I see the snow

At Maoshi the next day, the sky was misty.

The golden watchman hurriedly rang, and Liang Jun launched the first attack on the last isolated city of Chifengguan.

Qin Yi didn't spend the night in Mu Ziling's room last night, and he split up with him today.

One leads the army to conquest; the other stays put, and tries again to see if he can summon the Yin soldiers.

"You must be careful in everything."

Before leaving, Qin Yi told him, but Mu Ziling's expression didn't seem to pay much attention.

He only played with the vermilion snake on his wrist, and said casually: "Got it."

Qin Yi hesitated to speak——

It would be fine if it was because of Mu Ziling himself that he temporarily lost control of the ghost.

But if it's caused by other factors...

Qin Yi thought of the strange young man under Wang Weiliang who was similar to Mu Ziling when Sheng Yang's envoy visited last time.

No one knows what kind of ability he has, and how many children like him are in Wang Weiliang's hands.

Qin Yi has always had a heart knot about this, but he can't tell Mu Ziling directly——

Mu Ziling didn't know that he had taken Yunyan's captives to Sheng Yang for a deal.

"No one has ever surpassed me in psychic art."

Mu Ziling parted ways with Qin Yi at the intersection, and said before leaving.

His back was thin and neat, although he was a thin young man, he carried an air of aloofness and aloofness.

However, all his self-esteem and arrogance have enough capital. For thousands of years, Yunyan has only had such a Mu Ziling.

After the battle started, Mu Ziling stood on a higher hillside, watching the siege battle from a commanding height.

Qin Yi was at the vanguard. In the strong wind, he took the lead in killing the enemy, like a sharp arrow, leading Liang Cheng's soldiers to brutally tear open Sheng Yang's outer wings, and squeezed in accurately and quickly.

Among the mob, he is so outstanding: brave, handsome, and agile.

Qin Yi's posture of bending the bow and setting the arrow was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. When the arrow was shot out, the general who defended the city was shot down from the horse in an instant, causing dust to rise everywhere.

He is not like a weak king who grew up in the deep palace, but like a perfect emperor who was born to expand the territory and dominate the Central Continent.

Mu Ziling watched him silently, his white robe fluttered in the wind.

The eyes as deep as autumn pools were flickering, as if they were looking at that handsome and noble person intently, but also seemed to be just in a daze.

"It's time for you to come out and work!"

After staring silently for a long while, Mu Ziling clapped his hands and shouted softly, "Ah Bai, sister Gu, come out and see me!"

Blue smoke billowed from the wind and sand, and ethereal ghosts slowly appeared in the void.

However, just below the neck, they seemed to be suppressed by something hot, and they screamed softly: "Ah, it hurts—"

Then, before Mu Ziling could reprimand him, he twisted and dissipated and fled.

"..."

Mu Ziling frowned slowly, staring at her fingers.

"why?"

He murmured, the number of dead in the three cities of Chifengguan was only over a hundred thousand, and the ghost soldiers who used to be even more numerous were also under his control.It won't get out of control to the point where it can't even transform itself.

He raised his head and looked towards the Shengyang King City in the distance, only to see a long stretch of yellow sand and a towering city wall standing solidly within it.

Faintly, it seemed as if a vague figure could be seen on the city wall.

"What it is?"

After a long time, Mu Ziling seemed to have discovered something, and whispered, "...child?"

……

"Good job."

On the Shengyang tower, there was a person with a leisurely smile: "Thinking that his son has hidden ghost soldiers for many years, I'm afraid he has never suffered from it?"

Following behind him was a tall and burly general defending the city, and the other was a young man with a snow harrier on his shoulder.

Wearing a blue official uniform, Wang Weiliang glanced at Xue Harrier boy:

"How much do we have in 'stock'?"

"Four days."

The young man said: "We still have more than 400 children, and [-] were consumed in the first two days. If there are no accidents, another four days will be enough."

His expression is always tame and submissive, like a puppet who is neither sad nor happy, and whose only purpose is to be obedient.

Wang Weiliang was very satisfied with this, and said: "Not bad. These four days are enough to wear down Liang Jun, not to mention that we have other cards."

"I'm afraid Qin Yi didn't expect us to have such a hand anyway?"

He said with a smile: "Break one's word, go back on one's promise... always make him understand the price of breaking up with me Shengyang!... What about the children at the bottom of the sand? Call those children out to open His Majesty Liang Wang's eyes!"

Under the city tower, there are corpses everywhere, and the flames of war are all over the sky.

Wang Weiliang watched these scenes, but only felt satisfied and calm.

No one's country is not stained with blood.

He thought, Mu Ziling used ghost soldiers to win Yunyan back then, so today, Chifeng Pass will be the beginning of his domination of Central China!

On the other side, the battlefield is sandy.

