Chapter 629: Arrogant 1 Everything Yang 3 Eyes

Chapter 629: Arrogant 1 Everything Yang 3 Eyes

Chapter 629: Arrogant Yang Sanyan
The wind was blowing wildly and ghosts were everywhere.

The thick yin energy enveloped the city defenses, greatly disturbing the consciousness of the defending monks. Their vision was severely restricted and limited to within three feet in front of them.

Big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, hanged ghosts, soul-haunting geckos, etc. all flew up with the wind, or climbed up the city walls and kept attacking the tops of the walls.

"Hold on, hold on!"

"father!!"

"Go to hell..."

"Don't rush too far forward!"

"Form a formation, form a formation!"

"what--!"

Shouts, commands, screams, and angry roars are intertwined together, weaving into a hymn of praise for the creatures on earth defending their homes.

The endless, cruel and numb tide of ghosts and the courage, tragedy and sacrifice of the living beings, etc., two invisible forces, with the help of living beings and ghost bodies, are constantly fighting and entangled in life and death.

Tie Guzheng, as the commander of the city guards, coordinates the defense of the entire city.

The battle situation on each section of the defense line came one after another, making his face as hard as steel.

The ghost tide this time is comparable to the final stage in the past, and its scale has reached historical records. If the Lord of Baizhi City had not previously offered a large reward and recruited capable warriors from almost all the villages and towns around the fairy city, the Baizhi Fairy City would have been lost long ago.

"Even so, our casualties are rising sharply..."

"What's worse is that there is a well-trained and disciplined army of ghost soldiers waiting outside the battlefield!"

"And what about us?"

Even Tie Guzheng himself and the city guards are not considered true cultivation armies.

The only one who can barely be counted in the entire city is the Qingjiao Army.

In this comparison, what the defender can really rely on is still the White Paper Immortal City!

Bang, bang, bang...

The earth trembled, and from the depths of the thick dark tide, a black shadow darker than the night and as huge as a hill gradually approached.

It broke through the curtain-like dark wind, trampled on the low-level ghost fog that could not dodge, and rushed to the city gate with its heavy and burly body.

"Dead Bone Giant!" Tiegu Zheng stood up suddenly, fully alert.

The alarm bells suddenly rang in Baizhi Fairy City!
Countless black and dark gray skeletons intertwined and pieced together to form a giant monster.

Each bone is quite thick, sturdy, and weathered, having experienced the erosion of Yin energy and time.

Every time it takes a step, the earth feels like it is being hammered, making a dull sound like thunder.

Its steps were quite huge, and although it moved slowly, it only took a dozen steps to stand in front of the city wall.

The tall city walls are not even as high as its neck.

The monks standing on the wall were just level with its mouth and nose.

boom!
The giant corpse raised his palm and slapped it directly on the city wall.

The wall, which had been motionless until now, shook violently, and then there was a hissing sound, like the sound of paper being torn. Along with these sounds, cracks appeared on the wall and spread rapidly.

Boom, boom.

The giant dead bone spirit clapped his hands twice again.

The violent shock spread along the city wall and the surrounding area, causing the soldiers defending the city to lose their footing and shake violently.

The surrounding ghosts suffered even worse, and almost all of them were scared to death in the battle between the Dead Bone Giant and the walls of the White Paper Fairy City.

We must not let it continue to wreak havoc like this.

With determination, Tie Gu Zheng personally went out, waving an iron fan more than one meter tall, and rushed to the face of the giant dead bone spirit.

The two started fighting directly.

Although the giant dead bone spirit was only at the Jindan level, it displayed the combat power of the Yuanying level in the ghost tide.

Tie Guzheng is only a golden elixir, but as the commander of the city guards, he can draw on the power of Baizhi Immortal City with his every move, so he is also capable of fighting.

The two sides fought for nearly ten rounds, but there was no winner.

"we are coming!"

"Follow me!!!"

The Qingjiao army appeared, and Qingchi was still at the forefront.

This army was like a whirlwind, sweeping across almost all the walls. Wherever it went, the ghosts were killed and suffered heavy losses.

Qing Chi once again became the focus of everyone's attention and stole the show.

She fought more and more fiercely, and the military branch she was promoted from was in her body, allowing her to sense the entire situation of the Qingjiao Army at all times.

"Paper Armor Technique and Crossing the Yin Technique are really useful."

"Xiao Ma is really amazing. He immediately chose the direction that is most suitable for us."

"Zhuangyangyuan is now in name only. When will he be able to come back and fight alongside me?"

While fighting, Qing Chi's thoughts raced and he began to miss Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo).

The Yin army's vanguard general, who was watching the battle from afar, became a little restless.

The thick dark tide could not block his gaze.

He had a thorough understanding of the entire battlefield: Tiegu Zheng resisted the giant dead bone spirit, Qingchi swept the surroundings, and Baizhi Xiancheng regained its foothold thanks to the efforts of the two men and one army.

