After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Yan Shixun is not a person who is curious about other people's past.

He is not interested in meddling in the cause and effect of other people, and he knows that what is unfolding in front of his eyes is the result of personal choice.

No matter what kind of present others have chosen, it is their own business.

Yan Shixun didn't explore this, nor was he curious.

Under the restrained respect, there is a faint tenderness revealed.

However, when Ye Li appeared, the situation seemed to be different.

From the very beginning, this person took the initiative to reveal everything about himself to him, as Ye Li himself said, allowing exploration.

However, when Ye Li mentioned the ebony statue to him, even though Ye Li still told the truth and did not hide anything, Yan Shixun still saw in his eyes his disregard for the old events of a thousand years ago.

Yan Shixun could tell that although Ye Li didn't deliberately cover up his own past, he didn't like it, and when he mentioned it, he was mostly surprised that the ebony statue could be passed down, and there was no extra positive emotion.

So when Yan Wang talked about that battle, Yan Shixun was rarely aroused and was willing to hear about other people's past.

At that time, even though Yan Shixun thought he had seen all kinds of human beings, he was still shocked by the general who dared to compete with heaven and earth in the mouth of Hades.

What arrogance!

Because of injustice, because we think that the world is not right, we must fight to see who is right.

There was no begging and crying, no weakness and resignation, but betting all the thousands of souls that must be protected after death, striving for an ending that can be revenged and reincarnated.

Yan Shixun could feel that at that moment, his heart was trembling, and his soul was shaking violently.

Until now, that never-before-seen feeling still stirred in his heart.

Although the situation was critical at that time, Yan Shixun habitually restrained his emotions, and did not let anyone see his true thoughts, but since then, curiosity about Yeli has been planted in his heart.

He wanted to explore Ye Li's past, knowing what kind of thrilling past this person had in the thousand years before meeting him.

What he was even more curious about was what kind of character was that general that Ye Li was still afraid of and didn't mention much after a thousand years.

This curiosity, when talking with the ghost messenger, was also accumulated little by little until it reached its peak.

When Yan Shixun was most curious about the general, the general appeared.

With a sharp and inviolable posture.

It was as if the warrior who questioned the world thousands of years ago had returned again.

When Yan Shixun raised his eyes to look at that person, there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes. He watched the person walking towards him firmly step by step, but he neither avoided nor evaded, without any fear.

Instead, I want to see what kind of character this is at a close distance, so that he can be so feared by the ghosts, and he wants to attract the generals here in successive rounds.

According to Guicha, as long as it appears in the core of the old Fengdu, it will cause serious damage to the old Fengdu.

In the past few years, Guiying and Baizhi Lake were firmly guarded, so that Jiufeng couldn't move at all.

This power made Yan Shixun, who had never had any special feelings about the gods, couldn't help but have a strong interest.

When the general walked down from the top of the mountain where the corpses piled up step by step, he saw Yan Shixun standing still and looking at him with a smile, without any intention of avoiding him.

He couldn't help but pause for a moment, his cold heart seemed to be scratched by a big cat's paw, and it was a little itchy and trembling, as if Yan Shixun had knocked him into his soul.

This feeling is amazing.

It is rare for the warrior to feel curious.

He is guessing, is it rare that in the future that he saw for a short time, did the living soul in front of him really participate in his years as a ghost?

No one would be able to guess, even if he was lucky enough to catch the last glimpse of the warlord's ghost, he would not know that the moment the warlord ascended the throne of the ghost god, he turned his head to look at the human world.

That is, with that glance, he saw his future, and the human world where corpses and evil spirits are rampant thousands of years later.

Even Fengdu, which existed independently of the heaven and earth, finally stepped into the human world. Hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers never flinched and stood in front of the living people, replacing the crashed heaven and earth avenue, and propping up the final order.

The ghosts fought with the Yin soldiers, leaving corpses everywhere, and the remnants disappeared under the sun.

But the only thing that makes the warrior remember deeply is only one figure.

——Those were standing in the chaos of the ground, and still never gave up vitality and hope, with resolute eyebrows and eyes.

When that figure came stepping on the blood and corpses of the evil spirits, all the ghosts retreated in fear, while Shengmin cheered.

The man raised his cold and sharp eyes, and looked at the general.

