(One general succeeds and thousands of bones wither, but the vegetation flourishes. Is it human determination?)

The stars were opaque and the moon's shadow was invisible. After saying goodbye to Yuan Shoucheng at Cockcrow Pass, Yang Jian and others entered Baihu Ridge from the solitary bridge.

The mountains here are disorderly, the rocks are scattered randomly, and even the dark clouds in the sky are gathering together.

Day and night were nowhere to be distinguished, and the road could only be vaguely seen through the faint glimpses of skylight in the distance and the phosphorus fire floating in the mountains.

After Yuan Shoucheng's advice, these people were afraid of being riddled with bones, so they simply picked up a few willow leaves from the cliff and pasted them on their foreheads.

Sophora japonica is a yin sign, so most common ghost things in the human world happen here. Therefore, there are also rumors that people use sophora willow leaves to dip into the well water to lower the anger and see ghosts.

After walking for half an hour, these people did not see the March of Bones that Yuan Shoucheng mentioned in the air.

Yang Jian stood on a mountaintop and looked out. The White Tiger Ridge stretched for more than three hundred miles from here to there, and was much larger than the isolated island in the Minghai Sea.

Judging from Yuan Shoucheng's description, the army of bones in Baihuling should be similar to the monkey corpses on the shore of Minghai back then, but in terms of quantity, it definitely exceeded the number of corpses on the shore of Minghai several times.

Although he has the Xuan Gong Nailing Ghost Technique at his side, the three demon generals under his command are unable to subdue the undead. If those bones are attracted to attack, this trip will be delayed for a lot of time.

"Demon King, my subordinates remember that that day in Minghai, when Mu Xiaoxiao, the envoy of the Mountain-moving Star, was talking about Baihu Ridge, he mentioned a mass grave." Chang Hao suddenly said.

Yang Jian said: "There have been many mass graves on the way back and forth. If we go hundreds of miles here, there must be many more. Where can we distinguish the place Xiaoxiao mentioned..."

Wait... Yang Jian looked at the mountains in the distance and murmured: "In the place where the mountains are shaded, the evil spirits gather, the mountains do not hide the wind, and the evil waters are everywhere...

Since this White Bone Lady is extremely evil, I think she must be hiding in the place where the yin gathers in Baihu Ridge..."

After a while, Yang Jian set his sights on a mountain col in the northwest of Baihu Ridge.

"let's go..."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, he felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and watched helplessly as the dead wood beside him was covered with a layer of frost...

"Chuck...cluck..."

There was a sudden sound of explosions among the rocks, and white bones and arms broke out of the ground. On the boundary of the hundreds of miles of mountains, the dense white bones turned into a sea wave and spread...

This momentum made even Yang Jian, who was used to seeing the battlefield, feel chills in his back.

They were once bodies made of flesh and blood, but now their flesh and blood have been stripped away by time, but they can still reach the top of the mountains and the valleys.

This power may not only come from Madam White Bones, but also from a power called "resentment"...

After a hundred years of human life, there are countless good times. There are hermits in the mountains, traveling merchants, generals on war, farmers plowing fields, scholars of Confucianism, and geishas who perform tricks.

A handful of loess is enough to put them to sleep...

A long sleep? Can you sleep peacefully?

If it were not for ambition and lack of support, how could a scholar live in seclusion in the mountains? If poverty was not a crime, how could he leave his hometown to do business?

If the family and the country were not in turmoil, how could they be crowned generals on the battlefield? If their skins were not filled, how could they be crowned with the light of the sky?

Look at the bones at your feet. How many of them have ancestors here?

The evildoers were reduced to bones, so the Emperor of Tang sent people to fight.

Death becomes bones again.

People tend to believe that gods will save them, but where are the gods they believe in?

To the gods, these bones will disappear in just three thousand years.

Three thousand years, just...

Yang Jian and the others turned around and saw that the solitary bridge they came from was crowded with bones and undead. They lingered in front of the Jiming Pass, blocked by the evil black talismans.

Yuan Shoucheng, on the other hand, was sitting leisurely in front of the gate, holding a red-crowned rooster, looking at the bones with cloudy eyes.

"Do you know what are the three most terrifying words in the world?" Yang Jian said.

The three monsters shook their heads.

Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said: "Even though I knew that my destiny was like this, I had no intention of resisting at all. I allowed my body to be destroyed by fate. In the end, I just said helplessly and got used to it..."

A few people headed against the tide of corpses toward the northwest mountain col. The leaves of the locust tree blocked the fire, and the bones could not detect where they were going.

The closer they got to the northwest, the more Yin Qi became. They felt a bright white light appear before their eyes, and saw the soil in the mountainous area begin to churn.

Although it is white bones, this time it does not look like human bones. It has a body of two feet with sharp claws on four legs. It has a pair of staggered fangs and a shimmering blue light in its eye sockets.

These are tiger bones, there are seven or eight of them, with a little bit of white skin on the small parts. Walking in the wilderness, shaking his head...

The centipede relied on the leaves of the locust tree to block the fire and took a step forward. Unexpectedly, these seven or eight blue-eyed white tiger corpses actually put their tiger heads towards the centipede.

"Be careful!" Yang Jian shouted softly.

The centipede didn't dare to move after hearing this and stood straight on the spot. From this point of view, the mass graves in the mountain col must be the key to finding Mrs. Bones.

Otherwise, how could these tiger corpses detect the centipede that blocked the fire?

