At this moment, Zhentian City was already in chaos, and countless people fled towards the inner land of Houzhou. The crying and shouting were loud and begging were connected. The rows of Houzhou soldiers wearing bronze armor were no longer caring about it. They climbed the city wall one by one, trying their best to block the black torrent in front of them.

In the distance, Kong Laosan wrapped his arms around his chest and looked at the scene in front of him quietly. There was no expression on his face, but there was a faint look of shock in his eyes.

"The army is like ant's life is like grass, and the ancient armor is cold and shreds of iron clothes."

The extremely tragic scene in front of me was only seen in film and television dramas in my previous life. I personally visited the battlefield. This intuitive feeling of beating drums and killing the world and blood-staining the world has nothing to do with cultivation or strength, but can make a coward's blood surge and then fight and fight regardless of everything.

Two months ago, after leaving Qian Hu outside Bianjing City, Kong Laosan did not hesitate much, so he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to the frontier of the border. As for the auction in Qian Hu's mouth, there was something special. It is said that a prince of the Later Zhou royal family secretly recruited and held it. The auction items included are secret treasures collected by the Later Zhou for thousands of years, and even some secret techniques and secret books. However, considering his own strength, even if he got some good things, he might not be able to return safely; with the secret peeping of the Fentian Valley, he could only decisively give up.

Kong Laosan is very clear about what he wants at the moment. Restoring injuries and improving his own strength is the fundamental reason. As for some external things, he doesn't care much.

Behind the black torrent, a man with a black armor and black face, covered in blood and energy, riding a double-horned lion, tiger beast, tiger, and bear waist, looked at the battlefield in front of him without moving, with a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

"All the generals obeyed the orders and when the city was broken, all soldiers and people would slaughter them, and no one would be left behind!"

"Abide by General Ye's order!"

As soon as Ye Kui finished speaking, a series of overwhelming sounds sounded behind him, neatly and uniformly, soaring into the sky, full of the cold and fierce feeling of killing.

In seven days, Zhentian City, which is as tall as a mountain and is known as the first level of the Later Zhou Dynasty, was completely swallowed up by the black torrent. The entire city turned into a Shura hell. Wherever the black torrent passed, there were almost no living creatures, which could be described as not being born in no way.

After half a month, the black armored Xuan army of Daqin gradually retreated. At this moment, the entire city had been destroyed. At first glance, corpses were everywhere, broken armor, blood-stained spears shone with a cold luster under the reflection of the sunlight, and the rich dead aura rushed into the sky.

On the broken city, Kong Laosan looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, but his heart was extremely calm, neither feeling sad nor pity. At this moment, even Kong Laosan himself was shocked by his cold blood.

It was almost noon at this moment. Kong Laosan thought about it, and slapped his waist. A black ghost face thin as paper and shone with a metallic luster in his hand. He applied it gently to his face, and immediately turned into a white-faced boy. His figure flashed, stepped on his corpse 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 will be, and the more blood and qi will become more intense. In addition to Kong Laosan, there are also a few mysterious lonely tourists around. Some of them hide their breath like Kong Laosan, and they cannot see the depth, while others disdain to hide it. The blood and qi are all over the sky, which is obviously a successful martial artist.

Of course, most of the people who can come here are evil cultivators. They either use the dead corpses here to practice some evil magic secret techniques, or use the dead qi and blood qi here to refine some evil soldiers. They are very alert to each other, and there is a long distance between them, and there is basically no communication.

After watching for a while, Kong Laosan did not stop and continued to gallop deep into the city. He did not see any figures around him before he could barely stop, looked at the sky, found a secluded place, and quietly breathed in.

Two hours later, when the sky gradually darkened, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes, glanced around, nodded secretly, and then slapped his waist. A black light flashed in front of him, and a black coffin about half a meter long fell to the ground with a "bang". The black coffin in front of him was extremely heavy. As soon as he fell to the ground, a deep hole was smashed out, and some bone limbs around him were crushed into powder.

Kong Laosan was not polite, and activated his spiritual power to pour it into it. On the lid of the coffin, the runes originally carved by a knife came alive instantly, swinging and gathering like fish swimming in a painting. In just two breaths, a baby's pictographic rune, the size of an ancient seal "mountain" condensed and wandered towards the gap in the lid of the coffin.