It was that glance, which pierced straight into the soul of the warrior like a sharp knife.

Even if the general will soon ascend to the throne of ghosts and gods, and forget all the future and memories he saw in that glance in the depths of his soul for a thousand years, but at this moment, when he sees Yan Shixun, the sight in front of him The scene overlapped with the startled glance thousands of years ago.

The young man was tall and straight, his coat was flapping behind him, corpses were everywhere under the dark black and red sky, but in the most desperate place of death, only the young man's eyes were astonishingly bright.

It was as if a fire had been ignited on the general's soul.

Instant prairie fire.

The general frowned slightly, and walked slowly but firmly towards Yan Shixun step by step.

He wanted to know what was going on with the future he had seen, and who was this young man... How could there be cause and effect that could last for thousands of years?

But just as the general walked towards Yan Shixun, sudden changes occurred around him.

The corpses that had been abandoned in disorder on the mass graves, their turbid and dead eyes trembled suddenly, pus and blood flowed from the rotten black eye sockets, and the already dilapidated carrion began to shake violently, struggling to stand up from the place where it lay down. Got up, trembling and twitching, staggered and walked towards the general.

When the first corpse stood up, the general had already noticed the abnormal sound keenly.

The steps under his feet stopped, his majestic eyes were lowered, and he looked down at the corpses gradually surrounding him, his eyes were indifferent.

Yan Shixun soon discovered the abnormality of those corpses.

Startled, he immediately looked around.

In the entire mass grave, there are countless corpses piled up, all of which are ghosts that have been piling up since the day when Old Fengdu existed.

Every corpse is a ghost who once hated death. After death, he was judged by the old Feng to be an evil ghost, so he was pressed into hell and guarded by ghost servants.

Even if it is the ghosts themselves, it is impossible to tell how many ghosts there are here.

And amidst the resentment... how much resentment was brewing.

But now, those corpses stood up one by one, although their movements were slow and stiff, they walked firmly towards the place where Yan Shixun and the general were, and soon surrounded them.

Yan Shixun was surprised for a short time, and immediately realized what was going on.

The sanity of the old Fengdu city was inherited from the remnant power of ghosts and gods after the death of Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin.Regardless of whether it was the Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu or the old Fengdu, the one who resented and feared the most was the general who overthrew Fengdu as a mortal thousands of years ago.

This fear, even after a thousand years, still has not subsided.

Instead, it was engraved into the soul.

Witnessing with his own eyes the death of Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin, the disappearance of the old Fengdu in an instant, and even from the high altar in charge of death, to being buried deep under the white paper lake and lingering on his last breath.

It would choose this level of hell not only because the ghost aura here is strong enough to attract warlords.

It is because there is also enough power here, which can be used to deal with the generals.

And now these "resurrected" corpses are obviously manipulated by the old Fengdu, who wants to kill the general here.

——For the old Fengdu, which carries the ghost way, the only thing it fears is that the ghost messenger sees the critical moment of the warrior ascending the throne of ghosts and gods by chance, and pours all his efforts and strength into it. The ebony idol.

That's no different from Warlord itself.

It's more like freezing the general's state and image at that moment thousands of years ago in the ebony statue.

Therefore, not only the ebony statue gained strength, but the general also retained his peak strength.

And fury at the top.

This is definitely not good news for the old Fengdu.

The general's anger... is more aimed at the old Fengdu than evil.

In addition, the old Fengdu still carries ghosts, even among all the ghosts, it is still the most conspicuous one.

This is simply setting a target in front of the god statue, and the generals can't justify it if they don't fight.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun smiled in his guarded eyes.

The so-called enemy of an enemy is a friend. No matter what similarities and differences there are between the general and Ye Li, and how complicated Ye Li has feelings for himself thousands of years ago, for Yan Shixun now, the general is the best allies.

Yan Shixun's mind turned around a few times, and in an instant he figured out the current situation, and made a decision to stand on the side of the general for the time being.

With his mind set, he rushed forward without hesitation.

As soon as he stretched out his powerful arm, he casually picked up a corpse that had decomposed into white bones on the way to the general, and his slender palm tightly grasped the neck bone of the skeleton, as if holding a hand. Sharp sword.

