The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 315: Hidden Dragon List and Death Zone

Before this war, both the human and ghost races had their own assessments.

They are not fools. They naturally understand that knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

Therefore, both sides are collecting information, from the words of captives, from ancient books, and from various channels, bit by bit, they gather together a complete picture of the other side.

But these understandings are quite one-sided.

There is no way. We are of different races and cultures, and we cannot understand each other's social structure. There is no channel for communication. As a result, the more we know, the more confused we become.

Therefore, the ghost clan is actually not clear about the strength of the human race, and the human race is also unsure how strong the ghost clan is. Both sides are like blind men groping in the dark.

Then, there was this head-on confrontation!
In a sense, this battle must be fought!

When fighting the enemy, you need to understand the other party's level and what means he has; when fighting yourself, you must fight beautifully, with style, and with confidence.

Otherwise, the subsequent wars will only become more difficult.

Therefore, the human race actually attaches great importance to this first battle. Whether it is the Alliance of All Living Beings or Baidi Donghuang, they have reached a consensus.

This first battle must not be lost!

Therefore, elite warriors drawn from various countries began training early, and all kinds of methods of exorcising evil spirits and killing ghosts were used.

As a result, all major sects began to mobilize powerful immortal cultivators, and some of their most powerful tactics were used on the battlefield.

After saving it for so long, it must be used where it matters most, and now is the time.

As a result, the ancestors and supreme elders of all the top sects came out of seclusion one after another. They might be regarded as the remnants of the previous era and seemed outdated in the new era.

But you can't deny their killing power!
What they actually lacked was the means to deal with ghosts. After obtaining these in Xuanzhen Palace, what they hoped for this time was to come without return, and to die without life.

With such fighting spirit, even the ghosts would have to retreat.

So, the Ghost King is powerful, but facing these old guys, he is helpless!

After this battle, the human race's top leaders felt relieved but also a little frightened.

The happy thing is that although the ghost clan is strong, this battle can still be fought.

What frightened them was that what they had arrived at was just a ghost fairy city.

Zhou Juetian has eight such ghost fairy cities. Who knows what kind of monsters may be there?

In any case, the human race did not lose this first head-on confrontation, and the internal propaganda was that it had achieved a great victory, killing tens of thousands of enemies and countless demons.

Of course, publicity is just publicity, and they dare not stop doing what they should do.

Therefore, the Alliance of All Living Beings decided to give more support to the Dongtian human race, including materials, personnel, and experts, without leaving any less.

No matter what, the defense line must be held!

On the other side, after retreating a hundred miles, the Mushang Ghost Town became very quiet.

Mu Shang the Ghost Immortal naturally reacted and realized that this time he was being used as a gun and suffered heavy losses.

Then, as long as other ghost fairy cities do not catch up, he will definitely not move.

Thus, the first head-on confrontation ended, and the battlefield entered a rare period of stability.

Of course, the so-called "smoothness" is just the advancement of the army, and there are fewer head-on confrontations.

In fact, when the two armies were in a stalemate, the hundred-mile area in the middle became a battlefield for the masters and scouts of both sides to fight.

Each used his own methods and displayed his own power, and the killing was difficult to determine!

……

The cold wind howled through the twisted and withered woods, and the wailing sounds it brought with it were terrifying and weeping.

A team of ghosts came on patrol. There were nine of them, all knights, riding ghost horses with fire on their four hooves, and they ran as if they were flying on flames.

They are one of the few who have retained their complete human form. Their weapons are mainly spears. When they ride on horses, there is an aura of murderous intent as if they have survived a hundred battles, which is enough to shock the soul.

Those who are familiar with the ghost clan’s system will know that the ghost clan has few cavalry, because because of the cold wind and ghost fire, they actually don’t need mounts.

But as long as they can control the ghost horses, they are the elite among the elites. They can move freely on the battlefield and kill countless powerful ghost soldiers.

They are not powerful because of acquired factors, but they are able to gather such murderous energy when facing life and death on the battlefield.

Generally speaking, when they go out on patrol, even the powerful masters among the human race do not want to encounter them.

But today, wherever the Ghost Rider stepped, the ground suddenly exploded.

A figure suddenly emerged from the ground, with a long sword in his hand stretched out. A blazing sword light burst out, drawing a circle and sweeping across.

His sudden attack was indeed quite sudden, and at least two ghost riders were killed by him.

The flash of the knife cut half of the horse's body and the cavalryman's thigh. The fire on the knife burned and spread everywhere.

But that's all.

