Fantasy: I lead hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers to rebuild the underworld

The eight ghost kings attacked at the same time, do they really have the power to fight back?

Endless despair shrouded Zhang Yi's heart.

But soon, he forcibly suppressed the despair in his heart, and there was a firm look in his eyes.

No...it's not over yet!

In Nanyuan City, there is also Yincao Difu sitting in town!

As long as the Yin Cao Jifu takes action, it will definitely be able to suppress these ghosts!

No matter what I do, I have to hold on until the underworld comes forward!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi gritted her teeth and shouted in a deep voice, "Everyone!"

"The president is dead!"

"Behind me are hundreds of thousands of people in Nanyuan City!"

"We... have no way to retreat!"

"Even if we die today, we must never let these ghosts step into Nanyuan City! Do you hear me clearly?"

"Yes!"

A tidy response resounded through the tower.

The expression of every ghost master is death.

Although they are not as powerful as Zhang Tianchen, each of them has a strong belief in their hearts that Zhang Tianchen cannot possess!

This belief is enough to support them to overcome all the obstacles in front of them!

Even if you die...the body must be left on the tower.

Looking at the many ghost masters who were suddenly murderous, the ghost master grinned, with deep disdain in his eyes.

"A group of ants."

With a wave of his right hand, many ghosts behind him rushed out instantly, turned into thousands of ghost auras, and rushed towards the ghost master below.

The two forces fought together in an instant.

The sound of wailing and screaming instantly resounded through the towers of Nanyuan City.

The bright red blood dyed the ground of the tower in blood red color...

If anyone else was here, they would definitely not be able to hold back their tears.

Because of the scene in front of him, this is no longer a battle.

It can only be said to be a one-sided massacre!

Under the massacre of the eight ghost kings, there was almost no room for the ghost masters to fight back, but within a few seconds, more than a dozen ghost masters were lying in a pool of blood.

Their corpses were torn apart by the little ghosts, their viscera and intestines spilled all over the floor, and the ghosts picked them up and stuffed them into their mouths, devouring and chewing frantically.

The entire tower of Nanyuan City is full of corpses, like a purgatory on earth.

"Hahahaha!"

"Cool!"

"It's been a long time since I have killed someone so happily!"

The ghost mother laughed wildly, grabbed the heads of the two ghost masters with both hands, and ate them directly into her mouth.

Bright red blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Wang Yuqing was stepped on by the ghost master.

Her whole body was dripping with blood and covered with scars.

A trace of ghost energy poured into her body along her wound, crazily destroying her internal organs.

Wang Yuqing stared and shouted angrily, "Ghost Lord, you killed so many innocent creatures today, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"retribution?"

The corner of the ghost master's mouth raised, and he sneered: "The retribution you are talking about refers to the underworld?"

"Yes."

Wang Yuqing snorted coldly, and said: "There are gods standing three feet above your head! You have committed a lot of evil, even if the ghost master can't kill you, the people of the underworld will never let you go!"

however.

Hearing Wang Yuqing's words, there was no trace of fear in the ghost master's eyes, instead he laughed arrogantly: "Hahahaha! Don't let us go?"

"Little girl, since the underworld you mentioned is so powerful, why haven't they appeared yet?"

"If they are really capable, I am afraid they will show up long ago!"

"How could it... make you howl under the slaughter of ghosts?"

Wang Yuqing's tone froze, but she didn't know how to answer.

Looking at the silent Wang Yuqing, the ghost master sneered, and said faintly: "Before I owe it to you, where did you think this hellish hell was sacred?"

"Looking at it now, they are nothing more than shrinking their heads!"

"Don't say they don't dare to show up, what if they dare to show up?"

"As long as they dare to come, my Eight Great Ghost Kings will surely conquer the underworld and make them regret appearing in this world!"

The ghost master laughed wildly.

His tone was full of contempt.

It seems that he is extremely disdainful of this so-called underworld!

However, just as he finished speaking.

A cold voice suddenly sounded faintly behind him...

