At this time, the flags were fluttering, and a very long military column came over on the ghost road. There were Yin soldiers riding ghost horses, majestic and neatly passing by here.

At this moment, Xu Zifan felt uneasy. How strong could this be?

The aura of the ghost path overflowing can form ghost snow, which is simply a strong perversion.

Speaking of ghosts and gods, they should be these real Yin soldiers.

Compared with the Yin soldiers he saw tonight, Xu Zifan felt that the tree demon who died before was weak and pitiful. The two could not be compared at all, one on the sky and the other on the earth.

To say that the previous tree demons, converted into the world of martial arts, were in the innate realm. But the current Yin soldiers, even the most ordinary ones, are at the level of true ghosts and gods.

The black Yin soldiers are like a torrent of steel, carrying a tragic aura, the Yin evil spirit soars into the sky, and is magnificent. It comes from unknown places and goes to unknown places.

The Yin soldiers took the path, and the surroundings were filled with ghost snow. They walked on the ghost path with a terrifying momentum, as if they could kill all opponents. The aura of the forest was so vast and frightening.

It was a dark night, heavy fog filled the air, and the spooky ghost air came with a biting chill.

If any other ordinary living person saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened to death.

These are the real ghosts and gods of the underworld, the legendary Yin soldiers.

The aura was fierce and earth-shattering. Groups of Yin soldiers wore ancient costumes, as if they had crossed the long river of time and came from ancient times to this world.

Groups of Yin soldiers were uniform and mighty, but silent and had a ghostly aura as they passed by like this.

Xu Zifan has been watching here for an hour now. The Yin soldiers are wearing the costumes of various dynasties.
Chapter completed!