At this moment, the Zhentian City has become a mess, hundreds of people dragged their families and fled towards the interior of the Hou Zhou, crying, shouting, noisy, begging sounds, rows of Hou Zhou soldiers in bronze armor have no longer care about much, one after another climbed the city wall, trying their best to block the black torrent in front of them.

In the distance, Kong Laosan crossed his arms around his chest, quietly looking at the scene in front of him, without the slightest expression on his face, but in his eyes, there was a faint look of shock.

"Soldier armor is like ants, life is like grass, and ancient armor is cold and shattered iron clothing."

The extremely tragic scene in front of him has only been seen in the film and television dramas of his previous life, and he has come to the battlefield in person, this kind of intuitive feeling of beating drums and killing and blood-staining the world has nothing to do with cultivation or strength, but it can make a coward's blood surge, and then fight desperately.

Two months ago, after separating from Qian Hu outside Bianjing City, Kong Laosan did not hesitate much, and directly crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to come to this frontier place. As for the auction in Qian Hu's mouth, there is something special, it is said that it was secretly solicited by a prince of the Later Zhou royal family, and there are many secret treasures treasured in the Later Zhou Dynasty for thousands of years, and even some secret secrets. However, considering his own strength, even if he captures some good things, he may not be able to return safely, and with the secret peeping of Burning Sky Valley, he can only give up decisively.

For what he wants at present, Kong Laosan knows very well in his heart that it is fundamental to take care of his injuries and improve his strength, and as for some things outside his body, he doesn't care much about them.

Behind the black torrent, a man in black armor and black face, covered in blood, riding a two-horned lion and tiger beast, standing on the waist of a bear, looked at the battlefield in front of him without moving, his eyes were full of lust.

"The generals will listen to the order, and when the city is broken, no matter the soldiers and the people, they will all be slaughtered, and no one will be left!"

"Obey the orders of the Night General!"

As soon as the night puppet's voice fell, a burst of overwhelming sounds sounded behind him, neatly aligned, straight into the sky, full of killing and coldness.

In seven days, towering as a mountain, Zhentian City, known as the first level of the Later Week, was completely engulfed by the black torrent, and the entire city turned into Shura Hell, where the black torrent passed, there were almost no living creatures, which could be described as not growing an inch of grass.

Half a month later, Daqin's black-armored Xuan army gradually retreated, at this moment, the entire city has been completely destroyed, at a glance, corpses are everywhere, broken armor, blood-stained broken spears glow with a cold luster under the reflection of the sun, and the rich death air soars into the sky.

On the broken city, Kong Laosan looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, but his heart was calm and abnormal, he didn't feel sadness, nor did he feel any pity, at this moment, even Kong Laosan himself was shocked by his cold-bloodedness.

It was almost noon at this moment, Kong Laosan thought about it, slapped his waist, and a black ghost face as thin as paper and glowing with metallic luster fell into his hand, and gently applied it to his face, and immediately turned into a white-faced young man, his figure flashed, stepping on the bones, and flew towards the center of the city.

The closer you get to the center of the city, the more broken limbs and bones there are, and the more blood and death will become. In addition to Kong Laosan, there are several mysterious lone travelers around. Some of them, like Kong Laosan, hide their breath all over their bodies and can't see the depth, while others disdain to hide it, and they are obviously martial artists who have achieved cultivation.

Of course, most of the people who can come here are evil cultivators. Or use the dead corpses here to practice some evil magic and secret arts, or use the death qi and blood qi here to refine some evil soldiers. They are very guarded against each other, separated by a large distance from each other, and there is basically no communication.

After a while, Kong Laosan did not stop, and continued to gallop towards the depths of the city, until there was no longer the slightest figure around, and then he stopped, looked at the sky, found a secluded place, and quietly vomited.

Two hours later, when the sky was getting dark, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes, glanced around, nodded secretly, and then patted his waist, the black light flashed in front of him, and a black coffin about half a zhang long fell to the ground with a "bang".

Kong Laosan was not polite, urging the spiritual power to pour into it, and on the coffin lid, the runes that were originally carved like knives came to life in an instant, like a fish swimming in a painting, constantly swinging and converging, just two breaths, a baby's palm-sized, like the ancient seal "mountain" The pictogram rune condensed out, wandering towards the gap in the coffin lid.

"Crunch ......"

With a tooth-aching crunch, the body of a man in a sackcloth came into view. Even after such a long time, the corpse in front of him was unharmed, with a ruddy complexion and crystal skin, as if he had just died.

