Huge ship.

Dunyi, wearing Wu Rong's appearance, sat in charge of the central army.

Not far away, Elder Qiu stared at him with a frown.

Dun Yi spread his hands helplessly: "This is Tu Shanjun's order. Master and apprentice are just one family. How could I stop it?"

"Don't say it's me. As the chief official of the underworld and the elder of the sect, don't you still have to obey? Why are you watching me do this?"

"I always feel something is wrong." Qiu Longjue sighed.

There is no time when there is a fight and the commander strikes first, with the army behind him.

The army should have defended the coach.

"Many of the Yintian clans have been glorious in the past and have extraordinary foundations. Just in case..." Qiu Longjue paced with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the demon beside him, he couldn't help but frown.

There is a "god" sitting on the top, and a devil standing at the bottom.

The coach even ran out while the army was marching.

"Don't worry. With Tushanjun's strength, as long as the ancient emperor doesn't take action, the palace master will be fine."

Qiu Longjue said angrily: "You also called me Tushanjun?"

Dun Yi shrugged his shoulders.

have to.

They are really a family, and I am even more of an outsider.

"I don't have time to talk to you. The palace master has explained a lot of things."

Dunyi leaned on the seat, raised his head slightly, covered the huge ship with Dao Lord's vast consciousness, and asked: "How long will it take to sail to the sea of ​​blood?"

Empress Houtu, who was shaped by a yin and yang millstone, heard a voice that was somewhat intertwined with instruments: "In three days, the fleet can jump to the sea of ​​​​blood, and the troops will be stationed at the predetermined location. The master of the palace will rush back with the old Taoist master."

Dunyi tilted his head and looked at Qiu Longjue, as if to say: 'Look, you don't have to worry about anything.'

Qiu Longjue finally managed to keep his composure.

Three days later.

Boom!

A thunderbolt from the clear sky.

The middle-aged monk who was driving the beast cart suddenly turned around.

With his Nascent Soul's strength, he couldn't tell where the explosion came from, as if it was as high as the Nine Heavens and as deep as the Nine Netherworld.

Earth Dragon crawled on the ground in fear and stopped moving. There were shouts of varying lengths coming from behind.

Buzz!

The noise of the beast team suddenly disappeared.

"Something's coming!"

Qiao Yuan hurriedly looked at the sound, and there seemed to be something flickering at the end of the endless wilderness.

Then a huge unknown instrument appeared.

If you take a closer look, you can see that it looks like a puppet. When you really see it clearly, it's close to you.

That is indeed a puppet.

It's three feet tall.

It's like an iron-clad wave appears in the Lingmi rice field. It's not clear how many there are at first glance, but you can tell that there are three to three forming a triangle.

Advance and retreat are well-founded, without any clutter.

The huge arched legs lightly stepped on the ground, and then jumped high.

Their beast team of a hundred people looked like villagers in front of the other party.

Keng!

Bang.

The puppet stepped on the ground and started running again.

Qiao Yuan just watched the puppet pass by him, and then something unknown was thrown from the huge puppet. He didn't notice the murderous intention or instinctively raised the protective aura.

What hit the body-protecting gas was a bag of 'rice cakes' in unknown packaging.

Said to be rice cakes, it should actually be said to be sugar cakes.

Most of the monks in the beast team received it.

"Underworld?"

Qiao Yuan recognized the words printed on the back.

He seemed to have never heard of this force, let alone seen such a flag in Xuefangzhou. However, the heat brought by the roaring puppet army was still on his side, and he had no idea what was going to happen.

"It's dark?!"

"Why does it get dark so early?"

"..."

"It's not dark, look!" came the exclamation.

Qiao Yuan looked up at the sky.

A huge shadow appeared in the sky visible to the naked eye.

It was like the Tengu eclipsing the sun slowly swallowing it up. Looking carefully, he could only see endless darkness, and he couldn't see clearly what it was under the shroud of the formation.

"What's going on?"

"We're not going to fight, are we?"

"The formation is too big, isn't it? What is that thing in the sky? What kind of cultivation level does it have to control that thing?"

"..."

The children in the beast team excitedly scrambled for the sprinkled rice cakes, and those who got more were showing off.

The adults were completely shocked. They were originally driving the beast cart to Fang Lin City to do business, but they saw such a horrific scene on the road.

For a time, it was neither progress nor retreat.

Until the puppet army moved forward and left, the darkness above slowly moved away.

Qiao Yuan and the other monks could barely see that it looked like countless giant ships hanging in the sky.

Perhaps the explosion they heard was not thunder at all, but a giant ship jumping out of the barrier.

…

Carrots and sticks are always the best.

Of course, the premise is that you have enough strength.

The effect of shock is much faster than favor.

Looking at the six princes and hundreds of tribes who bowed to him, Wu Rong was not proud or complacent.

He knows the real war begins now.

The unified upper reaches of the Styx River are basically a piece of loose sand, which was forcibly held together by Master Tushanjun. Without the control of this "ghost hand", the northwest will return to its previous state, even more chaotic.

The current Northwest will completely collapse as long as it suffers a defeat.

He especially needs time to integrate the power in his hands.

This still depends on whether the Nether Clan wants to fulfill the underworld.

Wu Rong made careful calculations and felt that Dongyue would not help him. Maybe the sect would come to help him, but Yintian was Dongyue's territory after all, and it was difficult for the ten clans to get along with each other.

Once external forces intervene and make other major clans help the Nether Clan, the sect will be involved.

‘I hope he’s the kind of person who knows what’s interesting, like Taoist Owl.’ Wu Rong muttered in his heart.

"Master, I think the giant fleet is about to arrive at the Blood Sea, so we have to go back as soon as possible." Wu Rong looked at Tu Shanjun and said.

"Okay." Tu Shanjun nodded.

"We are willing to go together." Taoist Lord Huo Ya bowed his hands and saluted.

When Feng Xi saw where the general trend was, he still dared to shout.

Killing Jin Lehou from the weapon spirit is like killing a chicken and he has no objection.

Fortunately, the underworld has to employ people, and if it wants to employ people, they must be useful. Otherwise, it would have to become a banner-mounted service soul like Jin Lehou, and he would never be reincarnated for eternity.

"I'm willing to go there."

"Very good!"
To be continued...