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Chapter 198: Yin Li God and Ghost General Appear

"A messenger from the underworld? Impossible! How could you sneak in?"

Zhao Hongzhong's eyes were filled with fear, and he even forgot about the injury on his hand.

The other ninth-level transcendents on the platform also reacted and immediately dodged to a distance. Only two of the original nine ninth-level transcendents were left on the platform.

The black-robed man beside Lu Yan was finally exposed to everyone.

Everyone suddenly realized a very serious problem, that is, in the past month, Lu Yan had killed a large number of extraordinary people across dozens of gathering places.

Among them, there are as many as seven ninth-order transcendents.

It was precisely this terrifying threat that made the extraordinary people from all sides decide to unite to fight against Lu Yan.

But just before the meeting, there were eight ninth-order transcendents on the podium, plus the seven who had fallen, the number of ninth-order transcendents reached fifteen, which was totally disproportionate to the original number of thirteen.

But such a huge loophole was quietly ignored by everyone subconsciously.

Including the Shadow Corpse King, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

They subconsciously looked at the black-robed figure beside Lu Yan. All the information indicated that the black-robed figure beside Lu Yan was the culprit of this strange phenomenon.

The person in black robe beside Lu Yan was obviously a woman. Her figure under the black robe was sometimes tall and slender, and sometimes petite and delicate, like a mist that could never be grasped.

The extraordinary people who had not reached the ninth level stared at the man in black robe, but after only a second, they subconsciously ignored his existence.

Even if she saw a person in black robe, she would instinctively think that she was her relative or friend, and she should stand in that position.

The contradiction between the subconscious and reality can drive people crazy.

Under the gaze of everyone, the black-robed man beside Lu Yan took off his hood to reveal his face underneath.

She just stood there, but her expression kept changing like flowing water.

With every breath, a new mask emerged from the void, covering her original face, and disappeared in the next moment. Those eyes always maintained the color of the night, as if they were her only unchanging mark.

She glanced at everyone present with an indifferent look, her voice as cold as ice:
"My Lord, Yin Li!"

That’s right, this is one of the ghosts and gods that Lu Yan created these days.

The Yin Li God was created by sacrificing a Jindan Corpse King hunted by Lu Yan. That Jindan Corpse King did not have powerful strength, but he had an extremely strange talent that could deceive the cognition of living beings and regard them as things that existed imperceptibly.

She once relied on this talent to deceive an army of six thousand ghost soldiers during a hunt. She once sneaked up to Lu Yan's side and tried to assassinate him, but was suppressed by the four ghosts.

Lu Yan was impressed by her abilities and transformed her into a ghost god, named Yin Li Shen.

The innate supernatural power that she awakened is called: Transformation of the Self-Venerable God.

Under the cover of his Hua Zizai Tian, ​​the existence of Lu Yan and Yin Li Shen will be regarded as reasonable by everyone, and they will not be noticed as long as they do not take the initiative to attack.

This magical power is quite similar to Lu Yan's mysterious true meaning.

After Zhao Hongzhong delivered the message, Lu Yan tore open the space crack and quickly rushed to the underground castle. With the help of Zheng Ta Hua Zi Zai Tian, ​​he successfully sneaked in and witnessed this farce.

If it weren't for Liu Hao, an outlier who interested Lu Yan, maybe Lu Yan would really be willing to continue playing with them.

After the initial panic, Zhao Hongzhong quickly calmed down, looking directly at Lu Yan with a hint of joy in his eyes.

“It would be fine if you sneaked in secretly, but you even dared to take the initiative and show up.

Without the protection of the army of the underworld, you are simply courting death!"

Seven powerful men including the Shadow Corpse King formed a battle array and surrounded Lu Yan and Yin Lishen on the high platform. The fluctuations of supernatural power soared into the sky and almost overturned the entire underground castle.

Lu Yan smiled brightly, and the Soul Banner, which had been promoted to a magic weapon, fell into his hands. In an instant, the ghost fog that covered the sky and the sun engulfed everything.

"Oh no, it's the army of the underworld!"

Doubtful voices rang out, accompanied by bursts of low war drum sounds, and a large number of ghost soldiers poured out like a tide.

The auras of thousands of ghost soldiers merged in an instant, turning into a mighty torrent of death, rushing towards the many powerful men besieging the high platform. The thick stone wall collapsed inch by inch under this force, and countless broken stones fell like meteors under the moonlight, and dozens of figures rushed into the ground from underground.

Under the moonlight, everyone finally saw the terrifying army emerging from the ghost fog.

They were wearing black armor engraved with inscriptions, and the soul-catching ropes in their hands exuded the aura of the underworld. Their figures were looming in the moonlight amid the ghost fog, but the sound of their footsteps shook the earth.

The army of the underworld did not make any move, and the unmatched force crushed everyone.

After slaughtering more than 50 million zombies in a few months, these ghost soldiers have already developed an invincible power to roam the battlefield. Even a Jindan strongman would be shaken when facing this army of ghost soldiers.

"Form a formation to resist, otherwise everyone will die!"

The next moment, the army of the underworld moved! Six thousand ghost soldiers lined up in the void, their figures intertwined into a mysterious Taoist text. The dark green ghost energy flowed between heaven and earth, outlining two magnificent formations.

The Nine Netherworld Fire Formation quietly took shape, with countless dark green ghost fires dancing in the formation, and each cluster of flames contained the power of death from the underworld. The Nine Netherworld Yin Wind Formation took shape on the other side, with the gloomy cold wind howling and turning into thousands of invisible sharp blades.

"Start the battle!"

Following an order, the two formations started to operate simultaneously. The netherworld fire shot up into the sky, and under the moonlight, it turned into a sea of ​​fire, engulfing the battle formation of the extraordinary. The Nine Netherworld Wind howled, and countless dark green wind blades intertwined into a net in the void, blocking all escape routes.