The strongest part of the ghost tide is here!

Next, the offensive of the ghost tide will become weaker and weaker.

"Ghost General with Flying Spear." The vanguard general suddenly spoke.

Immediately, a ghost general walked out from the ranks under his left hand.

The ghost general bowed and said: "I am here!"

The vanguard general reached out, picked up three military tokens from the pen holder on the table, and threw them to the flying spear ghost general.

He gave the order: "I will give you three parts of the military force. Do your best and try to kill Tie Guzheng. Qing Chi is also acceptable."

"I will obey my orders."

The ghost general with flying spears reached out and took the three military tokens in his hand, then immediately left the general's tent and came to the high platform in the square outside.

He held his head high and stared for a moment, then took out a magical spear and attacked against the wind!

call out.

The spear was so sharp that it easily broke through the violent wind. In just a few blinks of an eye, it shot onto Tie Guzheng's head.

Tie Guzheng's eyes widened with anger, and he tried his best to raise the iron fan in his hand.

Clang!
Sparks and golden light burst out together, and the harsh sound of metal clashing made the surrounding monks frown.

The ribs of the iron fan were pierced by the spear. Tie Guzheng rolled backwards three times before he stood up in shock and narrowly escaped death.

Seeing that Tie Guzheng was already prepared, the flying spear ghost general sighed with regret and took out another magic spear.

He infused it with the power of the golden elixir and at the same time consumed the second military token. With the support of military strength, he threw it with all his strength again.

This time, the spear was no longer aimed at Tiegu Zheng, but Qingchi.

Tie Guzheng felt something was wrong and thought to himself, "Oh no! This flying spear is powerful and heavy, and it is also insidious and treacherous. I only noticed it when it was shot right in front of me."

"If there is a second attack, how will the others defend themselves?"

Thinking of this, Tie Guzheng immediately ordered: "Quick, let the Qingjiao Army withdraw from the wall!" But it was too late.

The second flying spear had already crossed several miles and was about to reach the top of the wall and shoot Qingchi's head.

Qing Chi was unaware and was fighting fiercely!
Just when her life was hanging by a thread, a gray-white bone stick appeared out of nowhere and hit the side of the flying spear.

The flying spear was hit off course, and by the time it hit the city wall, it had already deviated quite a bit, breaking through the air, flying over the Baizhi Fairy City, and disappearing into the horizon.

The collision between the sticks and guns was so fierce that it directly exploded the surrounding Yin energy. The huge movement made many nearby monks look sideways.

Qing Chi was still busy killing.

Qing Yan, who had been protecting her, looked up nervously.

The flying spear ghost contracted his pupils and immediately used up the last military token, infusing it into the third flying spear.

His throwing motion was faster than his previous two times.

The target this time is still Qing Chi!
However, the third shot disappeared inexplicably in mid-air before it had even traveled a mile.

Like it's never happened before!
The flying spear ghost showed an expression of incredible shock.

After failing to kill the enemy with three shots, he had no choice but to go back to the camp to report with a nervous heart.

The atmosphere in the tent was very different from before.

The vanguard general did not blame the flying spear ghost general, and said coldly: "The White Paper Immortal City has come to help, so I will forgive you this time."

He sent the flying spear ghost general away and asked him to rejoin the team in a very perfunctory manner, but his main attention was focused on where the third flying spear mysteriously disappeared.

The appearance of the bone stick was a small matter, but what the forward general was most concerned about was the reason why the flying spear disappeared for the third time.

Because things happened too quickly, the forward general didn't notice anything.

The giant corpse opened its mouth and burst out a wave of death energy.

Tie Guzheng opened his iron fan and blew out a gust of steel wind.

After the two collided, the wave of death was weakened by 80%, but still broke through the wall.

Tie Guzheng was hit by the waves of death, flew backwards more than ten steps, and crashed into the gate tower of the city wall.

The giant dead bone spirit stopped pestering and suddenly lowered its head and banged its shoulder against the city wall.

The white paper wall could not hold up, like a stack of thick paper that was severely twisted, and it bulged out directly into the city.

Such a scene made all the monks who saw it terrified.

The Necromancer pulled back and was about to make a second attack.

"No!" The monks sensed the crisis and many of them attacked frantically, but their attacks only hit the giant dead bone spirit and the damage was minimal, with no effect.

At the critical moment, a piece of calligraphy appeared out of thin air, floating above the giant dead bone spirit, and then fully unfolded, revealing a big word "Zhen" inside.

The word "Zhen" broke away from the copybook and flew directly to the middle of the giant dead bone spirit's forehead, and was deeply imprinted on it.

The aura, combat power, and speed of the Death Bone Giant dropped sharply, as if a giant was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and the threat was plunging.