Even though the shape of this sword was too peculiar, it did not prevent Yan Shixun from dancing it vigorously. It was as sharp as a sword, and when he swung it heavily, he swept away the whole pile of carrion corpses.

Caught off guard, the rotting corpse, which was originally stiff, was immediately swept by the bones that Yan Shixun used as a long sword. After being seriously injured, he fell to the ground, his limbs trembling and it was difficult to get up.

Yan Shixun's face was calm, only his shining eyes vaguely revealed the turbulent fighting spirit in his heart that had been aroused by the battle situation in front of him.

The more lifeless the place is, the more majestic fighting spirit in Yan Shixun's heart is gushing out.

The most difficult and desperate situation will only inspire him to be more insane.Fear of him is empty talk.

What is wrong with heaven and earth?Then resist the questioning of the sword of heaven and earth.Are ghosts wrong?

Then pull the ghost off the high platform, throw it down heavily, and smash it to pieces.

Dao of ghosts and gods?No, the common people can handle their own affairs according to their own discretion. The ghosts and gods only need to be ghosts and gods in peace, and don't try to meddle in the world and disturb the peace of the common people.

If you can't do it...then die.

Especially, the old ghosts and gods that should have perished a thousand years ago!

The strong wind blew the broken hair on Yan Shixun's forehead, revealing those eyes that were as bright as sharp knives drawn out of their sheaths, so sharp that you couldn't look directly at them.

There was a grin on his lips, and there was only fierce anger in his eyes looking at those carrion corpses, and he didn't flinch in the slightest.

——Even though more and more rotting corpses wriggled and stood up from the corpse mountain, tens of millions of ghosts stood under the dark sky one by one, staring at him with dead eyes in uniform, with eyes that wanted to The malice that tore him to pieces.

A siege was inevitable.

Yan Shixun took the initiative to leap into the battlefield, his slender figure nimbly tossed and turned, his coat fluttering behind him, like a goshawk spreading its wings.

The skeleton in his hand was wrapped in a ton of force, and it should not be a weapon at all, but he used it flexibly and powerfully, slashing horizontally and vertically, opening and closing.

All of a sudden, all the rotting corpses couldn't get close to Yan Shixun's body.

Even the entire space around him was cleared out.

Those rotting corpses were all thrown out like garbage, and piled up into a mountain of corpses in the distance, but they could no longer move.

Because of the force, Yan Shixun's palm was cut by the neck bone of the skeleton, and the blood snaked down his palm, staining the snow-white skeleton red.

Blood dripped slowly from the bones.

Red and white, the ultimate contrast.

The general couldn't help but look sideways, and was distracted for the first time during the interval of the battle, and his attention was attracted by Yan Shixun.

The young man was obviously a living soul, but he didn't care about his injury at all. Instead, he raised his hand, and in the pause, he raised his hand to gather the scattered hair behind his head, and inserted his slender fingers into his hair, clearly showing his handsome and sharp facial features .

He is laughing.

There was clearly a smile on the thin red lips.

The sword in the general's hand is pointing downwards, and under his feet are the ghosts who died under the sword all over the ground. The cruel and bloody beauty of absolute power is vividly reflected in the general.

But the general didn't see himself at all, all his eyes fell on Yan Shixun.

The reckless appearance of the young man is very similar to the high-spirited general who led an army of millions to gallop on the battlefield when he was young.

There was no one who could understand the general's decision to rebel against heaven and earth.

The warrior will remember clearly.

When he stood up again on the battlefield, he was greeted not only by the ghosts of the underworld, but also by the exorcists from the world.

Those masters, dressed in brocade clothes, looked contemptuously at the corpses of soldiers on the ground with a lofty posture, but they only covered their mouths and noses and said foul smell.

The master said that since you have died, you should leave the world immediately and not stay, otherwise all the unwilling ghosts will be scattered.

The master said, don't think about resisting death, Fengdu is on top, and you won't let the ghosts run amok, it's wise to catch them with nothing.

At that time, the warrior bowed his head slightly, his body still stained with blood that had not dried up, and he stood in front of those so-called respected masters.

But when he heard the persuasion of those masters, he laughed out of anger.

He just wanted to ask—if I killed you here, would you also accept death calmly?

If it is a ghost, it must be expelled, and if it is a person, it must be protected.This is, what is the reason for this!

