Chen Zhining secretly commented that Cai Zhuoyi's strength should be no less than that of Lin Song.

And he was not in a hurry to enter that passage, and he was hiding on the side of the observation, unsurprisingly, and the heavenly realms that followed in secret, avoiding the eyes and ears of the heavenly followers who were guarding the mouth of the cave, and quietly entered it.

In addition to the three celestial realms Chen Zhining saw before, there are two other people, and even a senior heaven!

He waited another hour, confirmed that there would be no more stalkers, and he followed in without hurry.

...

The dark earth is full of knee-deep black water, which does not know what has melted, it is a little sticky, and it is easy to ignite.

Throughout the earth, dark black fires can be seen everywhere, constantly burning, surrounded by screams and screams, and there are constantly powerful ghosts fighting out of the huge roar.

The battlefield area is vast, and at a glance, the ghosts of large and small are spread on the ground like ants, and the east and the west are surrounded by a group of lives.

Xiao Zhen was wearing half-body necrosis, holding Changgo standing in the middle of an army, his eyes empty, numbly looking at the battlefield constantly falling down, and constantly being put into the ghost army, thinking nothing in his mind, completely emptying a piece.

The present scene is the normality of the underworld today: fighting everywhere, powerful ghosts ruling the weak, and strengthening themselves in the process of continuous warfare.

As for the dead ghost, no one will care, and it is too late to care.Other worlds are constantly sent by ghosts, not so dead, the underworld will soon be "overcrowded".

Xiao Zhen could not remember when he died, and he came to the underworld; he could not remember how many times he had experienced the fighting, and the "good luck" had not been annihilated, or had been swallowed by a powerful ghost; he could not remember how many defeated ghosts he had devoured, and he slowly became a third-class baron.

Xiao Zhen's direct commander, is a third-class vicomte ghost general, he is in front of the army, riding the same third-class vicomon of the huge beast soul mount, restless touring, a little unsatisfactory place, is a fist whip beating past, subordinate obedient, no resistance.

Their army is but one of a hundred armies, all of which belong to their "adults" - a powerful second-class marquis.

At this time, this powerful excellency, is in the cloudy flying tower, protected by several third-class marquis, dozens of first-class count ghosts, condescendingly observing the entire battlefield.

And their opponents are not weak, and the collar is also a second marquis, and the army will be like a cloud.

The two sides against the fight, is only just just beginning, the dead and injured are just into the underworld but ten years of ghosts, this age, is the real "new Ding" of the underworld, no matter how many casualties, neither side will be distressed.

The Lord Xiao Zhen, the Second Marquis, allowed your excellency to sit on the highest floor of the five-story tower, under the body, a round table of tired white bones.

He also looked at the battlefield below, how many times he experienced such a war, he can not remember.

If someone can compare the eyes of the two, the hollow and wood will be the same, and there will be no difference because of the huge gap between the two people's identity.

The same is true of the marquis and count's evil fighters who promised to protect him.

This kind of fighting has become their instinct, just like the ordinary of eating and sleeping with mortals.

In fact, even if many "adults" and "your excellencies" in the eyes of many low-level ghosts are also confused: why do you keep fighting?

In order to become strong?Not being eaten by another ghost?But that reason seems too pale.

He is a monk, the monk's soul is strong, after entering the underworld, the probability of survival is also greater, those who have cultivated the secret of the soul will be stronger.

The monk's wisdom is higher than that of ordinary people, and Ji Yun often thinks that he is "wrapped" by the entire underworld - the battle of the underworld is like a huge wheel, rolling forward, and he is also in it, forced to roll together, if not, will be directly crushed by the wheel.

But what is the purpose of such an endless battle?Why keep fighting?What can you do even if you become the strongest?Out of the Underworld?

All questions have no answer.

Or is the battle of the underworld, for the ghosts, the punishment for all their sins?

Ji Yun let secretly sigh, observed the battlefield, and he was slightly depressed, and he returned and said, "Send another thirty thousand new dins up."

He whispered, “My lord, our new Ding has been consumed.You see...”

He nodded his head: "Then let the beast wash."

“Yes.”