“Crunch”

With a sour creaking sound, the body of a man in a numb dress came into his eyes. Even though he had been separated for so long, the body in front of him was completely unharmed, with a rosy complexion and crystal clear skin, as if he had just died.

After staring at the corpse for a while, Kong Laosan thought about it and did not take it out directly. He flipped his palm and a thin booklet fell into his hand. "Bone Puppet", one of the five kinds of alien soldiers in the "Yin Ling Sutra", needs to swallow the spines of thousands of creatures. The more they swallow, the stronger the power of the white bone puppet.

The reason why I came to this border military front is for this matter.

Thinking of this, Kong Laosan no longer delayed. With the wave of his sleeve, the colorful array flag plate fell in front of him and began to be arranged.

Three hours later, the moon hangs in the sky.

As the last array flag penetrated into the array eye, the air around suddenly condensed, and an invisible force enveloped the surroundings. The rich blood and death qi surrounding them slowly gathered by this force.

Feeling the speed of bad luck gathering in the formation, Kong Laosan nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, the corpse in the coffin was bound by an invisible force. As Kong Laosan's thoughts turned, he fell steadily in front of him.

After thinking about it, Kong Laosan's fingers were gathered together, and his spiritual power turned into a sharp blade. With a gentle stroke, he removed all the robes on the body. At the same time, he pinched his hands and punched the spiritual runes into the acupoints everywhere in the body. Nearly two hours later, as the last spiritual rune entered the body, the corpse, which was originally like an insulator, instantly turned into a black hole. The rich bad luck around seemed to have found a catharsis port, like silk threads, constantly gathering into the body.

Seeing this scene, Kong Laosan felt relieved, but he did not stop. As the fingertips condensed, he used his fingers as a knife to carve some extremely complicated runes of essence and blood on the chest. The torso and limbs, and behind the chest. When the runes were carved, Kong Laosan's face had become extremely pale. He wiped the sweat stains on his head and breathed a sigh of relief. The portrayal of this rune was even more terrifying than the spiritual power consumed by the formation just now.

After a while, after recovering some strength, Kong Lao San flipped his palm and a small white sword fell into his hand. With the spiritual power, the sword instantly turned into a three-foot green edge and bombarded the ground. In just one cup of tea, a three-foot hole appeared in front of him.

The body was re-placed into the coffin, and with the spiritual power, the body was directly buried in the pit along with the coffin.

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

The dead city was full of corpses, and there was no silence in the dead city. In a corner of the city, there was a handsome young man breathing in the pile of bones in the corpse mountain. This situation would be a little strange no matter how you look at it. However, for Confucius, who had been a man for two lives, he had already seen through life and death in his previous life, and the scene in front of him would not affect him at all.

With one breath and one breath, the spiritual power radiated from the bean-like demon baby's essence and blood in the dantian wandered away from all over the body, nourishing one's body while constantly expanding its dantian cyclone.

For Confucius, there is no psychological burden to refining a white bone puppet with the corpse of a cultivator. He has long discovered the obsession with good and evil in his two lives, especially in this world where strength is above the moral law, following one's own heart is the way to act!

Three days later, after the spiritual power consumed in his body was completely restored, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the bone refining array in front of him, thought for a moment, and pinched up several illusion prohibitions. After doing all this, Kong Laosan did not stop and turned around and left.

The white bone puppet cannot be refined without three to five years, but it is undoubtedly impossible to ask Kong Laosan to wait here for three to five years. The border city will not come here, which is also the reason why Kong Laosan dared to try it out.

To the southeast of Zhentian City, about three hundred 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. It was originally used for trade with merchants from the Qin Dynasty. However, since the four countries fought, the city gradually declined and its prosperity was much less than before. However, the teleportation array in the city could still operate normally.

Just as Kong Laosan was about to escape from Zhentian City and galloped all the way to the southeast, he suddenly sensed something at the edge of Zhentian City. His speeding figure suddenly stopped, and his slightly cold eyes looked to the left.

In the distance, a middle-aged man with white hair, pointed mouth, fur and limp cheeks was constantly looking for something, carrying a blood-colored demon banner on his shoulder, looking strange, but his breath scattered all over his body far exceeds the level of the ninth level of Qi Refining, and at least it is also the foundation-building realm.
Chapter completed!