye Ling?!That Ye Ling in Yuyang City!" The sergeants in the cave were all shocked.

They had already heard that Ye Ling, the young hero of Gyeongju City, would come to Aoxue City to help the soldiers repel the mountain ghost clan.

But in their cognition, a person's strength is always limited, and today Ye Ling suddenly descended from the sky, completely subverting everyone's cognition.

"Someone...... Help me up......" Chen Yuansheng exerted all his strength, stood up with difficulty, endured the numbness of his legs, held on to the cold cave, and walked towards the entrance of the ice cave.

Before he reached the door, he couldn't help but gasp.

The dozens of mountain ghost guards guarding the entrance of the cave, their corpses were mutilated, as if they had been put into the meat grinder of the butcher shop, and their deaths were not miserable.

These mountain ghost guards are very strong, ordinary Hong Yuan sergeants, and they need to form a team to compete with them.

"Dutong, this ......" The soldier who was supporting Chen Yuansheng beside him was speechless for a while, "This is impossible, although this Ye Ling is very powerful, he can cut the enemy into flesh foam in an instant, but he should always make some noise, right?"

Chen Yuansheng narrowed his eyes, nodded slowly, did not speak, and looked out of the cave.

............

Leaving the ice cave of the captured soldiers, Ye Ling went straight to the depths of the Silver Valley.

As he had originally expected, this deep valley was indeed shrouded in a thick corrosive gas, and even if the group of Hongyuan soldiers could avoid the poisonous gas, the layers of corrosive gas in front of them would not be able to break through.

Ye Ling didn't have the equipment to dispel the corrosive qi with him this time, but after he fused the remnant soul of the Mountain Ghost King, his body was no longer affected by the corrosive qi at all, and he walked through it as if he were walking on the ground.

In fact, this was also the reason why Ye Ling could quietly kill so many mountain ghost defenders.

In the perception of the Mountain Ghost Clan, Ye Ling's aura was the same as their kind, Ye Ling was diving into the ice cave, and they didn't notice it at all.

By the time Ye Ling took the initiative to appear, it was already a group of swords coming out, and the group of mountain ghost clans wanted to fight back again, and it was too late to regret it.

Through the layers of erosion, the road under your feet has become smoother, and the field of vision has been much broader.

Here, it seems to be an open area in the Luoyin Valley, and the cold wind in the valley is a little less here, which is a suitable place to stay.

Ye Ling was just about to dust off the snow foam on his body, only to see dozens of mountain ghost soldiers not far ahead, surrounded in front of a circular stone platform, armed with crude spears or spiked clubs.

On the stone platform, an old mountain ghost holding a black wooden staff, dressed in tattered cloth robes, was dancing a strange dance.

Flying heads kept popping up from under the stone platform at his feet, and the spells in his mouth were intermittent and hoarse, and seemed to have some kind of guidance to make these flying heads go towards his purpose.

"Ghost Spell Master......" Ye Ling muttered to himself.