Rumble!!

Each soldier was wearing black armor. After Yan Fusheng rode his horse forward, he followed closely behind and ran towards the outside of Iron Niu City like a torrent. The ground was shaking violently, making a thunderous sound. He ran quickly outside the ghost realm. While the military souls were promoted, these war horses were also transforming.

These horses can be said to be real war horses and war beasts. They were military horses and fought in boundless blood rain. Their fighting spirit was something ordinary horses would not have at all. Therefore, after their death, they were born war beasts and war horses. At this moment, they were all second-level war beasts, and they could travel thousands of miles a day during their lifetime. Now they are many times stronger than before their lifetime.

The speed is so fast that it is no problem even if it spans tens of thousands of miles.

Then let the soldiers use their own soul power to integrate the horse, and their speed can be more than three times faster than usual.

Sixty thousand military souls were like a torrent of steel. In just a moment, they went straight forward from Iron Niucheng and came to the edge of the ghost domain. In front of the ghost fog, without any hesitation, they jumped past.

Rumble!!

The 60,000 army is so huge. As the saying goes, if one person exceeds ten thousand, it is boundless. Sixty thousand army steps out of the ghost realm. The huge roar makes the ground around constantly shake. Countless nightingales were directly stimulated by the murderous aura emitted from the army and killed them on the spot. They fell from the sky, smashed to the ground, and turned into meat mud.

When you hit a horse, an unstoppable momentum penetrates the world.

All the energy and spirit of the 60,000 army seemed to be completely connected in an instant and turned into a whole. It was applied to every soldier. Especially Yan Fusheng, who was the head coach, only felt that a sense of fighting echoed in his chest like a rush, and the cold heart in his body was so stimulating that he wanted to beat violently.

A sense of courage to whistle to the sky suddenly arose in my heart.

The black hair danced wildly behind his head, leading a large army, as if he came from the underworld, and a long roar broke through the sky: "There are many heroes in the wilderness, and they will not be afraid of all their hearts. If you are not afraid of your heart, you will be snowed. Look at my strong man's blood. The man's blood is heroic and heroic, and his heart is as iron as iron."

A long song breaks the tranquility of the night and flies in the night sky.

"There are many heroes in the wilderness. If one fights with one heart, you will not be timid. If you are not timid, you will be terrified. Look at my strong man's blood. A man's blood is heroic and heroic, and his heart is as strong as iron."

Sixty thousand soldiers slapped their stomachs with weapons in their hands, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit, and they followed the war songs. The huge war songs shook through the sky, but they did not stop under them, running forward as fast as possible. When the song fell, the entire army was already hundreds of miles away, leaving only the war songs flying in the void.

Yan Fusheng's heroic aura grew again and sang loudly: "Hold the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and his body is fearless. He eats the flesh of immortals and demons in his hunger, drinks the blood of Rakshasa in his thirst. He will abandon the love of his children. The ambition of the vast sea is only here. A man walks thousands of miles with his sword, kills gods and demons all the way!!"

The soldiers responded in unison.

The fighting spirit and murderous aura were flying, and the singing spread to the sky and covered thousands of miles. Countless birds and beasts did not dare to make any sounds in the song, and they were dormant on the ground one by one. They were trembling all over.

And within thousands of miles of the place where the army passed, countless people also heard the iron-blooded battle song that shook the sky. They all woke up from their night dreams.

He looked into the distance with a horror and made countless screams.

"What's going on? Who is singing? It seems that millions of people are singing together."

"This is a war song, such a passionate war song, such a passionate war song, such a domineering war song, and even said that you would eat the flesh of immortals and demons raw, drink the blood of Rakshasa thirsty, and kill the gods and demons all the way."

"Oh my God, who dares to make such a war song? Listen to the roar from the earth. There are really a large army passing through the border. What army is walking so fast? It is already thousands of miles away. What kind of army can have such a domineering war song. Dare to fight with gods and demons, this is to go against the will of heaven."

Countless people were shocked by the meaning of the war song, and many people were even more frightened and fainted on the spot. But there were also countless people who felt that there was a magical power in the war song, which made their blood boil in their bodies. They wanted to find the enemy immediately and fight happily.

The soul fire in Yan Fusheng's ghost palace was beating violently, and he couldn't help but feel like his whole mind was trapped in an unspeakable artistic conception. The surrounding heaven and earth seemed to resonate with countless war souls of heroic spirits.

Looking at the place where the army passed, countless soul fragments of unyielding war souls appeared in the void, and they all rushed into Yan Fusheng frantically.

"Soul resonance, Oh my God, how could this guy Yan Fusheng be so evil? He can actually trigger soul resonance. Let the soul fragments that remain in the world forever, and integrate into one. This fortune is so terrible."

Over the soul fire, the crows were terrified and their eyes almost fell off. Soul resonance is one of the most precious opportunities for soul cultivators, and it is almost incompatible with soul worship. This resonance is caused by itself. If you have a murderous intention, if it resonates, the resonance may be the soul fragments of the killer who fell in history. If it is due to justice, it may be the righteous soul fragments.

At this moment, Yan Fusheng's fighting spirit soared into the sky, triggering fragments of the souls of his ancestors who were endlessly fighting in the world.

When these soul fragments resonate, they are almost the best nourishment for strengthening the soul.

It can be easily absorbed and refined.

