Traveling through time 10,000 years late, I was forced to become a powerful person

Shen Yuan didn't take what happened on that island to heart.

Since leaving Haizhou, Shen Yuan has traveled hundreds of thousands of miles in two days and has seen too many absurd and foolish things.

Some people believe that they can turn into demons by eating their blood relatives, and they kill each other on the island with abundant resources.

There are thieves who claim to be immortals who kill their benefactors, seize their storage bags, embark on the path of cultivation, and occupy an island.

In this sea far away from the territory of the Humane Dynasty, without the protection of the human destiny, a large number of creatures are wantonly eroded by the demonic breath.

Although they maintain their human bodies, they are no different from demons.

The people on that island are just one of the ignorant creatures.

Although Shen Yuan is responsible for the great trend of humanity, he does not regard himself as a savior, nor does he think he can save everyone.

The only thing he can do is to recognize their choice, remove the protective talisman he has planted, and let the islanders on the island fend for themselves.

As they gradually approached the border of Yingzhou, more and more islands appeared on the sea, and many of the evil gods and spirits occupying the islands generally had the breath of the underworld.

Knowing the reason, Shen Yuan had no intention of going to investigate, but accelerated his escape speed.

Finally, as a huge land appeared on the sea level in the distance, Shen Yuan suddenly felt that the luck of the aquatic creatures occupying the sea began to fade, and was replaced by the luck of the human, Shinto, and ghost intertwined.

Among them, the human and Shinto are constantly declining, and they are just barely able to compete with the ghost.

Feeling the entanglement of the intertwined luck, Shen Yuan's eyes flashed a hint of understanding.

"No wonder Yingzhou can hold out for so long in the face of the invasion of the underworld. It turns out that the power of Shinto here is even higher than that of human.

But. Why do I feel a sense of familiarity from this Shinto luck?"

As it approached at a very fast speed, Yingzhou in Shen Yuan's vision became larger and larger.

In fact, strictly speaking, Yingzhou should be considered a super giant island, but its size is too huge, larger than all the islands seen in the East China Sea, almost comparable to the Daxia area after the recovery of heaven and earth.

With the operation of the star number magic, Shen Yuan could clearly see that the netherworld aura rising from the entire Yingzhou land almost occupied the sky.

The sun's brilliance in the sky was dim, and invisible dark clouds covered everything, as if dragging this continent into the netherworld.

In the remote areas of Yingzhou, the netherworld aura has even completely occupied the present world. Only the core area close to the center of Yingzhou can still retain some of the human and divine luck.

With a glance, the entire Yingzhou is in sight, and countless stars flow for Shen Yuan to calculate the key nodes of the underworld invasion on the Yingzhou land.

All kinds of information gradually emerged in Shen Yuan's mind, but for some reason, the feeling of being both strange and familiar became stronger.

"Forget it!"

Shen Yuan frowned slightly, and without thinking about the extra information, he flew directly to the nearest netherworld node.

"Damn it!"

Bai Zhao barely avoided a ghost king attacking from underground. He used his magic power to transform into a huge seal to smash the ghost king. The fallen body caused everyone to exclaim.

"As expected of Lord Bai Zhao!"

"Lord Bai Zhao is so powerful!"

"With Lord Bai Zhao in charge, these ghosts will never be able to break through our Luliang City!"

Hearing these joyful cheers, Bai Zhao's face was not happy at all. Instead, he shouted in a deep voice:

"Shut up!"

The cheers on the city wall faded away instantly, but Bai Zhao's rebuke did not cause any dissatisfaction among these people. The respect in everyone's eyes became more and more intense.

Seeing this scene, Bai Zhao sighed deeply, and the idea of ​​abandoning the city and running away was suppressed again.

Looking around the battlefield in front of him, the ground was covered with broken limbs and corpses, and the broken soul fire ignited a mountain of corpses, reflecting the cold murderous intent.

The Flesh Mountain Ghost King, who was as tall as a mountain, was nailed to the ground by hundreds of long swords. The enchantment with the corpses of thousands of Yin-Yang masters left the broken soul of the Ghost King. The broken statues embedded in the bodies of ghosts were mixed with the flesh and blood of the serving witches.

On this battlefield between humans and ghosts, a strong breath of death gathered here, as if leading the arrival of the netherworld.

A few miles away from the battlefield, the originally surging river has turned into a projection of the Yellow Spring tributary, and the clear river water has turned turbid. Ghosts have risen from the Yellow Spring and are pouring into Luliang City.

Looking around the city wall, Luliang City, which once gathered tens of thousands of Yin-Yang masters and hundreds of thousands of warriors and was said to be able to stop the Yellow Spring ghosts outside the territory, now has only hundreds of practitioners left.

