The ruins of ancient megalithic buildings are shrouded in darkness like ink and death.

The black skeleton corpse wearing broken and rusty armor sat on the throne of skeletons. He lowered his head and looked at the back of his hands and chest and abdomen with a black face. He saw more than a dozen large and small scars constantly leaking black energy. The low-level skeletons under him immediately smelled the black energy.

With great strength and excitement, the black bones crushed the skeletons casually.

"Dragon Tomb Weapon, that's what it is..."

fortress.

The hurricane clears away the filth, blowing away the dead air and seeing the clear sky and daylight again.

Five days after the storm came, the soldiers of Yanguo and the elite soldiers of Jiuli in the fortress breathed a sigh of relief. The plain outside the pass was once filled with densely packed corpses. After the wind passed, the remaining corpses were scattered everywhere. At least there would be no more corpses in the short term. The soldiers felt that there would be no more corpses in the short term.

The stone fell to the ground temporarily, and I admired the legendary dragon even more.

However, the high-level bosses had the opposite attitude, looking sad and indifferent.

Representatives from all parties gathered in the fortress conference hall to discuss how to deal with the terrifying black skeleton corpse. As the commander of the snake demon soldiers who were the main combat force at the grassroots level, Bai Yujun and Qiao Jin sat in the corner and listened.

He raised his pointed ears and listened carefully. Moubai always showed respect for knowledge.

Yu Rong explained the details about the black bone corpse.

"Today, several Taoist friends came from afar to fight the evil spirits together. Let me tell you in detail about the black bone corpse."

"Zombies are born from resentment, death, and bad luck. They are abandoned by the three realms of heaven, earth, and human beings and are outside the six realms of living beings. We all know this."

"The corpse with black bones should be called indestructible bones in detail."

"If the bones don't melt, they won't be stained with human blood. If the corpse falls to the ground, even if the coffin is rotten and the clothes are rotten, everything will turn to earth. If the bones don't melt, they will be as black as a rock. They will be resurrected after a long period of resentment, death, and bad luck."

"Zombies have different strengths, such as drought demons. They are haunted by droughts in thousands of miles of rivers in the red land."

"Hundreds of years ago, Drought Demons appeared on the ancient battlefield, and they extracted the bones of my third disciple, Bai Jiao, and burned them. The Drought Demons have different strengths. There are strong and weak ones even without bones. Unfortunately, we met the best among them."

The hall was so quiet that one could hear the needle drop, and many powerful officials who were usually indifferent had sad faces.

Everyone has seen the black-bone corpse and is deeply impressed by its strength. It takes several top monks in the Mahayana period to fight with it. In the early stage of Mahayana, the only option is to run away. If it hides in the dark, it suddenly assassinates someone.

Can you escape?

Cultivation is the highest priority. I originally thought that I would be fearless and calm in this world. Who would have thought that sudden changes would threaten the life of every monk.

Qiao Jin didn't expect that the boss would kill Hanbao.

If we say who the poor people are most afraid of monsters, Hanban will definitely rank first.

As soon as the drought demons appeared, the land was thousands of miles away, and the fields were barren and there was no harvest. Qiao Jin knew how serious the drought demons were to the world. Although he had not seen how the boss killed the drought demons, it was definitely a big battle.

Moubai vaguely remembered the Hanba whose backbone he had whipped.

"It's great, there is a good way to kill corpses for real people."

The old monk from Jinshan Temple asked frankly. Chunyang Palace and Western Buddhism each had their own strengths. It was obvious that Chunyang Palace was more professional and knowledgeable in dealing with the matter of not turning into bones. In the face of such disasters, both parties had already agreed to cooperate sincerely. Many times,

Chunyang Yurong, the real person, takes the lead in the overall situation and everyone is convinced.

Yu Zhenren sighed.

"It's difficult. The sword formation is enough to kill it, but the black bone corpse will not sit still and wait for death. It may be difficult to easily set foot in the pure Yang formation."

Everyone expressed their opinions and talked about it.