The fire of the soul is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Fusheng's heart is inspiring to fight, and the war song is naturally revealed: "The battle song is flying by the sea of ​​stars and moons, the song congratulates my King of Hell

The blood moon world dances the battle knife, the sword is stained with the blood of the enemy

Falling leaves, the hero's blood heat

The cold wind is like a knife, the sad song is cut

And he drove the war horses across the Tianshan Mountains, and then took the long bow and swept the sky.

The Iron Cavalry stepped straight down to the cultivation world, and a shot broke the cold moonlit night!!"

The battle songs kept echoing in the mountains, in the sky, and in the sky. After Yan Fusheng sang, the soldiers immediately responded in unison. Each soldier was accompanied by the battle songs, and the blood of the war was boiling, and the fanatical expression in his eyes became even stronger.

This war song was not only heard by the people nearby, but also many monks were still alive along the way. When they heard it one by one, they all looked horrified in their eyes. They only felt that their blood was rolling and their souls were shaking. The fighting spirit conveyed from the war song could directly crush them to pieces.

puff!!

Many monks only felt that the fighting spirit in the battle song was like a knife. An invisible sword slashed directly from the world. His mind was stirred up and he sprayed it out on the spot. His face was pale and he suffered severe damage, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"What kind of war song is this? Why have I never heard of such a terrible army in Manzhou? The fighting spirit in the war song can make me vomit blood on the spot, and my vitality is severely damaged. How could this happen?"

"Hurry, report to the sect immediately that this army appeared from the Tianqing Ghost Realm. It appeared from the direction of the Ghost Realm. Maybe it was related to the King of Hell Yan Fusheng."

"It is said that Yan Fusheng led the army to Heifeng Mountain some time ago and directly wiped out Heifeng Mountain overnight. Could it be that Yan Fusheng led the army out and wanted to fight against Yujian Sect and Yugui Sect to the death?"

"My mother, hurry up, let the news spread. King of Hell, it must be Yan Fusheng who led the army of the ghost clan to conquer the sword and the ghost clan. Only the King of Hell could write this battle song. 'Fighting songs by the sea of ​​stars and moons, the song congratulates my King of Hell'. This is not who Yan Fusheng will be. It must be him, something big is going to happen."

A large number of monks nearby felt their minds frightened and immediately realized from the war song that the army in front of them must be Yan Fusheng's army. Thinking of the previous war book, it was really coming this time, and the army was really rushing to conquer.

This time something really happened in the world of cultivation.

No one thought about it and quickly passed the message here as quickly as possible.

But at this moment, Yan Fusheng and even the 60,000 troops ignored it at all and continued to sing: "The monks are ruthless, and they don't know the good and evil. They fight for 100,000 ghosts and gods, and they don't let evil people run rampant anymore. Men should kill people without mercy. The immortal karma of thousands of years is all in the murder."

As soon as the song came out, murderous intent soared into the sky. An astonishing blood appeared on the dark night sky.

puff!!

When the monks within a radius of thousands of miles nearby saw the blood cloud, they felt that countless thoughts kept flashing in their minds, and the evil things they had done in their life swarmed like a tide. They kept rushing to their minds, vomiting blood, and fell into the inner demons. They went into the devils. How many evil things they had done, even if the heavenly way was not rewarded, they would still accumulate in their hearts and become devils. Even if you are ruthless and unrighteous, the devils would continue to devour your soul.

"In the past, there was a powerful man with a strong loyalty. He killed people at the same time, and his body was lighter than a feather. He also had heroes and domineers. He killed people like hell and galloped around the world, and only praised swords and guns. Once a cultivator turmoils, billions of creatures cried alone. I want to learn from the ancient style and revitalize heroism."

Every sentence of the war song is passionate. Although it cannot be compared with those gorgeous poems, it can criticize people's hearts and stimulate people's bloodlines. Anyone with blood can awaken blood under the war song. The blood is boiling.

Walking along the way, singing along the way, the battle songs fly and shake the Jiuzhou!!

"A good song, a war song. It is worthy of being the King of Hell in the secular world. Brother Yan is so proud."

On a mountain peak a hundred miles away near the army passed, a handsome young man, who was more handsome than a woman, hit his palm with a jade fan in his hand, a hint of redness appeared on his face, and an excited response was made in his mouth. It was the White Jade Emperor who had previously drank with Yan Fusheng.

At this moment, the old man beside him fell on the 60,000 troops rushing away, and the eyes in his eyes changed to an extremely solemn: "If this son does not die young, he will surely shock the Blood Moon Realm."

This battle song can already express a person's nature directly. How dare you write this song, you are not a mortal.

"The reputation is the same as dirt, and those who disdain to be kind will ridicule. They wear iron swords on their bodies and kill people when they are angry. They cut their thighs and drink with each other, chat and laugh at gods and Buddhas. They kill and fight in the world, and they are tragically shocked the immortal court. They kill one person in three steps, and their hearts stop. Blood flows thousands of miles away, and the corpse is pillowing on Qianxun Mountain. After the war, the heroes are tired and sleeping on the enemy's corpse."

In the war song, the life of an iron-blooded man is presented in the world like a picture.

In a mountain range, a thatched hut and three acres of fertile fields, a shepherd boy was working hard in the field with an old ox. When he heard the war song, his little face raised and looked in the direction where the song came. He seemed to have a strange look in his eyes.

He put down the farm work in his hand, held the cattle whip, sat on the back of the old ox, and walked away in the night.

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