Chapter two hundred and forty-five, please God, Emperor Fengdu!
Jiangnan Province belongs to the land of Wu and Yue. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Especially during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, wars raged, and the bones of countless soldiers were buried here.
The ghosts are haunted, and the Yang people have no way out.
Originally, if the members of the four major families followed Mr. Yin's instructions and extinguished the bonfires at midnight without making too much noise, it would be difficult for these Yin soldiers to detect them.
But now, I just met a "pig teammate".
The sound of the gunshot, instead of knocking down the Yin soldiers, completely attracted their attention.
"Whoosh!"
For a time, hundreds of Yin soldiers in the field all looked at their group.
An unprecedented biting chill surged up from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Cap, as if to freeze their bodies and souls together.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
On the war horse, the Yin soldier general's roar shook the sky, and the demonic sound filled his ears.
Immediately afterwards, there were gusts of sinister wind in the field, ghosts crying and gods roaring, aura of violence rising to the sky, and thousands of sinister soldiers roaring and shouting, as if they regarded them as enemies.
The coercion, which was as solid as the substance, was overwhelming and pressing down on everyone.
"charge!"
General Yinbing roared angrily, and then the army pressed forward, thousands of troops galloping, and the earth trembled.
The golden arm and the iron horse, the majestic mountains and rivers, and the turbulent battle formation are enough to swallow up everything in the world.
"hiss!"
At this moment, everyone in the venue took a breath of air.
Although they are the elites of the four major families and have extraordinary skills, they live in peaceful times after all. In Jiangnan Province, there are group fights between hundreds of people, which can be regarded as large-scale fighting!
Where have they ever seen such a charging formation with thousands of troops and horses?!
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"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
A series of gunshots resounded throughout the night. People from the four major families took out their mobile phones and shot at the underworld soldiers.
However, bullets are limited after all, and their magazines soon ran out.
And those Yin soldiers who were knocked to the ground by bullets struggled a few times and finally got up again.
Those bullets, instead of causing fatal damage to him, actually aroused his ferocity.
Soon, the Yin soldiers at the forefront were less than thirty meters away from the camp, and they could even clearly see the lines on their armor and the cold light blooming on the swords in their hands.
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
Someone in the crowd roared.
Then the elites of the four major families fled back crazily.
In the panic, someone accidentally tripped over a stone on the ground and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the Yin soldier general came on horseback, and the spear in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous dragon, hitting the fallen man's vest right in the middle.
"Ahhhh——"
The man roared at the top of his lungs.
However, the next moment, General Yin Bing speared him, stabbing him to the core. His body was thrown into the air, as if to demonstrate to the four major families.
A few people who ran slowly were overtaken by Yin soldiers. They had no power to resist and were hacked to death with random knives. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people feel heartbroken.
At this moment, Ye Fan's expression was extremely solemn. Although with his strength, if he used the power of Suzaku to escape, these Yin soldiers would not be able to catch up with him.
But it is impossible to defeat these thousands of Yin soldiers!
I'm afraid it won't take long before all the elite members of the four major families will be lost here, with no one left alive.
No wonder the people from the Japanese Black Dragon Society sent three waves of people to explore the secrets, but they never came back!
No wonder the mountain people they met during the day were so frightened when they learned that they were going to break into the sacred mountain!
Before they even went up the mountain, they encountered such terrifying Yin soldiers. What kind of terrifying things would be waiting for them on that unknown peak?
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In just one cup of tea, the four major families suffered heavy losses, and more than half of their elites died at the hands of Yin soldiers.
They ran madly towards the upper reaches of the river, but the speed of the Yin soldiers became faster and faster, and a feeling of despair filled the hearts of everyone.
Suddenly, a pitch black tent appeared in everyone's sight. Even in the dark night, it still looked very abrupt, like a deep black hole without any reflection.
This is Mr. Yin’s temporary residence!
The elites of the four major families rushed towards the tent like a drowning man who saw a life-saving straw.
However, when they were three feet away from the tent, they seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and were instantly bounced back and fell to the ground.
At this moment, thousands of Yin soldiers were only ten meters away from them.
