Li Xiang stood among the rocks. In front of him was the famous Qiantang River in his previous life.
Looking around, you can vaguely see a white line pouring in from the trumpet-shaped estuary and approaching very fast.
Next to Li Xiang, stood a general, wearing a red shirt and armor, with his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
One person and one ghost, standing side by side.
At the mouth of the sea, the tide rushes in from far to near.
The waves push each other and roar like thunder.
"Thank you, little friend, for giving Pengju the opportunity to see the Qiantang tide again." The general said, looking at the rushing tide.
Li Xiang asked, "Does the Marshal have any other unfulfilled wishes?"
Yue Pengju asked, "My little friend, can I, Da Song, come back again?"
Li Xiang shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Everyone living in this land has the blood of the ancestors of the Song Dynasty flowing in their bodies."
Yue Pengju was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, "In this case, Pengju has no regrets."
He turned around and walked towards the dense military formation.
Thirty thousand Yin soldiers all looked at their marshal.
They carry swords on their waists, short crossbows and long bows on their backs, and are covered with iron blades and leather armor. They are as motionless as a mountain.
In the military formation, there were burly soldiers carrying a large flag.
The sea breeze blows, and the big flag whistles.
Yue Peng raised his head and looked at the word "Beiwei" on the big flag.
Muttering to himself:
"Learn the valley breeze, maintain the mountains and Cui Wei."
No grass will die, no wood will wither."
The 30,000-strong Wei army is like a mountain.
Behind Li Xiang, a giant evil ghost appeared, holding a long sword in his hand and slashing it down.
Qin Hui was kneeling on the ground, his head fell to the ground, and Yin Qi spurted out from his neck.
In the Qiantang River, there is Su Lian Hengjiang, and a white rainbow rises from the long flat sand.
A wall of water pushed away horizontally.
Li Xiang cupped his hands and said, "Send to Marshal Yue."
Yue Peng got on his horse and rushed towards the north with 30,000 Wei troops on his back.
The army was so powerful that it disappeared over the horizon.
Yue Fei's Beiwei Army was the last ancient army.
Li Xiang looked to the north and remained silent for a long time.
The divine thoughts branched out, with more than 8,000 City God Temples as the base, and the will enveloped Jiuzhou.
In the sea of consciousness.
Countless Kyushu armies gathered towards the north.
Millions of ancient Yin soldiers are also rushing to the northern battlefield.
More than a month of planning has finally come to an end.
Everything that can be done has been done.
Li Xiang took a long breath and felt a sense of relief.
Beside him, the space burned and twisted, and a burly figure emerged.
"Those are the Beiwei troops?" Zhu Yan asked.
Li Xiang nodded.
Zhu Yan sighed with emotion, "Five hundred elite soldiers from Beiwei can defeat a hundred thousand golden soldiers. I even wonder if there are monks in Beiwei's army, otherwise how could they have such high combat effectiveness?"
Li Xiang didn't answer, and he didn't know the answer either.
However, the Southern Song Dynasty was still an era of Dharma-ending, and Zhang Sanfeng, who returned to his ancestors for the first time, was born during that period.
At that time, the spiritual energy was not completely exhausted, so the possibility of the existence of monks could not be ruled out.
And more than a thousand years have passed, and it no longer matters whether there are monks in the Beiwei army.
Zhu Yan was not annoyed when the other party ignored him.
He had been following Li Xiang for the past few days, watching with his own eyes as this young man awakened ancient emperors and famous generals one after another, and revived millions of Yin soldiers sleeping underground.
And these Yin soldier legions, whose combat effectiveness was terrifying, all rushed to the northern battlefield.
As the God of War, Zhu Yan stands tall, so he clearly knows what these millions of Yin soldiers mean to the entire war situation.
Therefore, let alone Li Xiang's favor with him, even if he fell in love with his own daughter, he would immediately tie her up and send her to Li Xiang's bed.
I was just thinking about these things.
Zhu Yan suddenly noticed that Li Xiang had closed his eyes, and he was stunned, "What are you doing?"
In Li Xiang's mind, the familiar voice sounded again.
[Awaken eight million Yin spirit legions, reward 8% compatibility]
[The current compatibility is 86%, unlocking the Ten Palaces of Hell]
"Maybe he's too tired." Zhu Yan thought, looking at Li Xiang's pale face, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
How about killing a few demon kings to nourish this guy?
However, the Demon Emperors on the East China Sea side are all the cubs of that old dragon, so it is still a bit tricky to get them over.
At this moment, Zhu Yan suddenly felt a chill.
He suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.
Large waves of yin energy filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.
Zhu Yan was a little uncomfortable with the cold feeling, and a red flame came out of the palm of his hand, dispelling the surrounding gloom.
There was a slight "crack" sound, and Zhu Yan looked down and saw that the vegetation on the ground withered and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into powder.
And in the dense black Yin Qi ahead, a huge thing slowly emerged.
Zhu Yan was slightly startled, and the feeling of discomfort in his heart became stronger.
He looked intently and could only vaguely see the outline hidden in the black yin energy.
It seems like... a palace.
There was a squeak.
The huge bronze door opened, and the ancient and cold wind blew away the gloomy air in front of the hall.
The dark wind blew, and the red flame floating around Zhu Yan swayed and almost went out.
Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and finally saw clearly what the hall looked like.
I saw three large blood-red characters written on the plaque of the main hall: "Ghost Judge Hall".
"Ghost Judgement Hall?" Zhu Yan was confused, "What is this?"
In his mind, he subconsciously thought of the Palace of Yama.
Are the two related?
At this time, there were hundreds of Yinmen, divided into two lines, pouring out from the gate.
Immediately afterwards, the Ghost King with a powerful aura walked out.
He has leopard eyes, a lion's nose, a long beard, and a square crown on his head.
Zhu Yan's pupils shrank, "Fourth level Yin God?"
I saw the ghost king coming a hundred meters in front of Li Xiang, holding the wat in front of his chest with both hands, and said respectfully: "Jiang Ziwen, King of Qin Guang in the Ghost Judge's Hall, pays homage to the Emperor Yin!"