At the front of the battle formation of extraordinary beings, a ninth-level extraordinary being howled towards the sky, with a biting cold air surrounding him.

In an instant, several kilometers of land turned into a field of ice and snow, and countless crystal ice crystals condensed in the void, freezing the surging netherworld fire. The terrifying extreme cold force hit the army of ghost soldiers hard, and the frontmost team was enveloped by this extreme cold force. The bodies of many ghost soldiers instantly turned into ice sculptures and shattered into countless crystal fragments.

Another strong man controlled the storm, summoning a raging hurricane to fight against the Nine Nether Yin Wind. The two forces intertwined and collided in the void, making a deafening whistle. The violent tornado swept hundreds of Yin soldiers and extraordinary people into the sky, shattering their formation.

A streak of blood flashed across the battlefield. It was a ninth-rank warrior who was proficient in the art of extreme speed. His figure was as fast as lightning, and wherever the long sword in his hand passed, the ranks of the ghost soldiers were clearly cut open.

The battle confrontation fell into a brief stalemate at this moment. Zhao Hongzhong showed great joy, and thunder surrounded his body as if the god of thunder had descended to the earth. He rushed straight towards Lu Yan, who was at the back of the army of ghost soldiers.

"Behead!"

Acting with him were two ninth-level warriors and more than a dozen eighth-level transcendents.

They were like a sharp blade, trying to cut through the battle formation of the Yin soldiers.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened. The aura of the six thousand Yin soldiers suddenly shrank, and the power of the two formations merged in an instant.

A ninth-rank transcendent who was trying to break through the formation failed to notice the change in time and was immediately enveloped by the sudden power of the formation. The dark green light engulfed him, and with a shrill scream, his body was torn into pieces by the nether fire and the dark wind, and even his soul was turned into nothingness under this terrifying power.

The rest of the eighth-rank transcendents were not much better off. After holding on for a short while, the nether fire and the dark wind intertwined and engulfed their souls.

Zhao Hongzhong, who was exhausted from resisting the Yin Wind and Nether Fire, understood that the so-called brief stalemate was just an illusion to lure them into the formation. In just a short moment, one ninth-level and more than a dozen eighth-level warriors fell.

Including him, another ninth-level strongman was trapped in the formation. If there was no rescue, it was only a matter of time before he died.

The fear of death enveloped Zhao Hongzhong's whole body. With his eyes wide open, he roared at the shadow corpse king outside the battle formation:
"Let them do it, or we will all die!"

The Shadow Corpse King, who had been hoping to reap the benefits, never expected that the battle situation would change so quickly. The shadows around him gathered together and turned into a behemoth that was more than fifty meters tall, and its deafening roar spread between heaven and earth.

The next second, the ground seemed to be turned over by an earth dragon, and hundreds of thousands of zombies crawled out of the soil as the earth veins surged, shaking the originally solid foundation of the formation.

Zombies are dead creatures and do not need to eat or breathe. The Shadow Zombie King, who had already cooperated with Zhao Hongzhong, dispatched an army of millions of zombies several days in advance, and seven zombie kings were buried deep underground through the power of one of the Earth Zombie Kings.

All of them are revealed at this moment, and the situation is reversed in an instant.

Although the formation formed by six thousand Yin soldiers is powerful, they are only at the peak of Qi training after all. The reckless charge of one million zombies is enough to affect the stability of the formation.

Together with the newly joined seven corpse kings, a total of thirteen early Jindan powerhouses are enough to destroy the biggest advantage of the underworld army.

The ghost fog in the sky was shaking, the Netherworld Array was gradually collapsing, and Zhao Hongzhong, who had transformed into the God of Thunder, rushed towards Lu Yan again.

This time, there were five ninth-level corpse kings following him.

Just when everyone thought the situation was settled, Lu Yan, who had been watching indifferently, finally took action.

Waving the soul flag in his hand, Lu Yan smiled and said:

"It looks like they have run out of cards."

"Next, it's your turn!"

A space crack leading to the Soul Continent was projected in the void, and six hundred ghost generals wearing dark green armor rode on dark Yin horses, neatly lined up in the void. Their armor was engraved with mysterious runes, and with the moonlight shining, strange Yin fire appeared, as if thousands of dark green eyes were peering in the darkness.

Each ghost general held a pitch-black war spear in his hand, with the spear body lingering with lingering death energy, and the spear tip glowing with a cold light, as if it could pierce the void. The Yin horses under their crotches were as black as ink, and their hooves kept stepping into the air. Every step caused ripples in the void, and as the horse manes fluttered, it seemed as if one could see the entangled ghosts shuttling through it.

This is exactly the result of Lu Yan’s achievements in the past month. Among the six hundred ghost generals in the foundation-building stage, the best ones have even reached the peak of the foundation-building stage.

The moment the ghost general appeared, the aura of the crumbling Netherworld Array was instantly connected with the six hundred ghost generals, and the array was stabilized in an instant.

The moment the ghost generals appeared, they quickly locked onto Zhao Hongzhong and the five corpse kings who were charging into the battle.

The uniform command sounded instantly.

"kill!"

The six hundred ghost generals were surrounded by dark winds and dark fires, and with all kinds of innate magic spells blessing themselves, they stepped on the void and rushed in unison towards the six oncoming Jindan powerhouses.

Even though a ninth-order transcendent was comparable to an early-stage Golden Core cultivator, in the battle formation that brought together six thousand peak Qi training cultivators and six hundred foundation building cultivators, even a Golden Core cultivator seemed powerless to resist and was forcibly crushed by the mighty force.

(End of this chapter)