There are many ways to kill the Black Bone Corpse, but as Yu Rong said, it will not just obey and wait for death. Many methods become meaningless if it cannot be controlled. The worst thing is how to defend against the Black Bone Corpse's sneak attack and assassination.

We cannot all gather together and rely on the protection of Mahayana monks.

The most important thing is what to do next time when many high-level zombies attack.

The strength of the two sides is almost the same. Everyone is going to deal with their opponents, so who will deal with the black-bone zombies? What if there are manpower left to guard against it, but there are too many high-level zombies that we can't bear?

Bai Yujun and Qiao Jin listened for a while and then left through the side door when they saw that there was nothing they could do.

It's like this every day, and I can't find a solution.

The sky is blue and warm outside.

A certain dragon felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The most obvious thing about them walking together is the difference in height. Qiao Jin is very tall, has a slender and plump figure, and walks bravely in silver-white light armor, while a certain Jiao next to her looks petite and slender, which is very embarrassing...

Forget it, don't mind.

While walking back, Qiao Jin mentioned another thing.

"Boss, the commander-in-chief of Yanguo Fortress proposed that the three of us go out together to exterminate the remaining rotten corpses. Each of us will send 30,000 troops. The commander of the Jiuli Bai tribe and I discussed and decided to send 10,000 troops, and the black tribe should be the same."

The hurricane receded, revealing the remaining corpses scattered everywhere. To prevent the threat from gathering again, the fortress sent troops to exterminate them.

Bai Yujun raised his eyes.

"The Imperial Court of the Yan Kingdom wants to dominate the three-party army? It's a good idea to follow the trend and tell them not to stray too far from the fortress after leaving the customs. The low-level rotting corpses are gone, but the high-level zombies are still alive and well. As for the Imperial Court of the Yan Kingdom,

You can think about normal combat matters and forget about the rest."

"Well, I will be careful. To be honest, the court is too confusing because of the many people in the court. The generals under the commander-in-chief have their own masters in the court. It is difficult to unify the command and gather combat effectiveness. There are too many things to consider when fighting.

, we can still defend the city, but we really don’t dare to cooperate with them in field battles.”

Qiao Jin was familiar with the routine of the court. There were too many people behind him and his hands could not reach far, so his fighting ability was worrying.

Bai Yujun touched the dragon's horn and couldn't think of a good solution. It is estimated that Jiuli's side also had a headache with the court's little tricks. Bai Yujun had seen the imperial army send messengers several times to give orders, either on weekdays or during war.

, I want to subtly make the Snake Demon Army and Jiuli get used to giving orders from a small and inconspicuous place, and slowly take over the command.

To be honest, if there are real famous generals in Yanguo's court who don't mind obeying orders, but they are afraid of people who talk about military affairs on paper to gain fame and reputation, and usually talk about buffaloes and stop eating when business is serious, that would be a sinkhole.

"Then let's join forces with Shirabu. Anyway, we are familiar with each other and can cooperate well."

"Okay, I'll go talk to General Baibu right now."

"Go ahead."

Qiao Jin turned around and headed towards Jiuli station, while Bai Yujun returned to Chunyang station.

Yawned and felt slightly sleepy.

The comfortable and warm weather made Jiao drowsy. The strong man in the blacksmith shop next to him was swinging his hammer, shirtless and sweating profusely. The jingle was like a lullaby. He was unconsciously attracted by the sound of metal clang.

Passing by the camps of casual cultivators and soldiers.

Many soldiers shouted loudly about gambling, and a certain ordinary-looking casual cultivator was lying on a grain cart holding a wine gourd in his hand while drinking. He squinted at the young girl in white who walked by in front of him, wiped the corners of his mouth and lowered his head after drinking.

As I was walking, I suddenly felt my ankles feel warm...

He lowered his head and found that the dragon spear that had turned into an anklet was flashing with fluorescence. He frowned and narrowed his eyes. It felt abnormal. Suddenly! The tiny anklet suddenly flew away and flew into the white palm of his hand and turned into a dragon spear!
Chapter completed!