The third ghost knight stretched out his spear, like a phantom, blocking the force of the long sword.

Ding!
There was a slight sound and sparks flew. The knight could not bear the strong force and actually took a step back.

But in just the next second, the remaining ghost riders surrounded them. Although they were huge in size, the horses were extremely flexible to control.

Seven ghost riders, seven ghost horses, and seven long spears formed a criss-cross formation that completely trapped the swordsman.

Not to mention, although the two ghost riders suffered broken legs, the injuries were not fatal and were not even considered serious.

They first controlled the ghost energy to put out the blazing flames, and then put the two broken legs together, and ghost fire started burning.

They let out hoarse roars, obviously in great pain, but after waiting for the will-o'-the-wisp fire to die out, they picked up their weapons and joined the siege.

So, when nine riders attacked one, all they could see were heavy shadows of spears, like a mountain or a forest, wrapped in a cold and spooky aura, forcing the swordsman to retreat step by step.

The swordsman was quite powerful, with his unique footwork that allowed him to move swiftly in a very small space.

His body swayed unsteadily, like duckweed in the wind, and he managed to avoid most of the attacks.

But even so, he was still in danger. The space for dodging was getting smaller and smaller, and it was becoming more and more difficult to move around.

Finally, he had to resist with his long sword, the sword light became more and more intense, but three long spears were poking at it, and he was blasted out.

He was smashed dozens of feet away and fell to the ground tumbling. He no longer cared about his image and shouted loudly: "Zhuge Cong, Zhuge Cong, if you bastard don't do anything, I'm going to die!"

"Here I am! Didn't I just get ready?"

A dull voice sounded, which naturally aroused the vigilance of the ghost riders, but before they could react.

Then, the world around me turned upside down, and the twisted forest had turned into an endless desert.

Above our heads, the scorching sun was spreading heat wantonly, the desert was covered with yellow sand, and the air seemed distorted.

These ghost riders almost instinctively wanted to hide and escape, but there was endless desert all around them, so where could they hide?

At this time, outside, the swordsman had shaken off the dust on his body and walked quickly to a young man in his twenties.

This man looked dazed and didn't seem very smart, but he was holding an array plate in his hand and casting spells one after another.

In front of them, just a few dozen steps away, the nine ghost generals seemed to have lost their minds. They pretended to gallop on their horses, but they were actually spinning in place.

Finally, the leading ghost general seemed to understand something and roared in ghost language: "Illusion array! Illusion array! Gather, gather..."

He had obviously reacted and immediately began to gather his men to prepare to break the formation.

But at this moment, the sun in the sky no longer shed blazing heat, but thunder, fine and dense, like a silver snake, wreaking havoc everywhere. The young man's forehead was sweaty and his face turned pale, but above the formation, small dark clouds gathered and struck lightning again.

Crackling!

Rumble, rumble!

The thunder was a little smaller, but its power was still undeniable. Under the lightning, the nine ghost riders had fallen to the ground, their bodies charred and dying.

The swordsman didn't say a word, he rushed forward, and with a flash of his sword, he chopped off the heads of these ghost generals.

In just a moment, he grabbed the nine objects and stuffed them into the storage bag.

At this time, he looked at the young man and said with envy: "Your formation master is really good, otherwise, I can fight one of these ghost riders alone, but I dare not say whether I can kill them!"

The dull young man was really honest. He replied: "You are too stupid. I can't learn it."

The swordsman's face twitched: "Has anyone ever told you that you speak so harshly?"

"I don't know if it's hard to hear, but if we're still chatting here, I'm afraid we'll die in the future."

"Then why don't you run away quickly!"

The swordsman didn't waste any more time, grabbed the young man and ran away, but the two didn't run too far and hid at the edge of the forest.

Their previous arrangements were there, so they lifted the cover and hid underground.

The dull young man quickly made hand gestures and activated the formation, concealing their whereabouts and breath.

Just as they hid, a strong gust of cold wind blew over, and at least dozens of ghosts came.

The leader was actually a ghost baby, which looked the smallest but had the most resentment.

When he saw the headless ghost rider, he seemed extremely angry, and after searching everywhere without success, he became furious.

With a casual move of his hand, the ghost energy swept over and actually caught a starving ghost. Regardless of the starving ghost's pleas for mercy, he tore it into pieces in a few seconds and swallowed it into his stomach.

His action scared the other ghosts around him and made them flee in all directions, but after swallowing the starving ghost, he felt much calmer.

Then he let out a howl, gathered his ghost tribe together, and turned into a cold wind to patrol other territories.

