The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen looked at the sky above, at the location of the North Moon Ghost Lord's army, two huge battle spirits emerged.

A wild bear, and a charge ship.

There are many types of battle souls, and it is hard to say who is good and who is not good. As long as the army that can condense the battle soul, there is no iron-blood army.

Of course, this is not entirely absolute, some battle spirits have to be stronger by nature.

For example, the Ma family's white clothes Fufeng is recognized as a relatively powerful fighting spirit.

There are also some ancient battle spirits, which are also stronger than ordinary battle spirits.

Of course, this is only theoretically stronger. There are too many factors affecting the strength of the battle spirit on the battlefield, such as the morale of soldiers, the tolerance of generals...

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Beiyue Ghost Lord looked at the bottom, those who belonged to Ma Baizang's army.

Resisting the urge to kill, shouted at the daunting Ma Baizang: "Ma Baizang, now this king takes over the long river of fire, you go back to your Fufeng City."

Seeing this, the ghost master Beiyue didn't want to tear her skin apart. If you fight with Ma Baizang here, it will be cheaper for the other two ghost masters in the end.

Xiao Chen grinned, this guy is not as stupid as he looks.

But it doesn't matter whether it's stupid or not, after all, I'm not here to negotiate.

Xiao Chen looked at the distance and noticed that two large armies were pressing in.

"Just come." Xiao Chen nodded and stood up from the ground.

A dazzling stream of light had already arrived in front of Beiyue Ghost Lord in an instant.

Ghost Moon North Master hasn't even reacted yet, and even the bodyguard Qi Qi around him has not automatically initiated.

Beiyue Ghost Master felt a cold in his chest.

When he lowered his head, he only saw a big hole in the position of the heart, but the heart was already gone.

Then, centering on the big hole in Beiyue Ghost Master's chest, cracks appeared on Beiyue Ghost Master's body, and the cracks spread rapidly.

Up to this time, Beiyue Ghost Lord had not felt the pain, he raised his head with eyes full of inconceivability, and looked at the young man in front of him.

The young man held a heart in his hand. The bleeding heart seemed to be beating tirelessly without knowing that it had lost its owner.

"Why... why?" Beiyue Ghost Master asked the question he most wanted to know, even he had no time to ask who Xiao Chen was.

"Not why." Xiao Chen shook his head: "Your heart, I will be buried in the earth, and maybe one day, you can be born again."

As soon as Xiao Chen's voice fell, the body of the ghost master Beiyue shattered into fragments and broke apart.

A generation of heroes, the most powerful competitor of the Lord of the Underworld, a pseudo-emperor, just disappeared.

Fear spread like a plague in the army, and the two huge battle spirits above the sky also instantly dissipated.

Xiao Chen raised his beating heart and smiled at the leading general at the front of the army: "Two choices, one is to go to Ma Baizang, and two, I will kill you now."

Xiao Chen's indifferent smile was the most terrifying sight in the eyes of many generals.

But terror belongs to terror, and the loyalty of soldiers is beyond doubt.

The leading generals looked at each other, and finally nodded, holding a fist to Xiao Chen: "I am waiting for the general's great favor, and once sworn allegiance. Now that the general has left, I will naturally follow.

Even though the ghost master of Beiyue had fallen, most of the generals chose to fight against Xiao Chen who had killed the ghost master of Beiyue.

Unexpectedly, it is reasonable. Honor and loyalty are usually higher than life in the eyes of soldiers.

Xiao Chen felt a little unbearable, but it was impossible for an army of this size to make trouble in the Underworld.

"Array."

The two dissipated battle souls gathered again.

Even without the blessing of the main general, but the morale of seeing death as home, it made the battle spirit more solid and powerful.

"charge."

The desolate charge horn resounded across the sky, and the army that obscured the sky, wrapped in the will of death, launched a charge against Xiao Chen.

However, in any case, the result cannot be changed.

Even if Xiao Chen could only use the power of Wufu and Golden-Eyed Zombies to destroy this army, which was not considered a top-notch army, there was no pressure.

The battle ended soon, and the world obscured by the army quickly opened up.

When they were ghosts who died like this, they really couldn't live forever.

Knowing that eternal life cannot be overborn, these soldiers did not shrink back.

This may be why Xiao Chen wanted to form an army. During the war, the most reliable soldiers were always soldiers.

Xiao Chen buried the heart of Beiyue Ghost Lord under the ground and bowed deeply to the sky as the army dissipated.

"I hope that one day, I can die like you, without hesitation."

Xiao Chen said softly, and then the figure stood up from the ground without warning, and the terrifying speed caused bursts of explosions in the air.

"The whole army retreats, retreat quickly."

A general in the distance riding a nightmare and wearing black armor, saw the scene of the destruction of the North Moon Ghost Lord's army, and roared frantically.

"Don't worry about anything, go back to Nanling, the ghost master will be inherited by General Zuo."

The general roared, but instead of retreating with the army, he rushed towards the bank of the fire.

General Hei Jia rushed halfway and ran into Xiao Chen. The nightmare under his crotch seemed to feel Xiao Chen's horror, and he screamed frantically.

Xiao Chen didn't do it directly, but said to the general: "Take your army and hold the horse Baizang as the king. I have killed enough people today and I don't want to kill anymore."

The black-clad general grinned and asked, "Do you know why I want to fight on the battlefield? Because I have bad legs and feet, I can't kneel down."

Xiao Chen shook his head, "Do you want to delay time for your army? It's useless."

The general gave a wry smile, and he really couldn't make fun of the "old fox".

Xiao Chen looked at General Dao and said patiently: "Come on, the catastrophe is about to come, and one more person will have more strength."

The black-clad general shook his head: "I can die, but I can't kneel down to a waste."

Xiao Chen couldn't help sighing, Ma Baizang's grandson, as long as he had a better reputation, he wouldn't make others resist so much.

"You don't need to kneel on him, you just need to cooperate with his affairs." Xiao Chen thought for a while, and still made concessions.

Hearing what Xiao Chen said, the general fell silent.

Xiao Chen pointed to the rear of the general: "Look."

The general turned his head, but his army had already returned, closely following him.

"Don't let them be buried with them. It's not worth it. I want to have a chance after death." Xiao Chen continued to strike while the iron was hot. "Ma Baizang is not that unreliable. People from the Fufeng clan are always a little capable."

The black armored general lowered his head, touched the burning mane of the nightmare, and finally sighed.

"Fine."

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, this product was not a dead brain.