"Shit..."

"Susu..."

The 100,000 Yakshas marched without any sound. When their footsteps and bodies broke through the air sounded in this quiet place, various tiny sounds suddenly came from the grass everywhere, as if something was running away at a rapid speed.

"Crab, Crab..." As he walked, Qin Yao gradually frowned and looked down at his feet.

From here, the ground was covered with bones. I don’t know if it was trampled by people or other species. These bones were shattered and it was impossible to tell whether they were human bones or animal bones.

"Shit~"

As they continued to deepen, snake shadows began to appear around them, big and small, long and short, black and white, all kinds of which were available. However, because of the strong momentum of the Yasha army, these strange snakes just stared at them from afar, followed slowly, and did not dare to move forward.

"It's so noisy!" While moving, Xiao Zhuo suddenly raised his right hand, and the vast spiritual energy flew out of her palm, forming hundreds of linear wind blades, slashing towards the grass in all directions.

The half-human-high nameless grass mustard was cut off at half-half. The strange snake hidden in it was silently cut off its head, and blood splattered. The strange snake behind it was so scared that it fled away quickly and never dared to follow it from afar.

Qin Yao held her left hand and said softly: "Okay, why bother with a group of snakes? Let's continue walking."

Xiao Zhuo nodded silently, put down his right hand that was releasing the light, and led the army forward with him.

After about half an hour of speed, one man and one ghost, one hundred thousand Yasha finally arrived at the end of the valley. Looking up, there was an ancient village in front of me. Countless thin ropes were pulled between the big trees at the entrance of the village. There were terrible dolls made of unknown materials, missing eyes and hands, and dirty all over their bodies.

What's even more terrifying is that when they came to the group of monster dolls, they actually heard the strange laughter of the dolls.

"Pretending to be a ghost, it's a rude way." Just seeing this scene, Qin Yao, as the descendant of Maoshan, guessed what happened, reached out to his pocket, and took out a fire-starting talisman.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Suddenly, the dirty doll's laughter became more real, and green fires emerged from the hollow eyes, breaking free from the ropes and rushing towards Qin Yao.

"Kill them off." Xiao Zhuo said lightly.

Wow, swow, swow, swow... One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and then smashed hundreds of dolls into pieces.

In the world, no matter how powerful the evil magic is, you can’t help but encounter so many yakshas!

Even talking about evil, evil, evil, and evil, these yakshas are far ahead of human evil cultivation.

After easily breaking the dirty doll, the army surrounded the village. Qin Yao took Xiao Zhuo's hand and stepped into the village with the Yasha King and hundreds of Yasha.

The village was silent and there was no one. At this time, the place was far from the Dead Valley in Xiao Zhuo's memory, so she could only order the Yaksha to search for the traces of whisks from house to house. As she searched, she came to a ancestral hall.

The Yasha King kicked the ancestral hall with a bang, and a poisonous gas was released from it, but no normal person present, and this poisonous gas did not work at all.

After a few slumps, the poisonous gas dissipated, and a wide lobby appeared in the eyes of humans and ghosts...

In the lobby, dozens of humans wearing black robes and black scarves, to be precise, were corpses, kneeling on the ground, and at the front were a monk and Taoist. The monk held a magic wand with a wide eyes wide open; the Taoist held a black handle and a whisk with a sad face.

In front of the monk, a shriveled and skinny weird man placed his hand on the monk's magic wand and froze in place.

"What's the situation?" Qin Yao said in surprise.

"It should be that they wanted to take the monk's staff, but they were suppressed by the staff. After a long time, they died here." Xiao Zhuo said softly.

Qin Yao looked at the monk's hands with a dusty Zen stick: "If we move this Zen stick, will they be resurrected from the dead?"

"It's not possible to be resurrected from the dead, it's certain that the resentful soul leaves the body."

"Then take the whisk first."

A light flashed in Xiao Zhuo's hand, and a long sword appeared out of thin air: "Neither Yaksha and I can touch the whisk, you must come. Bite your fingers, use blood as ink, draw the Maoshan talisman in the palm of your hand, and then drive the Maoshan magic power in your body, activate the talisman and then get the whisk, otherwise you will definitely be suppressed."

Qin Yao acted as he said, holding the whisk with a blood talisman in his right hand. When the blood talisman was attached to the black handle of the whisk, the three thousand whisk silk suddenly lit up a bright golden light. Xiao Zhuo and the King of Yasha felt uncomfortable and immediately withdrew from the ancestral hall.

In the dark, Qin Yao felt a gaze falling on him. After scrutinizing for a long time, he finally dissipated invisible.

Then, the brilliant golden light on the whisk silk was dissipated.

"Are you ready?" Qin Yao took a breath silently, turned his head to look outside the ancestral hall.

Xiao Zhuo raised the long sword in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Yaksha Legion, prepare for battle!"

The hundred thousand yakshas immediately raised their weapons, looked around, ready to start the war at any time.

In the ancestral hall, Qin Yao suddenly used force and pulled out the black-handled whisk from the hands of an unknown ancestor. The void suddenly shone lightning and thunder, and ghost hands stretched out from the ground.

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." The Kongxing Yasha was suspended in the air, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and shot thousands of arrows at once, piercing the ghosts climbing up from the ground.

"Puff, puff, puff." The yaksha divides into multiple strands, waving various weapons, harvesting the body of a resentful ghost like cutting wheat, and putting its soul body into the weapon.

With the close and tacit cooperation between the two sides, even if the resentful souls underground seemed endless, no resentful ghost could escape from the village alive. The power of the extraordinary legion was completely exposed to Qin Yao, causing his heart to stir.

It is possible for individual cultivators to seize treasures from tens of thousands of resentful souls to be able to seize treasures from the hands of tens of thousands of resentful souls. When it comes to destroying tens of thousands of resentful souls, it is probably difficult for even the heavenly master to do so.

How can something that could not be accomplished in the world is now being truly staged in front of him? How can he not feel sad?

The most important thing is that this is just a legion under the Black Mountain Old Demon. Judging from the fact that Xiao Zhuo can mobilize, it should not be considered a top legion in Black Mountain... It is really unimaginable how powerful the official army of the Yinsi has!

"Take up the three-foot green edge, lead a million troops, and push forward the eternal times. A real man should do this." After coming back to his senses, Qin Yao said softly.

A trace of glimmer flashed in Xiaozhuo's eyes.

Which girl is not in love with her youth, and which woman doesn’t want her husband to be a great hero?

What's more, he doesn't mention whether he likes or not, nor does he say he's underestimated. In reality, his strength, power, status, fame... are somewhat different from himself.

If Uncle Jiu hopes that Qin Yao can be safe and sound for the rest of his life, then Xiao Zhuo’s greatest hope is that he can become his own support in the future.
Chapter completed!