Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The skeleton war horse slowly walked out of the deep pit with a headless bone general on its back.

It was followed by countless skeleton soldiers.

"Who declared war?" The king of southern Dian pointed at Li Yin with a spear.

No head but can make a sound, a ghost is a ghost, common sense cannot explain it.

"Northern Xia feudal prince, Tiangong general, Li Yin." He stared coldly at the visitor.

"Northern Xia?" The Diannan King chuckled, his bones creaking, "I've never heard of it. Tiangong? What does it have to do with me?"

"This king is here for the youngest son of the Lin family. I hope the king of Diannan will hand over the youngest son's living soul." Li Yin's voice was calm, and he ignored the provocation of the king of Diannan.

"The Lin family insulted me first, and the living soul is just a small lesson." The King of Diannan's attitude was very arrogant, "If you don't return the living soul, you will fight?"

"The defeated ones bow their heads and become ministers." Li Yin pointed his sword at the king of southern Yunnan.

"Hahahaha!" The Diannan King looked up to the sky and smiled, "Okay, let me see what the monarch of your small feudal kingdom can do against me alone!"

Li Yin curled his lips into a smile, held his sword in hand, tapped his toes, and flew towards the enemy.

The originally bright sunshine was covered by dark clouds, and the entire ancient battlefield was swept by a dark wind, and the people around were blinded by the flying sand and rocks.

Ling Huang's heart was raised in his throat, but no matter how much he opened his eyes, he still couldn't see through the battle situation inside the sandstone barrier.

There was only the sound of weapons colliding and the howling of Yin soldiers.

There is no sound about Li Yin's voice at all, and the King of Southern Dian is also a dull gourd when he fights, and he doesn't fart a single fart.

When he couldn't bear it anymore, Ling Huang chanted a golden light mantra to invite his ancestors.

"Fight again?" The ancestor wailed, "It's still such a big battle? I'm leaving!"

"Ancestor!!" Ling Huang put his hands together and bowed, "Open a body guard, I'll go in and have a look, don't do anything."

"I'll call you Zuzu!" Zuzu scolded, "You're really not a worry-free child, but it's annoying me to death. The body guard is ready, go back quickly and don't delay!"

Ling Huang stared at the windy sandstone and struggled to enter the battle.

Half a skeleton soldier flew over, and Ling Huang kicked it away.

A broken shield flew over, and Ling Huang dodged it.

Flying over to Li Yin, a piece of red silk Beixia battle armor, Ling Huang grabbed it in his hand, and shouted: "Li Yin!! Where are you?!!"

"Miss, don't panic!" A hearty voice came from the chaotic battlefield, "Husband, play for a while!"

"You..." Ling Huang was stunned for a few seconds, and the uneasiness that he had held back for a long time turned into tears. He wiped his face and pointed in the direction of the voice, "Respect your opponent! Stop playing!"

"Ow."

There was a buzzing sound.

A violent wave of air rushed over.

Before Ling Huang realized what happened, he was blown up by the air wave and mixed with gravel and swirled in the sky.

A powerful big hand hugged Ling Huang into his arms.

Ling Huang quickly hugged his neck with both hands, and punched him hard on the chest.

"It hurts." Li Yin said with a smile, "It's over, King of Diannan, he's full of bones, let me tear him apart."

After finishing speaking, Li Yin waved his hand and suppressed the chaotic scene from above.

The tiniest dust falls obediently into the grass.

Li Yin and Ling Huang hovered over the countless broken bones.

"The King of Southern Dian listens to the order." Li Yin hooked his fingers to the ground.

The broken bones were quickly reassembled. After the headless King of Diannan was reassembled, he got off his skeleton horse and got down on the ground. He knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists in both hands. "Since I am defeated by the vassal king, from now on, I am willing to obey the vassal king's orders."

"Hand over the living soul of Lin's youngest son." Li Yin said.

"...Yes." The King of Diannan answered honestly.

"The Lin family will return your head and be buried with you in full, and open an altar for you to sing praises." Li Yin said again.

"Thank you, King Fan!" The King of Diannan knelt down on his knees instead, and bowed down to salute.