Staring at this corpse for a long time, Kong Laosan thought about it, and did not take out the corpse directly, with a flip of his palm, a thin booklet fell into his hand, "White Bone Puppet", one of the five types of alien soldiers in the "Yin Spirit Sutra", needs to devour the backbone of thousands of living beings, the more it is swallowed, the stronger the power of the white bone puppet.

The reason why I came to this frontier is for this reason.

Thinking of this, Kong Laosan didn't delay any longer, and with a wave of his sleeves, the colorful array of flags fell in front of him and began to be arranged.

Three hours later, the moon hangs in the middle of the sky.

As the last array flag submerged into the eye of the formation, the surrounding air suddenly condensed, and an invisible force enveloped the surroundings, and the surrounding rich blood, death, and evil qi were pulled by this force and slowly converged.

Feeling the gathering speed of the bad luck in the formation, Kong Laosan nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, the corpse in the coffin was bound by an invisible force, and with the rotation of Kong Laosan's mind, it fell steadily in front of him.

After thinking about it, Kong Laosan put his fingers together, and his spiritual power turned into a sharp blade, and with a slight stroke, he removed all the robes on the corpse, and at the same time, pinched the trick with both hands, and the Dao spiritual power runes entered the acupoints everywhere in the corpse. Nearly two hours later, as the last spiritual power rune entered the body, the corpse that was originally like an insulator instantly turned into a black hole, and the rich obscurity around it seemed to have found an outlet, like a thread, constantly converging towards the corpse.

Seeing this scene, Kong Laosan's heart was relieved, but he didn't stop there, as his fingertips condensed red, using his fingers as knives, some extremely complicated essence blood runes were carved on the chest of the corpse. Torso, limbs, chest and back. By the time the rune was finished, Kong Laosan's face had become extremely pale, and he wiped the sweat stains on his head and breathed a long sigh of relief. The portrayal of this rune was even more terrifying than the spiritual power consumed by the formation just arranged.

After a while, when he regained some strength, Kong Laosan's palm flipped over, and a small bone-white sword fell into his hand, and under the urging of spiritual power, the small sword instantly turned into a three-foot Qingfeng, and bombarded the ground, but with a cup of tea, there was an extra three-zhang pit in front of him.

Put the body back into the coffin, and under the urging of spiritual power, bury the body directly into the pit along with the coffin.

After doing all this, Kong Laosan looked at the sky, thought about it, and did not leave, but slowly closed his eyes and meditated on the ground.

There are corpses and bones everywhere, there is no silence in the dead city, but in a corner of the city, there is a young man with a beautiful face who is meditating in the pile of corpses and bones, this situation, no matter how you look at it, you will feel a little weird. It's just that for Kong Laosan, who has been a man in two lives, the matter of life and death has already been seen through in his previous life, and the scene in front of him will not affect him in the slightest.

With a breath and a breath, in the dantian, the spiritual power escaping from the blood of the demon baby like a bean wandered away from all parts of the body, nourishing his own body while constantly expanding his dantian cyclone.

For Kong Laosan, refining a white bone puppet with the body of a cultivator does not have the slightest psychological burden, and the obsession with good and evil has long been explored, especially in this world where the strength is above morality and law, following one's heart is the way to act!

Three days later, after the spiritual power consumed in his body was fully recovered, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the bone refining array in front of him, he thought about it slightly, and casually pinched up a few illusion prohibitions. After doing all this, Kong Laosan didn't stay anymore and turned to leave.

The white bone puppet can't be refined without three or five years, but it is undoubtedly impossible to let Kong Laosan wait here for three or five years.

In the southeast of Zhentian City, about 300 miles away, there is a city called "Qiong", Qiongcheng can be said to be one of the most prosperous cities in the north of the Later Zhou Dynasty, originally used for trade with the merchants of the Great Qin, but since the conquest of the Four Kingdoms, this city has gradually declined, and the prosperity is not as good as before. However, the teleportation circle in the city is still functioning normally.

Just when Kong Laosan was about to escape from Zhentian City and gallop all the way to the southeast, at the edge of Zhentian City, he suddenly sensed something, and his galloping figure suddenly stopped, and a pair of slightly cold eyes looked to the left.

In the distance, a middle-aged man with white hair and white floc, pointed mouth and hair, and lame walking was constantly looking for something, carrying a blood-colored demon banner on his shoulder, which looked strange, but the aura that was exuding from his body was far beyond the level of the ninth layer of qi refining, at least it was also the foundation building realm.

Seeing this, Kong Laosan secretly frowned, thought about it, and with a movement of his heart, his eyebrows fluctuated together, and an invisible force probed towards the demon flag on the monster's shoulder!