There is no way forward and there are soldiers chasing behind. It is almost a desperate situation and there is no possibility of survival!
At this moment, an incredible scene happened——
After countless Yin soldiers saw the black tent, they stopped and became motionless, as if they were petrified.
Although their faces were expressionless, at this moment, they gave people the feeling of facing a formidable enemy.
"Mr. Yin! Mr. Yin! Help!" someone shouted loudly.
"Mr. Yin, it's our fault and we shouldn't disobey your orders. Please help me!"
The next moment, everyone felt their eyes blurred. A figure appeared out of thin air in front of the tent. The whole body was wrapped in a large black robe, giving people an eerie feeling. It was the mysterious Mr. Yin!
As soon as he appeared, the thousands of Yin soldiers who had been so aggressive before seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and subconsciously took a few steps back, as if he was some kind of terrifying existence.
The war horses under General Yin Bing, the leader, also roared and felt extremely uneasy.
Suddenly, the Yin soldier general dismounted and looked at Mr. Yin from a distance. His voice was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice: "I am the general under the command of Wu Zixu, the prime minister of the state of Wu. Who are you? You broke into our army's position without permission, why don't you arrest me quickly?!"
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Hearing this scolding, everyone in the venue was extremely surprised.
Wu Zixu?
He was a senior official of the Wu State at the end of the Spring and Autumn Period. He was worshiped as the prime minister and led the Wu army to defeat the Chu State.
If these Yin soldiers in front of us are really Wu Zixu's men, then they have been in the world for more than two thousand years!
Faced with the questioning of General Yin Bing, Mr. Yin said with great disdain: "Huh... they are just a group of lonely ghosts. They dare to cause chaos here and harm one party. It is simply ridiculous!"
As soon as these words came out, the Yin soldier general became furious and thrust out the spear in his hand like thunder.
"Stab it!"
It was devastating and powerful, the air around it was torn apart, and the sound of sonic booms was endless.
Ye Fan once practiced the Overlord Spear with his father Ye Nantian, and he also had extraordinary attainments in spear skills. Therefore, it can be seen that the Yin Bing General's marksmanship is fierce and violent, and has reached the point of perfection.
The power of a single spear is enough to split mountains and waves, sweep through thousands of armies, and the mortal body cannot stop it.
In the blink of an eye, the spear was about to pierce Mr. Yin's chest.
At this critical moment, Mr. Yin suddenly burst out with an unstoppable divine power, giving people the feeling of being as immovable as a mountain and as majestic as a mountain.
The spear was hovering in front of his chest, and if it moved forward even an inch, it would pierce into his chest.
But this one-inch distance is so close to the end of the world, like a huge gap between heaven and earth, and it is difficult to get closer.
Suddenly, Mr. Yin stepped on Yu's step, stepped on the universe, and took out a purple-gold talisman from his black robe. The above ghostwriting was written by dragons and snakes, and countless ghostly drawings appeared on the talisman.
And Ye Fan also discovered that Mr. Yin's fingers were not as withered as he imagined, but instead were slender and flawless like white jade.
Immediately afterwards, his vast and distant voice resounded throughout the world:
"I am entrusted with Ziwei, and I am in charge of the task. The Northern Emperor has ordered me to control the ghosts and gods. The Yin officials of Fengdu follow my instructions. There are tens of thousands of troops, and eight generals are psychic. The gods are very fast, and the ghosts are running in the clouds. Up to the nine heavens.
, down to Jiuquan, in the middle, throughout Jiuzhou, in response to all heaven and earth. Anyone who dares to rebel will have their souls scattered. They are as urgent as laws and regulations!"
The next moment, Mr. Yin's black robe automatically moved without any wind, and he was floating in mid-air. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he was like a god descending to earth at this moment. He could pardon the orders of heaven and earth with every move of his hands, and no one dared to refuse.
Ye Fan only felt that the vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of one thousand meters was in riot, rushing towards Mr. Yin.
At this moment, Mr. Wei's solemn voice sounded in Ye Fan's ears:
"Please come to me! Who is this Mr. Yin? His spiritual practice is so profound that he can actually invite the highest god in the underworld - Emperor Fengdu!"