……

Another place,
The three monks sat cross-legged and chanted mantras, which transformed into streams of Buddha's blessings and gathered on the strong man who was as strong as an iron tower.

The whole body of this sturdy man was the color of gold and iron, as if he were cast in copper or iron. Every move he made was accompanied by boundless strength, and the weapons he used were all Buddhist vajra.

With the blessing of Buddha, the damage to the ghost clan was surprisingly not at all bad. The vajra was danced with great force, turning into circles that spread outwards.

Therefore, the weaker ghosts that rushed in were directly purified by the Buddha's light and died without pain.

Those who are strong will fly backwards, with broken bones and tendons, and coughing up blood!

This Vajra Warrior is really unreasonable.

……

Another place,
A girl dressed as a member of the Golden Horde walked barefoot in this gloomy and spooky place.

Her eyes were pure white, as if she was blind. Her exposed skin was snow-white and delicate, but was engraved with countless strange lines, so densely packed that they seemed to be twisting and moving.

And around him, there were hundreds of ghosts following him. They seemed to have lost their sanity, wildness, and pain.

Just following stupidly, like a walking corpse!

Only when encountering ghosts would the girl slightly raise her hand, and the controlled ghosts would rush forward and kill their own kind.

……

In another place, another ghost general let out a long ghost cry, like piercing steel needles, causing a group of human monks to cry out in pain.

Then, more ghosts rushed forward and killed these humans one by one.

In another place, a human team of more than ten people were fleeing in panic.

Some of them were piloting flying boats, some were controlling flying swords, and some were using escape techniques. It was obvious that they all had some impressive skills.

But now, now, they seemed to be hunted by a shadowless ghost.

From time to time, a flash of knife light would appear, and then a person would fall down with a scream, and be eaten by other ghosts.

This stimulated the others to run faster, but it was useless, useless, the human monks died one after another.

Somewhere, in a swamp, a ball of fire exploded in the air.

This was a signal for help, and thus, human cultivators gathered from all directions like a tide.

There were also countless ghosts who transformed into dark winds and ghost fires, coming to kill us.

The two sides started a desperate fight in this swamp. More and more ghosts and humans were involved, and the battlefield became larger and larger.

Originally, it was just a fight between two scout teams, but later on, it turned into a small local melee.

After a day and a night, both the human and ghost tribes were exhausted from killing each other, and then they tacitly stopped and withdrew.

However, hundreds of corpses have been left in this area.

……

The confrontation between the human and ghost armies was only a hundred miles from east to west, and ten thousand miles from north to south.

This vast area became the main area for fighting and contest between the human and ghost races before the two sides prepared for the second major war.

Here, although both sides did not deploy that many troops, they were all real masters.

They either form small teams or work alone, fighting to the death with this vast land.

As a result, this hundred-mile area became a huge meat grinder, swallowing up countless lives of humans and ghosts.

At the same time, there are countless young talents who have gained experience and made a name for themselves here!
Let’s not talk about the ghost clan, but the human clan is actually a headache.

There is no way. The intensity of the fighting here is really not something that ordinary warriors and immortal cultivators can handle. There are too many casualties.

Finally, Xuanzhen Palace joined forces with the All Living Beings Alliance and the two cities in the Rising Sun Plains to launch a list - the Hidden Dragon List!

The so-called hidden dragon does not mean that you are strong, have a high realm, or have great magical powers. Those are all false!

Only those who survive the endless killing on the battlefield are the true geniuses and real potential dragons!
The ghost clan’s objects of reliance are their best support. The more ghosts you kill and the more objects of reliance you bring back, the more you can exchange for military merits and get on the list!

Of course, fame is just fame, and the real benefits are naturally indispensable.

Killing ghosts will naturally bring military merit, and military merit is everything on the battlefield.

If you want magic methods, magic weapons, magical powers, elixirs, or even a place in the Xuanzhen Palace, it is not a problem.

The chosen ones on the Hidden Dragon List can also exchange them at half price, which is very convenient.

Although the purpose of cultivating immortality is to achieve longevity and immortality, that goal is indeed far away. The more immediate obstacles are wealth, friends, Dharma and land.

So, as long as you dare to fight and have confidence in yourself, then go to the battlefield.

Either you get out of this situation sideways or you make a fortune, there is no third outcome.

As a result, heroes from all over the world flocked to the scene!

However, the casualties in this hundred-mile area were too heavy, and thus it gained a new name among humans - the Death Zone.

　Toothache is not a disease, but it can be fatal!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)