At this moment, the tiger corpse got close to the centipede and sniffed around him. The centipede didn't dare to move when it saw this. Unexpectedly, one of the tiger corpses squatted down and carried the two bone claws up to the centipede.

On the shoulders of the dragon!

This attack caught him off guard, and he immediately fell back with a "Ah!" sound. When the tiger corpses on the side saw a living person, they swarmed up and opened their sharp teeth to bite the centipede.

Yang Jian frowned, knowing that a flaw had been missed, he stood up and dangled the Nail Ghost Technique of the Mysterious Earth Scroll on his fingertips.

As he breathed, afterimages drifted by, and those tiger corpses were nailed to the spot.

Just the moment the tiger corpse was immobilized, the surrounding cold air suddenly shrank toward the mountain col. The entire mountain range shook as if thousands of troops were galloping forward, attacking with overwhelming force!

Yang Jian secretly thought that this was not good, this was a hornet's nest. Within a few breaths, several people could see from a distance that the undead army that had been lingering at Jiming Pass was gathering towards this mountain col...

"Let's go!" Yang Jian shouted, squatting down, grabbing a handful of gravel and throwing it into the air.

"Throwing beans makes an army!"

In response, hundreds of soldiers in armor stood behind a few people.

Not daring to stay any longer, Yang Jian led the three monsters and jumped into the mountain col. He opened his eyes wide and searched for the location of the mass grave.

After a while, Yang Jian saw several coffins placed crookedly a hundred meters away.

The coffin is sealed with black wood, and corpse insects come in and out. And the black coffin in the middle is exuding a trace of black air.

Yang Jian glanced coldly, vaguely feeling that there was danger in the coffin, so he summoned the Roaring God Dog to quell the evil.

The dog is psychic, and the dog also noticed something strange around him, transformed into a golden body of a lion dog, and rushed over.

With just one roar, the coffin exuding black air exploded.

In an instant, the sound of thousands of troops galloping rang out for no reason, colliding with the killing sounds of the army of bones.

The scattered black energy gradually condensed into a general. Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, he saw the general suddenly raised his head and killed the army of bones surrounding him.

Yang Jian and others felt confused. They thought that the trap was set up here to prevent others from invading, but they did not expect that the resentful spirit was heading towards the army of bones.

Could it be that I made a mistake?

Yang Jianqi ignored the resentful spirit and went up to look into the coffin.

It doesn't matter what it looked like, but I saw a piece of human skin with its face stuck to the bottom of the coffin!

The roaring sound gradually faded out of Yang Jian's mind, and the only face he saw was that of an old man with a dirty face, wrinkled and numb.

The edge has grown together with the bottom of the coffin...

The three monsters and Xiaotian saw that Yang Jian was in a trance, and the resentful spirits and soldiers transformed by Xuan Gong who were killed could no longer withstand the offensive of countless bones and bones, and were being defeated bit by bit.

"Demon King!" Chang Hao roared.

Yang Jian came back to his senses. His eyelids were twitching fiercely. The coffin was at least a hundred years old, but although the old man's face was dilapidated, it was not rotten...

And the traces of Madam Bones also come to an end here...

Yang Jian looked around and saw the resentful spirit carrying a broken white bone with its invisible body.

It muttered: "You... you bones, how can you stand up again?!"

Yang Jian knew that this resentful spirit should be the general sent by Emperor Tang to stop the Bone Army, but now he probably doesn't know that he is dead.

"Xiao Tian, ​​Qi Tian's armor is too eye-catching, please put on the military armor for me..."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, the roaring sky dragon rolled over and turned into a brown wind armor and draped it over Yang Jian's body.

The three-pointed and two-edged blades pointed upward at the sky, and in an instant, the thunder took hold and "clicked" and struck down a blast of thunder.

Within a radius of three hundred meters, with Yang Jian as the center, an electric arc wall was formed, trapping the tide of corpses outside.

Yang Jian didn't want to alert the enemy, after all, the Bone Lady was both friend and foe, and her temperament was uncertain.

But if he didn't take action, these annoying bones would probably drown him and the others in this White Tiger Ridge.

The resentful spirit on the side was also shaken by the sudden thunder. It stared at Yang Jian and the others. Seeing that the latter ignored him, it looked inside the coffin again...

"Why is the Demon King so interested in this coffin?" Chang Hao asked.

Yang Jian frowned and groped carefully on the coffin. These three monsters had no idea what Yang Jian had in mind.

The gathering of evil spirits in this place often covers up the auras of some spirits, and it is really unreasonable for this uncorrupted human face to grow on this coffin...

wrong…

Yang Jian gradually noticed something strange. The sides and top of the coffin were made of black-lacquered nanmu, but the floor... was made of dusty willow wood.

"Huh, why is there a human face? It turns out that he ate a living person, but why do you want to use the face of a living person to see the world?!"

After saying that, Yang Jian's fingertips suddenly lit up with fire. The old man's face reflected the fire light and he immediately opened his eyes.

Yang Jian held the face in his hands, but heard Yang Xian shout: "What is this?!"

In the blink of an eye, a green light suddenly appeared above everyone's heads, and they saw a two-foot-long green-bordered Xuanmen appear in the sky.

Before they could react, they heard the human face in Yang Jian's hand chuckle and say: "I haven't seen live flesh in many years... Once it comes, let's make peace with it..."

Green light flashed, and Yang Jian and the others disappeared on the White Tiger Ridge together with the resentful spirit.

A vine was pulled out from the coffin and the lid was closed.

After hearing a loud cockcrow from the cockcrow gate, the army of countless bones receded like a tide.
Chapter completed!