Then, the bone stick that had just appeared flew behind the giant dead bone spirit.

The bone stick suddenly grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, it was taller than the city wall and thicker than the main beam.

Bang bang bang.

The bone club struck the dead bone giant's back, breaking a large number of dead bones with each strike. The third strike directly smashed its spine, causing the dead bone giant to be bent in half and paralyzed on the spot.

Tie Guzheng and others who saw this scene were overjoyed, knowing that strong reinforcements had arrived.

The next moment, the bone stick shrank and fell into the hands of a gray-robed monk.

He wore a bone mask, his eye sockets were sunken, with no pupils, only two points of blue ghostly light. He was the Bone Tomb Taoist of the Soul Devouring Sect.

A monk appeared near the blank copybook.

He had a gaunt face, three long wisps of beard, and eyes as sharp as lightning, exuding a scholarly air. It was Zhou Wenyan, the Confucian scholar at the Quanshu Building.

The last one appeared directly next to Qing Chi.

He was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his hands behind his back, standing proudly on the top of the city wall.

"How dare you, evil spirits, invade my fairy city!"

He had a handsome face, a vertical wrinkle on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and anger.

Superior talent——arrogant!
The next moment, the vertical mark between his eyebrows suddenly split open, revealing a vertical pupil.

His pupils glowed with white light, pure, strong, and magnificent.

Wherever the white gaze shines, everything is wiped out and disappears on the spot. Any ghost will suffer this fate, the only difference is that those with higher cultivation can resist for a few breaths before disappearing into thin air!
The three-eyed monk swept his pupils across his forehead, and all the ghosts on this section of the city wall disappeared.

He turned his head and glanced again. On the left side of the city wall defense line, all the ghosts and evil winds had disappeared.

"Yang Sanyan from the Wanxiang Sect and the Zhuxie Hall is here." The young monk suddenly spoke, his voice cold and full of pride.

All the monks on the city wall cast their eyes over, surprised, shocked, and in awe. For a moment, morale soared!

Qing Chi also stared at Yang San, who was so close to him, with a curious look.

In the distance, the vanguard general of the Yin Army thought for a moment, sighed, and ordered: "Withdraw."

These three cultivators were incredibly powerful, each of them was at the Golden Core level. And Yang Sanyan was even more exaggerated, the combat power he displayed was directly comparable to that of a Nascent Soul!
Yang Sanyan's vertical pupils closed tightly. He turned slightly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Qing Chi without saying a word.

Qing Chi's hair suddenly stood on end and he subconsciously retreated to keep some distance.

But the next moment, Yang Sanyan's hands locked her shoulders.

"Little girl from the ghost tribe, don't run around!"

Qing Yan was horrified and immediately knelt down on one knee to show that he was one of them.

Yang Sanyan snorted coldly: "If not for this, you would have died long ago. My brother mentioned you in the letter, and there is another one called Jiao Ma."

"He told me that he has taken refuge with Jiao Ma."

"And now he is dead!"

"How did Jiao Ma protect my brother? You have a close relationship with him. Go and call him over. He must be held responsible for my brother's death!"

Qing Chi struggled, but was completely suppressed by Yang Sanyan in the blink of an eye.

Qing Chi widened her eyes in disbelief, because she was supporting the military force at the moment, and was unable to resist Yang Sanyan at all!
Qing Yan had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "Please wait a moment, sir. I will invite Master Jiao Ma over right away."

"Hurry up and ask him to come and meet me." Yang Sanyan picked up Qing Chi and left.

He was tall and Qingchi was petite, so he carried her like a kitten.

Yang Sanyan came to the top of the city gate tower and drove away the monks who were on duty. He sat on the main seat with a majestic horse and a golden sword, and threw Qingchi at his feet.

He stopped attacking, while Zhou Wenyan from Quanshulou and Bone Tomb Taoist from the Soul-Devouring Sect continued to attack, quickly wiping out the remaining ghosts.

Seeing that the war was settled, Tie Guzheng thanked Zhou Wenyan and Gumu Taoist, and then went to pay a visit to Yang Sanyan.

"You incompetent person, go and take care of the city's defense and don't bother me." Yang Sanyan refused to meet him.

The person he wanted to see most at the moment was Jiao Ma.

Soon, under Qing Yan's leadership, Ning Zhuo arrived at the city gate tower.

Qing Yan did not forget to use his spiritual consciousness to remind him, "Jiao Ma, be careful with your attitude. Yang Sanyan is from the Wanxiang Sect, and his strength and status are extraordinary. More importantly, Qing Chi is still in his hands."

“Hmph, you are Jiao Ma? Give it to me…” Yang Sanyan snorted coldly, but didn’t finish his words.

boom!
The next moment, Ning Zhuo pushed with both palms and directly lifted the city gate tower.

(End of this chapter)