Most of these practitioners are injured, and some even have only one breath left to die.

There is only one reason for this, that is, Yingzhou is too weak.

Yingzhou does not have a strong cultivation foundation. There are only some Yin Yang Master and Bushido cultivation systems that have been passed down since ten thousand years ago.

Although these systems have achieved good advantages in the early stage of the spiritual tide, their disadvantages are revealed as soon as they enter the stage of heaven and earth recovery.

That is, the upper limit of these two systems is too low!

According to the legend, the existence of the Yin Yang Master and Bushido systems is only at the level of refining the spirit.

All practitioners have almost no way forward after breaking through to the level of transformation. If they want to go further, they can only rely on their own exploration, which leads to the extremely limited high-end combat power of Yingzhou.

The only thing that can break through this limit is the power from the gods.

However, almost all the living gods in Yingzhou gathered in the land of Ping'an Jing, and together with the four gods who came to Yingzhou to fight against the Huangquan tributaries, they could only reduce part of the power of the gods.

These powers will be lost once used, and once they are completely consumed, they will no longer be able to resist the ghosts of the underworld.

Faced with an almost endless supply of underworld ghosts, as well as the endless underworld ghost kings among them, these Yingzhou practitioners have only one choice, and that is to use their lives to fill the gap!

One practitioner cannot fight against the ghost king, so ten, one hundred, one thousand. Under the almost reckless premise of exchanging lives for lives, Luliang City barely resisted the attack of ghosts from the underworld, and even broke into the underworld for a time. The place where the tributaries project.

But they overlooked one thing: not everyone is willing to sacrifice their lives to fight ghosts.

Someone secretly took refuge in the underworld ghost, destroyed the large shrine built in Luliang City, and cut off the possibility of relying on the power of the gods through Luliang City.

This result plunged all the people in Luliang City into deep despair, and some people in the city even chose to commit suicide on the spot.

Just when the city was about to be broken, Mr. Bai Zhao, who came to Luliang City a few years ago, took the initiative to stand up and kill three ghost kings to turn the tide.

All the people focused their eyes on Bai Zhao standing on the city wall, their eyes full of admiration.

If the war hadn't ended yet, I'm afraid some young girls would have volunteered to Bai Zhao.

Feeling the expectant gazes of everyone, Bai Zhao's mouth twitched slightly, and he could hardly suppress the urge to curse.

He is the reincarnation of the demon saint Bai Ze, and his innate magical power can turn karma into his own cultivation. He will definitely be able to reach the top again in the future.

But just because of a moment of greed in his heart, he actually provoked the Supreme Taoist with great magical powers, and was almost killed by the magical power of stars.

After that, Bai Zhao realized that Daxia was not a place to stay for a long time, so he decisively went to Yingzhou to escape Daxia and avoid Wushang Daozi.

Yingzhou is far away from the human realm and its geographical location is remote. Because Bai Zhao's natural magical power was damaged, he gave up his thoughts of stirring up trouble and temporarily settled in Luliang City.

Although the Heaven Choosing Disk was lost, Bai Zhao still retained some of Bai Ze's Demon Saint talents, so he became a divination master in Luliang City, met many people, and became somewhat famous.

I thought I could completely restore my cultivation here, but who would have thought that Yingzhou Underworld would suddenly revive and come to the world, and countless underworld ghosts would try to occupy the realm of living people.

The Yingzhou imperial court was retreating steadily, and even its gods had lost several of their gods. These gathering ghosts of the underworld fought all the way to the gates of Luliang City.

Then there was a deadly battle outside the city, and the big shrine in the city was destroyed by traitors.

Seeing that the situation was over, Bai Zhao prepared to sneak away quietly.

Although he has good relationships with many people in the city, as a demon clan, he doesn't have much psychological burden on running away in secret.

But what he didn't expect was that a ghost king who sneaked in quietly captured his aura and launched a sneak attack on him.

Bai Zhao killed the Ghost King, but also exposed himself to the sight of everyone in Luliang City.

He wanted to run away directly, but the countless shouts in Luliang City regarding Bai Zhao as the savior made Bai Zhao suddenly hesitate.

After living here for several years, I finally have a little bit of affection.

He came to the city gate and killed several ghost kings one after another, winning cheers from the whole city.

He pressed the seal with his hand and sent down the golden light that filled the sky to kill the underworld ghosts. Bai Zhao looked at the approaching ghost army and the several ghost kings hidden among them, his expression became more and more gloomy.