Why don't you ask about causal sins, and only deal with them based on status?

Warlords don't like ghost exorcists, and even more dislike grand masters.

But at this moment, the warrior stared at Yan Shixun who was looking forward to fighting from a distance, and suddenly a thought came to his mind.

—Perhaps, this living soul is different.

If he met this living soul at that time, maybe this living soul would not deny his thoughts.

This young man...he might agree with his thoughts, even stand by his side, and fight against the ghosts and gods together with him.

The general didn't know why he had such an absurd idea, but what was even more absurd was that he firmly believed that the young man in front of him would do so.

He is, uniquely, the exorcist.

The long knife in the general's hand stopped, and Yan Shixun's figure was gradually reflected in his narrow and piercing eyes.

Yan Shixun is alone, but he has already surpassed thousands of troops.

The blood-stained snow-white skeleton was left behind by Yan Shixun, and it was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish the trajectory of the skeleton with the naked eye. We could only rely on the fallen corpse to judge where his "sword" went.

Not only did this special sword in Yan Shixun's hands not hinder his actions, but on the contrary, it added a boost to him.

Wherever he passed, corpses fell to the ground, blood spattered like flowers welcoming the victors.

And the crisp sound of bones and the sound of swords was the warmest applause.

"boom!"

Yan Shixun soared high into the sky, and then fell heavily. With all his strength, he stepped on the mountain of corpses under his feet, and the bones in his hands were deeply inserted into the mountain of corpses.

Like a long sword piercing through mountains.

Amidst the huge roar, the earth seemed to tremble.

There was thunder in the sky, roaring like the anger of old Fengdu.

Yan Shixun stood up slowly, his posture was like a long sword, never bent halfway.

He smiled lightly and tilted his head slightly, following the line of sight he was looking at, looking down and looking back at the warlord in the distance.

The general didn't say a word, just looked at him fixedly.

Yan Shixun just casually raised his hand, wiped away the blood splattered on his cheeks, then smiled at the general, mouthing silently: Hello, Ye Li.

The you that I never saw thousands of years ago... Ye Li.

The general's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, and the lightning and swirling black clouds in the entire sky seemed to have fallen into his eyes.

He looked at the young man in front of him, and suddenly felt an urge to ask his name and pull him into his future.

Just like what he saw at that moment.

Because of the distance, Yan Shixun didn't have much affection for the string, so he didn't see the subtle but profound changes in the general.

He raised his head with a smile, and the smile he showed when he looked at the sky was full of provocative sarcasm.

He said: Wait, the next one to die will be you.

The clouds on the sky stopped for a moment, and then the dark clouds rolled over even more crazily and angrily, as if the whole sky was about to collapse, pressing on Yan Shixun.

The terrifying sense of oppression made ordinary people tremble and want to run away.

But Yan Shixun nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the sky meaningfully, then retracted his gaze, and looked at the situation around him again.

With him at the center, all the carrion corpses around have been cleaned up, revealing the rare blood-soaked land below that has already turned black and red.

In the entire mass grave, the current scene is particularly strange.

Yan Shixun and Zhanjiang are like two midpoints that are different from each other, surrounded by a vacuum zone that belongs to them.

But these two circles, which are so conspicuous among the corpses that can't be seen at a glance, are gradually approaching, blending, and connecting together as they expand.

It seems that two people who are used to fighting alone are tentatively getting closer to each other, trying to reach out, cooperate with each other, and fight side by side among the besieged tens of thousands of carrion corpses.

Those rotting corpses had been dead for an unknown amount of time. Under the long and painful punishment, their souls were already chaotic and confused. They were trapped in hell day and night with no end and hope, and they had become numb and stiff.

At this time, being manipulated by the old Feng to attack the generals is just cannon fodder as consumables. It doesn't matter how many people die, and there will still be a steady stream of ghosts to replenish them later.

But what Jiu Feng never imagined was that the ebony statue with deep obsession and unstoppable will be willing to let a living soul be by his side and walk side by side with him.

What Jiu Feng didn't even expect was that this living soul...was the appearance of an evil ghost.

When ordinary people go to the underworld, the strong ghost aura will become their biggest obstacle, not only disrupting their cognition, but also affecting their soul and body health, and even eventually going crazy, and even causing overweight and death.

