New White Snake Asking Immortals

The soul of the army never dies, and it must fight when called upon.

The shadows in the sand and dust beside Huangquan Road were dense black figures, and the wind and sand fell, but what I saw was a strong army of iron and blood who seemed to have experienced a tragic battle, standing silently on horseback, motionless.

Bai Yujun walked closer.

The red-clothed iron armor stands quietly holding a long spear at the waist and a horizontal knife, and the endless bloody army is raging and violent!

There are men and women, old and young, young men and women are mighty and eagle-like, the old man does not bend his waist and his body is straight, and the young are five or six-year-old boys and girls. They also wear red clothes, armor, armor and hold guns and knives. They are all soldiers!

The soldiers are covered in scars, their sharp blades are like a forest like frost, and their guards are like a mountain!

In the middle of the team is a blood-red broken military flag erected high, chilling Xiao Se, and the soul of the army will not fall!

For the first time, as a real dragon, Bai Yujun felt unspeakably intimidated and retreated unconsciously, as if the entire iron-blooded army would wake up and revive at any time.

Ride the horse and stand and sleep quietly, the momentum is like a volcano waiting to erupt!

Bai Yujun faintly felt that their aura was a little familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before.

A figure that I hadn't seen for a long time gradually became clear, and at the same time, I knew which military flag belonged to. No wonder the evil spirit of the army can deter the real dragon from retreating. It turned out to be the real iron-blooded army.

"Zhenbei"

"Datang Tiance Army"

The thick and heavy armor on their bodies was the last line of defense of the Tang Empire.

In the eyes of the Tiance Army, one should serve the country loyally, seek to benefit the country, not seek wealth, and aspire to do more things in a limited lifespan. There are always endless battles in a hurry, and there is no good or evil in their hearts. , don't care about hypocritical sectarian beliefs, but stick to the belief in your heart, that is, everything is for Datang.

For the sake of the peace of the Tang Dynasty, meeting gods and killing gods, meeting demons and slaying demons, even if the catastrophe is lost, they will not hesitate.

Earth.

remote third-tier cities.

Zhenbei, who was sweating all over his work and making money on his own, looked up at the starry sky.

"In this life, there is no regret in the strategy"

I don't know whether it is sweat or tears, sliding down the corners of my eyes.

All suffering is to return to the team again.

Huangquan Road.

Bai Yujun retreated back to Huangquan Road, and the iron-blooded army once again hid slowly in the yellow sand and dust, quietly guarding Huangquan Road. What he didn't notice was that there was a vacancy in a certain position in the army formation.

Sure enough, the underworld and his party did not come in vain, and they should also walk around in the future to see this magical world.

Going forward with the long ghost team, I didn't go too far, and I saw a sea of ​​blood-red flowers in front of me like a blood-colored carpet. According to legend, it is called the road of fire, which is very beautiful.

When you come here, the yellow sand disappears, and you can see the black mountains in the distance.

The fiery red brings the only color to the underworld, and the red blood road between the black peaks winds like an ink painting. Countless dead souls leave sad things here, evoking the beauty experienced in the depths of memory.

Stepping on the red carpet to the ghost

When the flowers bloom on the other side, you can only see the flowers on the other side without seeing the leaves.

Bai Yujun leads the heavenly soldiers to escort the prisoner Zhenling to walk on the road to Huangquan. His mentality is different from that of the dead soul. In the eyes of the dead soul, this place is the last touch of color and remembers the beauty.

Bai Yujun, on the other hand, watched with a witness mentality.

The long line snaked stealthily.

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. At the end of Huangquan Road is a long river with no end in sight. The water color is dark red. There is only a stone bridge across the river in front of Huangquan Road.

A certain Bai walked to the riverside with nothing to do and looked down, amazed.

"Wang Chuanhe, it's interesting."

The water is densely packed with evil ghosts and evil spirits stretching their arms to climb up to the shore, or to pull the dead souls down from the shore. Just looking at it, the water is full of blood, and the filth is inaccessible. The river is full of insects and snakes, the waves are rolling, and it is fishy The wind blows.

Other dead souls, including errands, stayed away from the river for fear of falling and never coming up again.

A certain Bai watched with relish to satisfy that huge curiosity.

Seeing people on the shore, countless evil spirits piled up and approached with outstretched arms, crying or laughing, angry or mourning, all kinds of noises and temptations came straight into my mind.

"Who is more fierce and violent than the divine beast?"

Baring his teeth, he bared his fangs and roared in a low voice.

"hiss!"

The surface of the river was silent for about a breath, and then it returned to calm, and all the evil spirits disappeared without a trace, as if it was just an ordinary blood river.

On the shore, a certain Bai pinched his waist with both hands and proudly acted arrogantly, as if he had found some fun.

"Hahaha I will come to play with you next time, remember not to run too fast."

Suddenly I had an idea.

Suddenly remembered that I can control the world's water veins, this Wangchuan River is also a river, can it also be manipulated and controlled? If anyone dares to offend him in the future, it must be very interesting to lead the water of Wangchuan River to his cave in the middle of the night.

Pretending to be curious and squatting by the river, all the ghosts and heavenly soldiers looked sideways.

I took out a wooden stick from the storage bag, don't ask when I collected it, I don't even know what's in the small pocket, anyway, I just put it in whatever I see for fun.

Squatting by the river, I carefully poked a wooden stick in my hand, picked it up and saw that the part that entered the water was gone.

After thinking about it, I wrapped the stick with aura and tried it again, but it was still melted and disappeared by the smelly blood. Then I tried it again with dragon energy, and the stick was intact and safe.

effective.

Using spells to create a ball of red blood, he touched his little hand carefully.

It is very safe, except for the stench, there is no other abnormal feeling, the skin does not touch any water, and the evil spirit cannot break the dragon scales. When trying to mobilize the water veins of the Wangchuan River, the dragon feels dizzy. It may be that the Wangchuan River is too big and his cultivation base is too low.

"Come and see when you become stronger in the future, maybe you will succeed."

He got up and threw away the wooden stick, turned around and ran quickly up the bridge to lead the team to Fengdu. Remembering the legend, he asked a pale-faced errand to inquire about it.

"Hey, isn't this river of yours used to be ferried by boats? How did you build the bridge?"

I was taken aback for a moment.

"There are too many dead souls, and it's too tiring to ferry. It's easier to build bridges."

"Uh, that sounds reasonable."

It is cool to ferry the dead on boats in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, but there are so many dead souls that it is too busy. Maybe some remote areas of the world still need ferrymen, and the main roads are fine, and traffic jams are easy.

Again, the story is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Escort the true spirit across the bridge and enter Fengdu.

According to the normal process, the dead soul must be judged and then sent to hell or reincarnation.

Walk into the gate of the tall city and enter the underworld, and learn the truth about the operation of the underworld. The king of hell in the ten palaces has no time to work hard to interrogate countless dead souls. There are too many, even if the king of hell in the ten palaces does not eat, drink or rest , it is very likely to cause an explosion in the number of dead souls in the underworld, unless a big person is lucky enough to be judged by Hades.

There are countless ghost officials who are in charge of the interrogation, busy criticizing.

Prisoners in heaven have experienced trial in heaven, and they can be dealt with directly according to the documents without going to court.

The underworld is huge, and the souls of the dead enter the city in an endless stream.

Bai Yujun followed the rules and continued to seal and use the identity jade certificate to verify her identity. After signing, she escorted more than 50 prisoners, Zhenling, to Naihe Bridge.