Mid-month.

The setting sun has replaced the starry sky.

The shadow moon is bright.

Only light green flickers can be seen in the throne corridor.

"Yamfu is very cautious, and the ghost monks are more harassing to the underworld."

Wu Rong pinched his forehead and leaned on the bench, throwing down the battle report in his hand.

He has overestimated his opponent as much as possible and tried his best to improve the layout and squeeze the opponent's living space.

However, Yanfu is obviously not a short-smart person.

The right time, right place and right people are the trinity.

As more and more soldiers and horses were mobilized, the Tianyuan front line was completely drawn out, and everyone knew that the interior of the underworld was empty.

"Although I have the river map and have communicated with the ghost gate, flying between two places consumes mana after all. If I continue to consume it like this, I can't rush into the formation."

Wu Rong's face was solemn, and his green eyes flashed with fire: "The arrow is on the string and must be fired."

"Escape."

"My lord, I'm here."

Dunyi, wearing a robe, stepped out from the shadow of the main hall.

"Recall all the powers of the underworld."

"Young Master..., it's just a matter of words to bring back the powerful ones, but the ghost tribe is just intruding now. Once we give the order, the ghost tribe may attack in large numbers and destroy our basic territory..."

Wu Rong looked ruthless and said in a cold voice: "When I kill Yan Fu, I will vomit out whatever the ghosts eat."

"I have already gone to believe in the Hades."

"Will they help?"

"Once the army moves out and the war situation becomes tense, the ghost tribe will definitely attack in a large scale." Dun had a serious look on his face.

He is also a master of conspiracy, so he naturally understands that the ghost clan has not really taken action.

"Maybe."

Wu Rong didn't have much self-confidence.

"I can go to the Nether Clan to convince the Nether Clan's great power."

"No need."

"I can't wait to continue arguing with them."

Dunyi's expression became condensed.

Wu Rong was so cruel.

The so-called letter asking for help is true, but what is more important is the reason. If the basic territory of the underworld falls, when Wu Rong returns to the court after a great victory, he will definitely use this to liquidate the Nether Clan, completely break up the Nether Clan as an ally and integrate it into the underworld. By then, the underworld will

The losses can be made up by annexing the Hades, or even go further.

Dunyi was startled by his own thoughts, and then he felt almost crazy joy.

He has always felt that Tu Shanjun was not a qualified leader of the force.

Tushan Junqiang is the Dinghai Shenzhen. He can rule the world for his ancestors, but he is still not the master of the Ming Dynasty.

The man in front of him is the clear master of his hope.

…

"He transferred all the powerful ones back?" Ghost Fangfu handed the ghost tribe's jade slip to Yan Fu.

Yan Fu didn't even look at it and said calmly: "He decided to take action."

Tianyuan.

Shrine.

Yan Fu stared at the stars in the distance and asked calmly: "Is everyone here?"

Gui Fangfu looked back, and all he saw were powerful Tao Lords. At a glance, there were hundreds of them, and the one at the forefront was undoubtedly Sanhua Tao Lord.

Not to mention that the countless demonic soldiers and generals in the Rolling Demonic Abyss, as well as the many kings who sit in the Demonic Abyss, are still hiding in the darkness and have not appeared.

"Some people didn't come."

Yan Fu laughed.

Not just some, but many people didn't come.

Since the Battle of Defeating Heaven, life and death have become blurry. Unless he has no choice but to do so, Ichika Dao-kun will not regress in cultivation and enter reincarnation again. What's more, he is a strong man of three flowers. He has true immortality and does not need to care about the advice of heaven and earth.

Lifespan is just a number.

"Since you didn't come, you don't need to invite me again."

"Get ready."

"This battle is about your wealth and life."

Hundreds of Taoist monarchs, whose faces were covered and their figures were covered, were silent and solemn.

It's not easy to get them to unite. It's probably because the underworld has violated a taboo. Isn't it good for everyone to live peacefully on their own? We have to make rules.

Trying to achieve success by reshaping life and death,

No wonder they spontaneously joined forces to cause great disaster on this imperial road.

"Kill the underworld, a demon-killing weapon."

"Return the lives and freedom of all people in the world!"

"Freedom for the common people!"

"Freedom for the common people!"

…

Wu Rong, who was on the Tianyuan front, stood up and walked out of the throne corridor.

The starry sky has already been filled with giant ships.

Main battleship.

Wangtai.

Wu Rong climbed high.

Dark clouds overtook the sky.

The roaring wind turned into a few wisps of spring breeze, and even the roar of the giant ship's internal elixir furnace gradually became quieter in the sky. Wu Rong, who climbed onto the high platform, was wearing an emperor's robe and a reincarnation crown on his head.

Open your arms.

Bang.

Hold your hands and clasp your fists.

The magical thunder sound rolls around the world:

"I am the lord of the underworld, Lord Si Mingdao, Wu Rong."

"Tell the world."

"Expedition to the underworld."

"Stay away from strangers!"

The civil and military ministers of the main ship had already been waiting in military uniforms for a long time.

Boom.

The movements are neat.

The five Sanhua elders of the sect were at the forefront.

The skinny elder Ping, the old man without his legs, the blind mother-in-law, the strong man with a broken arm, and the boy who has returned to youth.

Those who follow you are all powerful Taoists.

Lord Yoshima hugged his shoulders.

Grand Elder Chongming of the Tianyang Shen Sect led a group of powerful people into a powerful battle formation.

Great sages are like clouds, saints are like rain.

The giant fleet behind them is composed of hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers and millions of ghost generals.

The mysterious breath covering the sky casts a shadow over Donghuang.

Wu Rong's eyes moved with divine light, lighting up the sparks.

The sky formed by a swarm of giant ships responded quickly.
To be continued...