But among the strangers, there is Yan Shixun who is an outlier.

For him, the more ghostly the place is, the more he will be able to move freely, and his posture is naturally calm, as if he should belong to this place, and he is naturally the master of this place.

No matter how vicious the ghost is, in the end, it can only crawl under his feet tremblingly, bowing its head and surrendering.

What's more, Yan Shixun is very good at hiding his true emotions and thoughts.

From the very beginning, he never showed any sign of weakness in front of the old Fengdu.

No matter what kind of situation he faced, Yan Shixun was calm and unhurried.

Those who can't see through Yan Shixun's old style are even more confused and anxious, wondering why Yan Shixun has such calm confidence.

What did Yan Shixun know?Or does Yan Shixun still have a strong hole card that he hasn't turned over yet?

Old Feng was afraid of Yan Shixun's unpredictability, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

It had intended to let the rotting corpses besiege Yan Shixun, causing Yan Shixun to die under the siege of ghosts.

After all, based on the cognition of the old Fengdu, although the ebony statue suppresses evil spirits, it is by no means a warm-hearted and kind existence, and will not help Yan Shixun at all.

At that time, Yan Shixun could only die in hell in pain.

The old Fengdu vaguely sensed the cause and effect between Yan Shixun and the Lord of Fengdu. Although it didn't understand what happened to make a connection between an ordinary mortal and the Lord of Fengdu, it couldn't see the situation. Qing also couldn't understand.

But this does not prevent the old Fengdu from taking advantage of this.

Although the old Feng couldn't defeat the Lord of Fengdu, he could use Yan Shixun as an entry point, approaching and seriously injuring Yan Shixun, in order to make the Lord of Fengdu lose his usual calm judgment and disturb his thinking and sanity.

And in the chaos, Jiu Feng knew that maybe he could find a chance to win.

——It’s like this when fighting against the enemy.

Every weakness you reveal becomes a point of attack for the enemy to launch an onslaught.And once the weakness is broken, there is no doubt that it will be defeated.

Unless...the so-called weakness is just self-confidence.

In fact, this "weakness" is a natural evil spirit.

The best physique for suppressing evil spirits.

At this moment, not only did Yan Shixun show no signs of fear, but he fought back with ease in the crowd of rotting corpses. He was so relaxed that he didn't look like he was walking on a mass grave, and the smile on his lips was more like strolling in a garden.

Looking at this situation, Jiu Feng was filled with suppressed anger, roaring and roaring to crush Yan Shixun, so that strangers who dared to provoke ghosts and gods would know what it means to be strong.

But the warrior raised his eyes calmly, and his sharp eyes shot straight into the sky.

Old Feng was shocked.

It felt that when Warlord looked over, it seemed that his entire core was frozen, so stiff that he couldn't do anything.

All that remains is the deep fear of returning to the war thousands of years ago.

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, he realized something because of the sudden stop of thunder, and turned to look at the general.

"Maybe you don't know me, but I know you."

Yan Shixun blinked and added with a chuckle, "The one in the future."

The general turned his head and looked back at Yan Shixun.

Although he didn't say anything, he made a gesture of listening.

After killing the old Fengdu and fleeing from ghosts, the general who has never appeared again for thousands of years, never even listened to the begging of strangers, and never responded to any gods and ghosts, is quietly waiting for Yan Shixun to say go down.

"I am Yan Shixun."

Yan Shixun smiled lowly, and said each word with a pause: "Do you want to join hands with me to deal with the old Fengdu together?"

"The way of ghosts has already started. If it is not stopped, it will soon take over from the Dao. At that time, all living beings will encounter disasters and their lives will be threatened."

Yan Shixun's tone was solemn: "I don't think that when you are determined to rebel against heaven and earth, what you want to see is such a scene."

"You are the only bondage in Old Fengdu now, but you are also in the middle of the game."

Yan Shixun tilted his head and asked with a smile, "So, do you need external force to break the situation?"

"I will use my way, together with you, to end everything in the old Fengdu—and the delusion of ghosts."

Yan Shixun's voice fell, and the mass grave regained dead silence, only the rumble of thunder from a distance could be heard.

The general and Yan Shixun looked at each other from a distance.

There was an imperceptible smile for a moment between those sharp eyebrows and eyes, but then the indifference that had always been revealed was restored.