"Are you talking about us?"

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Chapter 42

The cold voice suddenly resounded through the Nanyuan City tower.

Hear this voice.

All the ghosts present shook their bodies, and a sense of suffocation came to their hearts instantly.

It seems that the owner of this voice is their natural enemy.

A kind of fear that originated from the bones suddenly spread.

The ghost master suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

The next moment, he was completely stunned in place.

Not just him.

Any ghost present.

From as small as a wandering soul to as big as a ghost king, they were all dumbfounded, looking at the scene in front of them in shock.

in front of them...

Hundreds of Yin soldiers wearing bronze armor and holding long knives lined up in a neat line.

It's cold and murderous!

Under each Yin soldier is riding a majestic ghost horse.

The whole body of the war horse was burning with flames, and the scalding heat seemed to be able to burn everything.

Three big red ghosts with a height of more than [-] meters stood between the sky and the earth, holding knives and axes.

That huge body was like a mountain peak, with two huge eyes staring fiercely at the ghost below, with a majestic momentum rushing towards it.

Even the five-meter-tall ghost master becomes insignificant against the backdrop of these big ghosts.

And in front of these ghost soldiers and ghosts, there are two strange figures.

They are all wearing robes, but one is black and the other is white.

Holds a black and white mourning stick.

An indescribable terrifying aura gushed out from the bodies of these two yin gods, making the hearts of the eight ghost kings present stagnate.

An unprecedented sense of oppression permeated their whole bodies.

This feeling is like a mouse meeting a cat, a frog meeting a snake, fear... comes from instinct!

Meanwhile, Wang Yuqing and a group of ghost masters also stared at this scene with wide eyes at this moment, their faces full of shock.

Although, it was not the first time for some of them to see the underworld soldiers.

But this kind of thing...

No matter how many times they go through it, it will make them feel terrified!

"You... are the underworld?"

Zhuang Wang swallowed and asked aloud.

Although he was strong and calm, the look of horror in his eyes betrayed the thoughts in his heart.

Black and white impermanence did not answer.

He looked at the corpses of dozens of ghost masters on the ground.

The brows of the two Yin gods were instantly furrowed.

"Bold devil!"

"Your lifespan is over, and your soul should return to the underworld, but now you wantonly slaughter and mutilate living beings in the world!"

"It's really sinful!"

Hei Wuchang snorted coldly, and shouted in a deep voice: "All officers and men obey orders!"

"By the order of Lord Yin Tianzi, all evil spirits will be exterminated, leaving no one behind!"

"Obey!" The orderly voices of hundreds of Yin soldiers echoed over the towers of Nanyuan City.

The next moment, all the ghost soldiers were holding long knives and riding ghost horses, charging towards the ghost tide below.

Although the cultivation base of the Yin soldiers is only at the peak of the ghost generals, they are still serving the underworld, and their bodies are full of merit and the power of gods.

The power exerted can already compete with the general ghost king realm.

Hundreds of Yin soldiers in bronze armor, like a torrent of steel, smashed the ghost tide into pieces in an instant.

"what---"

A shrill scream rang out.

Under the offensive of the Yin soldiers, the ghosts ran away howling, but most of them were cut off by the soul-killing knife in the hands of the Yin soldiers within a few steps, and their souls were scattered.

The ghost masters all looked at this scene with blank faces.

"Is this... the strength of the underworld?"

Many of them, although they have all heard of the name of Yincao Jifu.

But it was the first time I actually saw it.

At this moment, he was also shocked by this powerful strength.

You know, these ghosts are basically the cultivation level of ghost generals, and they have exhausted all their strength just now, but they can only kill each other evenly.

But in front of the Yin soldiers, these ghosts are like Chinese cabbages.

Wherever the soul-slaying knife passes, the head of a ghost must fall to the ground.

The Nether Warhorses are more like wild beasts, their bodies are burning with raging flames, and any ghosts they touch will be wrapped in this flame.

The scorching high temperature burned them up, turning them into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.