Throughout the history of human civilization, among the four ancient civilizations, only the Chinese civilization has survived to this day.
The people living on this land are connected by blood, and it is they who allow this ancient civilization to continue.
In the long history of five thousand years, the stars have shone brightly.
It is undoubtedly a foolish dream to awaken all the ghosts of those ancestors.
Teachers and students from Kyoto University, as well as experts and scholars from various historical institutes, spent more than a month and found only more than 30 imperial tombs and ancient battlefield sites.
But these alone made Li Xiang exhausted from traveling around Kyushu.
The stronger the ancestral spirit is and the more soldiers and horses it has, the higher the cost of awakening it.
Yin Qi is consumed quickly.
On the third day, Li Xiang couldn't bear it anymore. He happened to pass by Tongzhou Prefecture and came to Fucheng.
Palace Master Xiao Kun looked at the pale Li Xiang and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
Li Xiang said calmly, "It consumes a little too much, but it's not a serious problem."
Xiao Kun took out a jade bottle and put it on the table, "The inventory obtained from Immortal Laojun, you first replenish some spiritual energy."
Li Xiang shook his head, "These pills are of no use to me."
Xiao Kun was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Is it because of Yin Tianzi?"
Li Xiang nodded.
He is the ancestral Yin God and is the only one in all of Kyushu.
Moreover, he is also the ancestral Yin Tianzi, the Lord of the Underworld.
It can be described as unprecedented.
All those who return to their ancestors in Kyushu follow the traditional Immortal and Shinto system.
It is not the same system as Li Xiang.
Xiao Kun's eyes were complicated, "What state have you reached?"
"Almost level seven."
Xiao Kun twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Li Xiang for a long time, and then said: "Your kid's advancement speed is too fast."
"People's promotion to the third level is based on years. Fortunately for you, it has only been a little over a month and you are almost at the third level and seventh level."
Li Xiang was silent for a moment and said, "Time is not waiting for me."
Xiao Kun was silent.
Li Xiang's arrangement is no longer a secret among the top management in Jiuzhou.
In every city, build a temple of the City God, and let the City God and Yin Chai garrison the city instead of the city defense army.
Tens of millions of city defense troops were freed and went north to fight against the demon.
The combat power of the Northern Territory increased several times in an instant.
That's not all.
Li Xiang was still summoning ancient emperors and military generals from all over the land of Kyushu, awakening the ghosts of various dynasties and generations and throwing them into the northern battlefield.
So far, nearly two million Yin soldiers have been revived.
With the same number, these Yin soldiers are far more powerful than the human army.
Everything he has done has turned the entire war situation around.
Kyushu has been oppressed by the demon clan for decades, and has always been huddled within high walls.
As a result, defense lines collapsed and cities fell.
No one thought that all this would change because of a young man.
Looking at this slightly tired young man, Xiao Kun felt a sense of respect in his heart.
He was silent for a long time and then asked, "Where to go next?"
Li Xiang said, "Rongcheng, look for Zhuge Wolong."
Just as he finished speaking, Li Xiang suddenly held his right hand empty, and the Emperor's Sword appeared in his hand.
After a moment, Xiao Kun's pupils shrank, as if facing a formidable enemy.
In the main hall, the space was torn apart, and a figure slowly walked out: "Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."
There was a layer of flame attached to the man's body, and the high temperature distorted the light.
Xiao Kun stood up in a hurry and said respectfully: "See the God of War!"
Zhu Yan, the Fourth Kingdom God of War, waved his hand, "No need to be polite."
He looked at Li Xiang and frowned slightly, "As expected, you and I have nothing to deal with."
Li Xiang returns to his ancestors as the Son of Heaven, and is blessed with the luck of the underworld, giving people a cold feeling.
Zhu Yan's return to his ancestors is Zhu Rong, the god of fire, the most yang and most strong, which seems incompatible with Li Xiang's return to his ancestors, the yin god.
"But those guys insisted on letting me take this job."
Zhu Yan sighed, "Oh, whoever asked me to owe him a favor, just be a nanny."
Xiao Kun was stunned.
A war god who governs the country and works as a nanny for Li Xiang?
But when I thought about it again, I felt it was natural.
If something unexpected happens to Li Xiang.
Let’s not talk about the two million ancestral souls. Just if the ghosts and gods in the underworld are out of control, Kyushu will fall into turmoil.
Moreover, even if Li Xiang made such a big noise, the Demon Lord would never let it go.
Zhu Yan looked at the Emperor's Sword in Li Xiang's hand, frowned and said: "It is indeed a magic weapon, but it's a pity that you don't know how to make the best use of it."
He said, extending his right hand.
Li Xiang hesitated for a moment and handed over the Emperor's Sword.
The ranking of the war gods of Zhenguo is based on the order of the fifth return to their ancestors.
Although Zhu Yan is ranked fourth, in terms of combat ability, he can definitely be ranked in the top three.
With Li Xiang's current strength, there was no way he could refuse.
Zhu Yan took over the Emperor's Sword.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of Yin Qi overflowed from the Emperor's Sword, turning into countless sword intentions and attacking him.