If this living soul is the exorcist who appeared in front of him thousands of years ago, perhaps, the living soul will really help him to resist the ancient Fengdu together.

The living soul said that his name is Yan...Shi Xun.

The name fell into the heart of the general, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

When he looked up again, the cold expression in his eyes had returned.

At the same time, on the ground trampled by the general, the river of blood formed by thousands of rotting corpses slowly changed its appearance and came towards the place where he stood.

Under his feet, Blood River sketched out a mysterious pattern. The rising and falling points of each stroke seemed to be stepping on an ancient formation, gradually forming a complete spell.

The warrior finally opened his mouth, and said in a low and cold syllable: "Back off."

Yan Shixun hurriedly glanced at the spell that quickly formed under the warrior's feet, his brain was running fast, and he compared it with all the formations he had seen before, trying to find out what kind of formation it was.

However, the formation used by the general is too old, it is likely to have been lost for a long time, and it is no longer the usual formation, which slows down the speed of Yan Shixun's comparison and confirmation.

Fortunately, Yan Shixun's master is Li Chengyun.

That layman with friends all over the world has another hobby besides traveling around and making friends.

He likes to collect lonely copies and ancient books, and he is more willing to spend thousands of dollars just to restore a fragmented manuscript.

Few people know that in that unremarkable courtyard in the old town of Binhai City, there is a heritage that has been lost by most of the sects.

From ancient times to the present, there is nothing.

Thanks to this, Yan Shixun's scope of dabbling in spells and spells is not limited to the present, but he has an understanding of both ancient and modern times.

Even proficient.

When the general reminded Yan Shixun, he didn't delay for a second, and immediately backed away quickly, widening the distance between him and the general.

Although he still doesn't know the specific reason for the general's reminder, but because the general is also Ye Li, he is willing to believe him.

Just when Yan Shixun retreated to a certain limit, the warrior finally withdrew his attention from the corner of his eye, and lowered his eyes to the giant formation drawn by the blood river under his feet.

The deep syllables came out clearly from the general's mouth.

"amnesty--"

At the moment that syllable was scattered in the air, the earth and sky began to vibrate violently.

It seemed that there were thousands of troops coming from farther away, trampling every inch of the ground polluted by ghost energy with iron hoofs, and cutting off the heads of ghosts mercilessly with long knives.

Boom--!

The thunder almost shattered the sky.

Yan Shixun slowly opened his eyes wide.

At the moment when the mutant was born, he finally found out what the formation was from his memory.

Respect the gods of heaven and earth.

But all five elements and eight trigrams are reversed.

That is to say, although the formation of worshiping heaven and earth is formed under the general's feet, he has no respect for heaven and earth at all.

He wants to crush this world!

Yan Shixun stepped on the boundary of the affected area, watching the thick black mist, wrapped in strong wind and loud noise, coming quickly from afar.

In the black mist, there are shadowy silhouettes of each and every one, and the soldiers are riding on tall horses, pointing their spears at the sky.

The war horse raised its hooves and neighed, and a cold light appeared in the dimness. When the knife was raised and dropped, all the ghosts it passed were turned into a pile of minced meat, and then shattered into a handful of ashes with the wind.

Such an army, under the sky of lightning and thunder, swept the entire mass grave with unstoppable sharp momentum.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Shixun saw that all the mountains of corpses and seas of blood standing under the iron hoofs of the war horses were crushed heavily and scattered into light ash.

Although Yan Shixun had seen this army belonging to Ye Li before, but now, this army refreshed Yan Shixun's understanding of them.

At this moment, he truly realized that this is the tiger's army that once galloped along the battlefield with the lord general, and it cannot be eliminated, killed, or disintegrated.

Even though they had died on the battlefield, they returned as heroic souls after their deaths, stood on the battlefield again, and still followed their leader.

It hasn't changed for thousands of years.

The moment this army appeared, the situation immediately reversed.

The originally numerous ghosts were now chased by the spears and long knives in the hands of the soldiers, and they fled in panic. They no longer had the arrogance they had when they wanted to besiege the generals.

Even the old Feng was aware of this, it watched the situation take a turn for the worse, obviously this was its home field, but instead it fell into a disadvantage, no matter whether it was ghost energy or ghosts, it couldn't stop the Yin soldiers' iron hooves.