"The population of Yingzhou is not large, but the ghosts born in this underworld seem to be endless. There are more than ten ghost kings who have appeared.

This is still Luliang City, and there are countless more ghosts and ghost kings on the territory of Yingzhou.

In the center of Yingzhou, there are many gods and goddesses stationed in Ping'an Jing, among which there is even a Shinto master who has already entered the fairyland. Logically speaking, such a powerful force can suppress the underworld ghosts.

However, Ping An Jing has not sent any reinforcements to Luliang City so far, which can only prove that Ping An Jing is facing a powerful enemy that can compete with the entire Yingzhou God System. "

With a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, Bai Zhao murmured to himself:

“Even if the entire Yingzhou is sacrificed to Netherworld, it is impossible for so many powerful ghosts to be born.

These underworld ghosts are definitely not simply from the underworld in Yingzhou. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind them! "

Thinking of this, Bai Zhao couldn't help but feel a trace of regret.

With his strength, it would be easy to escape secretly.

Now on the frontal battlefield, any slight movement will inevitably lead to attacks from many ghosts. It is not easy to escape.

At this moment, a stormy wave suddenly arose in the projection of the Huangquan tributary, and a warrior wearing armor with blue flames floating in his eyes walked on the waves and stepped into the battlefield.

This warrior is only the size of an ordinary person, and looks so inconspicuous on this battlefield full of ghosts.

But the moment he appeared, the entire battlefield was shaken. A large number of ghosts respectfully saluted the ghost warrior, and even the many ghost kings hiding in the dark gave way.

Seeing this scene, Bai Zhao suddenly felt his scalp numb, and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Return to the Great Ghost King!"

This was the first time he saw the Great Ghost King who returned to the Void Realm on the battlefield. The moment the Ghost Warrior stepped into the battlefield, the life of the land under his feet began to drain away, turning into a dead land.

This is a vision of the body merging into the netherworld. After the Great Ghost King Huanxu merges into the netherworld, he can corrode the present world and transform it into the netherworld.

It can be said that as long as the Great Ghost King is allowed to walk on the battlefield of Luliang City, the entire city will be completely destroyed in the corrupted netherworld.

"Damn it! If it weren't for the Supreme Taoist who destroyed my cultivation and made me recuperate for several years before I recovered, how could I be afraid of a mere Great Ghost King Huanxu?"

Bai Zhao couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

His current cultivation is barely maintained at the peak of the spirit refining. It is easy to kill ghost kings with the help of his talent, but it is difficult to resist the Great Ghost King Huanxu who has crossed a major realm.

Especially in the battlefield, there are still a large number of Huangquan ghosts and several ghost kings. Once he is surrounded, he will only die.

"Escape! Must escape!"

At this moment, Bai Zhao no longer has any hesitation. Being able to help Luliang City kill a few ghost kings is already worthy of the people of Luliang City.

With the life-and-death crisis imminent, he would no longer care about face or affection.

His body turned into a white light and rushed straight into the sky. Bai Zhao used all his magic power to speed up his escape from the battlefield, and disappeared into the horizon in a blink of an eye.

"Sir Bai Zhao, you escaped?"

"How could this happen?"

"Sir Bai Zhao is not from our Luliang City. It is already a great favor to help garrison here."

"Then what should we do?"

"Sir Bai Zhao, don't leave!"

Doubts, pleading, crying, and despair spread throughout Luliang City.

The ghost warrior looked at Bai Zhao who was escaping far away, and ordered in a cold voice:

"The whole army will attack Luliang City, I will capture that monster!"

As he spoke, the gray light flew straight to Bai Zhao.

"The whole army will attack!"

The Huangquan ghost, which had stopped for a short time, rushed to Luliang City again. At this moment, there were only hundreds of injured monks left on the city wall, and they could only watch the Huangquan ghost pressing in despair.

"Who will save us?"

Instantly, time and space seemed to freeze, and a large area of ​​space outside Luliang City was shattered. A man in white quietly stepped out of the space and appeared here.

A crisp sword chant spread throughout the battlefield, and the next moment a white light suddenly appeared like a blue dragon emerging from the water. A sword light swept across the entire battlefield with the force of thunder. Under the sword light, both ordinary ghosts and the Yellow Spring Ghost King were shattered.

The soul fire scattered like rain, and the sword force did not decrease. It rushed directly to the projection of the Yellow Spring tributary, and the Yellow Spring was cut off with one sword!

The people of Luliang City stared at everything in front of them in a daze. Before they could come back to their senses, they saw the white escape light that had originally left return to Luliang City again, and excited shouts came from Bai Zhao's mouth.

"This lord, help me!"