Zhu Yan snorted coldly, and streams of red fire surged out, melting the Yin Qi sword intent.
The Emperor's sword trembled violently.
Zhu Rong was a little confused and frowned slightly, "Forging a sword with half of the underworld, Yin Tianzi is indeed very powerful."
"However, this Emperor's Sword is just a projection after all."
His body burned and turned into a fire god. The scorching red flames enveloped the Emperor's Sword, and the oppressive Yin Qi sword intent continued to shrink.
Zhu Yan turned to look at Li Xiang and said angrily: "Why are you still standing there? Pass on your power of national destiny!"
Li Xiang immediately understood the other party's intention, and the power of national destiny emerged from the center of his eyebrows.
When he was in Kyoto City, he absorbed the power of Kyushu's national destiny, but he never thought of attaching this power of national destiny to the Emperor's Sword with the intention of increasing his combat power.
Zhu Yan grabbed the power of national destiny and forced it towards the Emperor's Sword.
From the Emperor's Sword, majestic Yin Qi suddenly surged out, constantly attacking the power of national destiny.
The black Yin Qi and the golden power of national destiny collided, releasing terrifying energy, and the entire palace master's hall was shaking.
Xiao Kun was horrified, took a few steps back, and put up a barrier.
But in the blink of an eye, the barrier was shattered by the impact of energy.
Xiao Kun hurriedly set up three more barriers, then looked at the Emperor's Sword in horror, and kept repeating, "Magic Weapon, Divine Weapon..."
The three layers of barriers collapsed one after another.
Energy rushes out.
The main hall of the palace suddenly collapsed.
In Tongzhou Fucheng, the returnees were horrified, and dense numbers of figures flew into the sky.
If these energies are not blocked, the entire city will turn into ashes.
Xiao Kun subconsciously looked at Zhu Yan, with a look of pleading in his eyes.
Zhu Yan frowned slightly, raised the Emperor's Sword, and soared into the sky, flying thousands of meters into the sky in an instant.
Li Xiang quickly followed.
Zhu Yan pulled off the stone seal hanging around his neck and threw it gently.
The stone seal the size of a fingernail quickly expanded and turned into a stone platform about one and a half meters tall.
Zhu Yan held his right hand empty, and a stone hammer condensed in his hand, covered with complex divine patterns.
"Catch it!" He threw the giant hammer over and placed the Emperor's Sword on the stone platform. "Pump it!"
Li Xiang took the stone hammer and almost lost his grip as he was off guard.
This stone hammer is less than one meter long but weighs tens of thousands of kilograms.
This hammer and stone platform are at least at the level of immortal weapons.
Li Xiang held the stone hammer with both hands, took a deep breath, and hammered the Emperor's Sword.
Bang!
Yin energy and red flames intertwined together and shot out, drawing arcs of red and black entangled in the sky above the city.
Like a meteor shower.
Xiao Kun was extremely horrified and hurriedly activated the city defense formation.
Dozens of yin energy and red flames entangled and fell, bombarding the city defense formation, causing ripples in circles.
More than three million people in Tongzhou Fucheng looked at this scene in horror.
Above.
The force of the counter-shock came along the stone handle, causing Li Xiang's tiger's mouth to split open, and Yin Qi overflowed from the wound.
Zhu Yan looked at the Yin Qi, a little surprised, "Seventh grade or eighth grade?"
Li Xiang did not answer, but held his breath and concentrated, endured the severe pain in his wrist, and clenched the stone hammer again.
Yin Qi flows onto the stone hammer and continues to spread along the complex divine patterns.
After a while, the stone hammer turned black.
Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Li Xiang raised the hammer high and brought it down hard.
Bang!
There was a sound like thunder exploding in the sky.
A shock wave pushed in all directions, spreading clouds covering dozens of kilometers in radius.
Even Zhu Yan couldn't help but blurt out, "Okay!"
Part of the power of national destiny is embedded in the Emperor's Sword.
In the underworld, above the ghost town and in the sky, there was a loud noise.
Yama, the judge, black and white are impermanent, and dozens of ghosts and gods flew out of the Yama Palace and looked up at the sky.
In the ghost city, thousands of ghosts all raised their heads in horror.
In the originally gray-black sky, a golden line appeared, spanning the entire sky of the underworld.
Time flows.
A figure, washed away by the water of time, moved forward with difficulty.
His whole body was shrouded in black gloom.
Suddenly, this figure stopped.
He raised his head, and the yin energy condensed into a man's face, extremely cold and majestic.
He reached out and tore apart the time and space in front of him.
A picture appeared in front of my eyes.
That is a branch of the long river of time.
There is a quaint little courtyard on the shore.
"Human Emperor, take care of your descendants!"
Hearing the sound, a child came out of the house with a broom and said, "My master has something to do and goes out."
The man whose whole body was covered in gloom frowned slightly.
The kid added, "It seems like I'm going to fight a guy with golden hair and blue eyes. He's not from our plane, and I don't know what his talent is..."
The words are not finished yet.
The cracks in time and space disappear.
The kid curled his lips and raised the broom in his hand, "You're not polite. If I couldn't beat you, I would have beaten you long ago!"
