The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen looked at the position of Beiyue Ghost Lord's army above the sky, and two huge battle spirits emerged.

A savage giant bear, and an assault warship.

There are many types of war spirits, and it is hard to say who is good and who is not, but any army that can gather war spirits is an army of iron and blood.

Of course, this is not absolute, some battle spirits are naturally stronger.

For example, the white-clothed Fufeng of the Ma family is recognized as a relatively powerful fighting spirit.

There are also some ancient war spirits, which are stronger than ordinary war spirits.

Of course, this is only stronger in theory. There are too many factors that affect the strength of a battle spirit on the battlefield, such as the morale of soldiers, the bearing of generals...

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Beiyue Ghost Lord looked down at the army belonging to Ma Baizang.

Resisting the urge to kill, he yelled at the idle Ma Baizang: "Ma Baizang, now this king will take over the Yehuo Changhe, go back to your Fufeng City."

From the looks of it, Beiyue ghost master didn't want to break his face. If he fought Ma Baizang to the death here, it would be cheaper for the other two ghost masters in the end.

Xiao Chen bared his teeth and smiled, this guy is not as stupid as he looks.

But it doesn't matter if he is stupid or not, after all, he is not here to negotiate.

Xiao Chen looked into the distance and noticed that two large armies were pressing in.

"Just come." Xiao Chen nodded, and his figure rose from the ground.

With a dazzling stream of light, he was in front of Beiyue Ghost Lord in an instant.

North Lord Guiyue didn't even react, and even the protective energy around him didn't activate automatically.

Beiyue Ghost Master felt a chill in his chest.

When he lowered his head again, he only saw a big hole where the heart was, but the heart was gone.

Then, with the big hole in the chest of Ghost Lord Beiyue as the center, cracks appeared on the body of Ghost Lord Beiyue, and the cracks spread rapidly.

Until now, Beiyue Ghost Master still didn't feel the pain, he raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the young man in front of him.

The young man held a heart in his hand. The bleeding heart didn't seem to know that it had lost its owner, and was still beating tirelessly.

"Why...why?" Beiyue Ghost Lord asked the question he wanted to know the most, and he didn't even have time to ask who Xiao Chen was.

"No reason." Xiao Chen shook his head: "I will bury your heart in the ground, and maybe one day, you can be reborn."

As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, the body of Beiyue Ghost Lord shattered into pieces and split apart.

A generation of heroes, the most powerful contender for the Lord of the Underworld, a false emperor, just disappeared.

Fear spread through the army like a plague, and the two huge battle spirits in the sky also dissipated instantly.

Xiao Chen raised his still beating heart, and smiled at the leading general in the front of the army: "Two choices, one, surrender to Ma Baizang, two, I will destroy you now."

Xiao Chen's indifferent smile, in the eyes of many generals, was simply the most terrifying sight.

But terror is terror, and the loyalty of soldiers is unquestionable.

Several leading generals looked at each other, finally nodded, and clasped their fists to Xiao Chen and said: "I have received the general's great favor, and I once swore allegiance. Now that the general has left, we will naturally follow."

Even though the Beiyue Ghost Lord had fallen, most of the generals chose to fight against Xiao Chen who killed the Beiyue Ghost Lord.

Unexpected but reasonable, honor and loyalty are usually above life in the eyes of soldiers.

Xiao Chen couldn't bear it, but it was impossible for an army of this size to make waves in the underworld.

"Array."

The two dissipated battle spirits gathered again.

Even without the blessing of the chief general, the morale of seeing death as home makes the fighting spirit more solidified and the momentum more powerful.

"charge."

The desolate charge horn resounded across the sky, and the army covering the sky charged towards Xiao Chen with the will to die.

However, in any case, the result cannot be changed.

Even if Xiao Chen can only use the power of martial arts and golden-eyed zombies now, there is no pressure to destroy this army which is not considered top-notch.

The battle ended quickly, and the world covered by the army quickly opened up.

They who were originally ghosts died like this, and they really could not be reborn forever.

Knowing that they will not be reincarnated forever, these soldiers did not flinch.

This may be the reason why Xiao Chen wants to form an army. In times of war, the most reliable are always soldiers.

Xiao Chen buried Beiyue Ghost Lord's heart under the ground, and bowed deeply to the sky where the army dissipated.

"I hope that one day, I can die like you without hesitation."

Xiao Chen said something softly, and then the figure rose from the ground without warning, and the terrifying speed caused bursts of explosions in the air.

"The whole army retreats, retreat quickly."

In the distance, a general wearing a black armor riding a nightmare, saw the scene of the Beiyue ghost master's army being wiped out, and roared like crazy.

"Don't worry about anything, go back to Nanling, the position of Ghost Lord will be inherited by General Zuo."

The general roared, but instead of retreating with the army, he rushed to the bank of the Yehuo River.

General Heijia rushed halfway, and ran into Xiao Chen. The nightmare under his crotch seemed to sense Xiao Chen's terror, and neighed crazily.

Xiao Chen didn't do anything directly, but said to the general: "Take your army and embrace Ma Baizang as king. I have killed enough people today, and I don't want to kill any more."

General Hei Jia grinned and asked back: "Do you know why I want to fight on the battlefield? Because I have bad legs and feet, so I can't kneel down."

Xiao Chen shook his head, "You want to delay for your army? It's useless."

The general gave a wry smile, sure enough he couldn't play tricks on the "old fox".

Xiao Chen looked at the general and said patiently: "Submit, the catastrophe is coming, one more person means more strength."

General Hei Jia shook his head: "I can die, but I can't kneel down to a trash."

Xiao Chen couldn't help sighing, Ma Baizang's grandson, as long as he had a good reputation, he wouldn't be so resistant to others.

"You don't need to kneel down to him, you just need to cooperate with his affairs." Xiao Chen thought for a while, but still made a concession.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the general fell into silence.

Xiao Chen pointed behind the general: "Look."

The general turned his head, but his army had already returned, following closely behind him.

"Don't let them be buried with them. It's not worth it. If you want to die, you will have a chance." Xiao Chen struck while the iron was hot and continued: "Ma Baizang is not so unreliable. People from the Fufeng clan have some skills."

General Heijia lowered his head, stroked Nightmare's burning mane, and finally sighed.

"That's all."

Xiao Chen heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately this guy is not a deadhead.