Thunder billowed in the sky, and the lightning was so crazy that it seemed to tear apart hell.

But in Yan Shixun's view, this is already a manifestation of the powerlessness of the old Feng.

The anger that cannot be vented can only be supplemented by the momentum of roaring and roaring. Unfortunately, even these have become the background board of the winner.

Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes slightly, his pupils seemed to be filled with thousands of broken stars, the light and darkness sparkled, and the beauty was too beautiful to behold.

He wasn't frightened by the Yin soldiers in front of him at all, instead he felt that the depression that had been suppressed in his heart was slowly vomited.

From seeing the tragic events that happened in the Bai village in the Shadow Puppet Museum, to Master Bai and Zheng Shushu's paintings as prisons, and being imprisoned by the Bai village that has become a barren village, to Guiying and Xie Lin, and Yin and Yang subverted by ghosts...

The anger that had been suppressed in his heart along the way seemed to be completely vented at this moment.

Yan Shixun laughed softly.

Immediately, his laughter grew louder and louder.

In the end, he looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, his chest was shaken slightly, but he only felt hearty and dripping.

In the black mist of galloping horses, the general stood still, watching Yan Shixun silently.

He is laughing.

He is watching him.

After a long time, the warrior seemed to be infected with this joy, and a smile appeared on his lips stiffly and unskillfully.

And when Yan Shixun finally had enough of laughing, a layer of physiological tears had already floated in his eyes, but there was a sharp light hidden in the shimmering light.

He looked up at the sky, as if he had passed through this layer of illusion, and looked straight at the old Fengdu hidden in the core.

"Wait for me, I will find you soon."

Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, like a whisper between friends.

"Things that should have died thousands of years ago, since their lives are exhausted, don't try to struggle again. Ghost way? Huh."

Yan Shixun smiled mockingly and contemptuously: "In the end, you will find that the universe remains the same, and everything you do is just a futile near-death struggle."

But the threat and coldness hidden in his words made the listener clearly distinguish that this was not a conversation between friends at all.

Rather, gauntlet.

The old Fengdu was roaring angrily, but on the earth, no one cared about the feelings of the old Fengdu.

Whether it was Yan Shixun or the general, they all looked at Jiufengdu as if they were looking at an insignificant ant.

——Obviously at this moment, it's Jiu Feng who's on top and they're on the bottom.

But anyone who sees that look will understand that the old spirit is nothing but the dust of the past that falls on their shoulders.

As long as you reach out and brush it gently, the dust will be scattered in the air...

Can't fight anymore.

Yan Shixun looked sideways at the general, smiled and said loudly: "Let's go, it should be—"

"It's time to break the game!"

Warlord nodded lightly, giving Yan Shixun an unprecedented response.

At this moment, the horse's iron hooves fell heavily, and the ground was like crushed ice. Huge cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire ground.

"Crack...Crack!"

The sound of cracking sounded one after another.

The air seemed to stand still for a moment.

Immediately, under Yan Shixun's gaze, the whole ground cracked suddenly, and clods of soil flew around, as if something was breaking out from under the ground.

When the sand and gravel dispersed, a familiar face appeared in Yan Shixun's field of vision.

The folding fan turned lightly, across a beautiful arc, and finally fell back into those white and slender palms.

Yan Wang raised his eyes with a smile, and looked at Yan Shixun: "It seems that this time I found the right place."

Behind Hades, one figure after another slowly stood up.

Those people raised their hands and waved away the dust in front of them, coughing repeatedly due to the strong smell of blood and dust.

Yan Shixun frowned, and gradually saw those people clearly. They were the official responsible person and others who had separated from him when he fell into hell.

However, judging from the embarrassment of the person in charge and the rescue team members, they should not have been with Hades all the time, and they suffered some setbacks.

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, and looked at King Hades with questioning eyes.

Yan Wang spread his hands: "It's already very fast. In order to get these few back, I wasted a lot of effort, otherwise it could be faster."

"However, Yan Shixun, why did you fall into this place alone..."

Hades was halfway through his words, when he raised his eyes to look around and saw the general, he stopped abruptly.

His original calm smile disappeared instantly, and he almost missed the folding fan in his hand.

Hades: Why is this person here! ! !