The whole process of fighting is the same, there is no freshness, the rule of order is given, and it will be passed on quickly.In the rear of the Shinding army, there was a huge cage, and soon these cages were opened, and a huge beast soul was released.

These beasts are powerful murderers at the rank of count and viscount, who are low-wisdom, cannot be taken into their men, but can only be made into an army independently, and when the situation is unfavorable, they will attack the opponent's army to create chaos.

Seeing the promise let out the animal group on this side, the opponent also released his own beast group - and Ji Yun, the opponent was just a rigid response.

The two beasts roared and attacked each other, on the way, whether they were their own people or opponents, they stepped on countless deaths, and finally the two beasts hit together fiercely, and the earth burned countless black fires, and the beast soul killed, causing even greater damage.

Ji Yun let him look in the sky, and when the beast's soul lost about it, he waved his hand: "Let the elite attack."

“Reignment!”

Soon, a command was delivered, and hundreds of military trots waiting in the rear advanced slowly.

Among them, including Xiao Zhen's army, he and other ghosts around him, no joy and no sorrow, but so woodward forward, sometimes think of: may be killed, but also a kind of relief?

Bomb, bomb, bomb!

The huge shaking was uniform, the two sides joined each other, and the real fighting began.Powerful ghost battles will sweep through, all kinds of soldiers flying in the sky flying and flipping, every time they fall, they will clean up a blank area on the ground, killing hundreds of ghosts.

The enemy and the enemy are hidden in the flying tower, staring at each other.

When Zhang Jiu appeared in the underworld, it was the end of the war that Xiao Zhen's army array had been defeated by the locality, and the entire army lost 70%, leaving him and thousands of ghost soldiers to shrink into a regiment still insisting.

His part has begun to derove, his ghost battle will be few, Ji Yun let the handle wave, the remaining battles will be recovered in the flying tower, ready to go out of the battlefield, in order to make a comeback.

But the enemy's ghost battle will immediately surround, and the death will be dragged so that he can't escape.

And the opponent's flying tower has also been deceived, ready to move the final blow.

The light in his eyes shimmered, and the past appeared in his mind, and a sigh in his heart: Is this it?Is this the end?

At this time, he did not know whether he was free or confused.

There is the same feeling, and the death of Xiao Zhen on the ground.

Cai Zhuoyi looked at the war below, his eyes blinking and did not know what to think.He asked me, “Sir, what should we do?”

Cai Zhuoyi said: "Help the weak side, the snow will be valued."

“Follow the orders!”

On the way, they had already discussed, and every celestial state covered up the breath of the living people on their bodies with secrets, and looked like a ghost.

Cai Zhuoyi a long whistle, cold mood, surging power whistling swept the entire battlefield, even in the underworld, the senior heaven is also a terrible existence.

Between the hands, the battlefield situation reversed, and the other side's army was completely frozen!

Standing side by side with another heaven, the hands pushed, and the other side of the ghost battle burst out and exploded and smashed.

They are all heaven, they are very wide-ranging, and they have a means to deal with ghosts.This is not the north, the ghosts have no way to integrate the power of extreme cold, and there is no resistance under the hands of heaven.

An exclamation came from the opponent's tower, apparently thinking that the promise would actually have a "volt soldier", which puzzled him greatly.Because in the underworld, this kind of strategy is not used at all, and everyone's battle is as orderly as they have just been.

To win is to win, to lose is to lose.

They are not so much fighting as gambling, pressing their men and their own, and seeing luck to decide life and death.

His opponent was as confused as he was.

But suddenly ambushed, so that the opponent is a little confused, the flying tower will be drilled into a confused void, instantly disappeared without a trace, and do not care about those hands.

Many celestial conditions came, and soon the remnants of the enemy were cleared, and at this time, Ji Yun let him come out of the flying tower, face Cai Zhuoyi, holding his fist, and his face was plain: "Thank you for your help."

But Cai Zhuoyi from his look, can not see a little "thank you" meaning, which makes his own heavenly heart not happy, and some doubts: how can this be so?

He also said, “It’s just a matter of raising your hand.”

The underworld should not begin to write, and then there is the battle with the Church of the Holy One!