For some unknown reason, the originally calm and vast sandy land suddenly vibrated without warning, and the crowd was a little commotional.

Qin Yi frowned, but in the blink of an eye, many cavalrymen suddenly fell without warning and fell off their horses.

I couldn't see what was wriggling in the sand, and they dragged the fallen cavalry one after another, frantically dragging them to the bottom of the sand!

"……monster……"

Seeing that his comrades disappeared into the ground in an instant, some people in Liang Jun panicked: "There are monsters in the sand!!"

Qin Yi's eyes sank slightly, and a lieutenant not far from him was caught on his mount by something in the sand, and suddenly screamed and sank——

He stepped on his toes, stepped on the horse's back, and pulled him back with an unimaginable arc of his body. At the same time, he shot and cut off a pale corpse hand holding the horse's hoof!

"...there are monsters."

At this moment, everyone in Liang Jun was completely confused by this thing, they all panicked and shouted in fear: "There is something on the bottom of the sand!!"

The crowd kept retreating, but the people of Sheng Yang surrounded them together and did not allow them to escape.

Liang Cheng's cavalry were on guard against the monsters in the sand, and on the other hand, they had to avoid the attacks of Sheng Yang's soldiers around them.

The situation was reversed in an instant, Liang Jun, who had just gained the upper hand, panicked, and the people who rushed into the encirclement turned into shackles instead.

"……Help."

Countless people murmured in despair: "My mother is still waiting for me to go home...! Help!!"

The entire battlefield was like a flesh and blood mixer that had been added with a catalyst. In an instant, countless cavalrymen fell under their horses, and their halberds pierced their flesh. Many Liang adults became sacrifices to this evil monster before they could figure out what happened.

"Sand Nightmare?"

Mu Ziling murmured, as the only person on the field who knew what this thing was, he felt a little unbelievable.

... Shayanjiang, a ghost refining technique that specifically buried slaves alive in the ground, causing them to suffocate and dehydrate to death.

After a living person dies, what the soul desires the most is to dig through the sand and climb back to the ground, so they will desperately grab things on the ground and pull them down.

However, how could such a thing appear here?

This is a forbidden technique that should only exist in Secretary Yunyan's volume. Who brought them here?

A trace of coldness flashed across Mu Ziling's face, and A'Zhu sensed——

It "hissed" and spit out the letter, and several bright red snakes drilled out from the bottom of the sand immediately.

"Looks like some of the mice aren't dead yet."

Mu Ziling said coldly, with a very obvious disgust on his face, almost undisguised: "Go, see what disgusting thing it is...!"

Immediately, the sand began to squirm, like countless invisible waves extending in all directions with Mu Ziling as the center——

That is, countless venomous snakes and scorpions are moving quickly on the sandy bottom.

Mu Ziling walked to the top of the hill, his white clothes fluttered in the wind.

The battle under the slope fell into a stalemate.

The Sand Nightmare released by Sheng Yang gave them a big arm, but fortunately Liang Cheng had Qin Yi on his side, and if he didn't retreat alone, his morale could still be maintained and he would not be defeated.

Mu Ziling's poison crazily attacked those sand nightmares at the bottom of the sand, wave after wave, as if two opposing forces were fighting for life and death on an invisible battlefield——

The battlefield of the Yunyan people has always been like this: there is no harsh sound of swords and swords, and there is no bloody smell of flying flesh, only a life-or-death struggle, and a momentary thought can determine the outcome.

"Go back and reward you."

Looking down at the coquettish Ah Zhu wrapped around his neck, Mu Ziling smiled slightly: "Be good."

A'Zhu lazily patted her tail——

As the king of snakes, it can order all poisons it sees.

Scorpions, colorful spiders, rattlesnakes... wherever there are living things, Mu Ziling can take down a city just by using them.

...but, the only flaw is that this is a desert.

There are far fewer poisons in the desert than in the rainforest, and they are very scattered.

Under such circumstances, Mu Ziling, who only used poison, did not gain an advantage for a long time compared with Shayanjiang, who used the desert as his home field.

"ridiculous."

When Mu Ziling tried to summon the ghost again, but was suppressed and vomited a mouthful of blood, Mu Ziling became furious.

"Are you kidding me..."

After taming A'Zhu, Mu Ziling had to forget how long it had been since he had encountered such a oppressive situation.

He looked at the dark blood soaked in the yellow sand, not only did not retreat, but instead sneered darkly:

"Uncle Uncle!"

Mu Ziling made an extremely deep gash in his palm, and large streams of blood immediately flowed out.

He called out with his mouth, and the terrified ghosts of Yunyan appeared in the air. Before Mu Ziling could wait for them to disappear, he slapped the ghosts' face hard with his bleeding palm.

Bright red blood flowed down his pale, swollen face, and he said, "Eat enough."

"Get out and deal with your filial sons and grandsons!"