Xuanxia

Chapter 1113 City of White Mist
A few days later, five miles outside Xishuo City.

The dark mass of the main force of the Northern Frontier Army finally arrived here.

Over the past period of time, the Northern Frontier Army, the Rebel Army, the Xuan League, and the Mingjian Pavilion and other forces have already cut off all major transportation routes around Xishuo City.

After a few days of observation, it was found that no one was entering or leaving Xishuo City, and there was no movement. There was no food residue, no dead pigs or sheep in the river flowing out of the city. There was nothing, as if... it was a dead city.

"Really, it's a white mist."

Fu Qingzhou looked far ahead.

Xishuo City is shrouded in extremely thick fog.

Not long ago, when tens of thousands of ghost cultivators set up a ghost formation and surrounded Anqiu City, countless eerie ghost auras enveloped the entire city, but the feeling was completely different.

The ghost formation outside Anqiu City was so powerful that even Fu Qingzhou, who was not familiar with ghost magic, could tell at a glance that it was a powerful ghost formation.

But this white fog...

He can not understand.

Master Baihe couldn't understand.

Hong Ruohai also couldn't understand.

As for the smoker...

"Isn't this right?"

He rode a horse, side by side with Fu Qingzhou, Hong Ruohai and others, at the front of the whole team, looking at the large patch of white fog, muttering: "It shouldn't be like this?"

Several people turned their heads to look at him.

After what Yan Gui did to calm the storm and calm the soul a few days ago, who would dare to look down on him?

In the camp, some people have started calling him the old immortal... Many people even deliberately lose to him when playing Landlord, just to ask the old immortal for some advice.

"Old senior, have you noticed any problem?" Hong Ruohai asked in a deep voice.

"It's a big problem."

The smoker stroked his goatee and squinted his eyes, saying, "This is not a formation at all. This city... is now shrouded in the soul of the same person."

"What?!" Everyone was shocked!
If you say that spiritual consciousness can cover an entire city, that’s nothing, any strong person in the Xuanxing realm can do it.

But to release the spirit and soul and cover a city? !
How powerful must this soul be!
"But what's wrong is..." The Smoker ignored everyone's astonishment and continued, "This spirit is dead."

After hearing this, everyone became even more confused.

"Old ghost, what do you mean?"

Fu Qingzhou frowned and said, "You mean, a lifeless soul is so powerful that it covers the entire city?"

"That's how it looks." The Smoker shrugged. "Don't ask me. Of course I know it doesn't make sense. Otherwise, why would I say it's wrong?"

Several people looked at each other.

The so-called spirit and soul is naturally what everyone understands as "soul".

There is a soul in the human body. When a person dies, the soul is like a lamp that goes out. Similarly, if the soul dissipates, the person will naturally die - unless he is like the smoker, who has practiced ghost arts to the extreme and can survive for many years even if his soul is far away from his body.

On the contrary, Lingwu Mountain back then also had a way to control corpse puppets, which was to strip away a person's soul, leaving only the body, and drive the body like a puppet.

Everyone can understand that "the body has no soul, but is alive", isn't that just a walking corpse!
But what is the meaning of “the spirit is dead, but still exists”?

If the soul is gone, won’t it dissipate?
How can a "dead" soul exist? No one has ever imagined this.

"Why think so much?"

The Smoker said calmly, "We have to fight our way in anyway. No matter if it's a spirit or a ghost, just deal with them all."

"Makes sense."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Then, all eight swords will attack together to annihilate Xishuo?"

"Not recommended."

Before anyone else spoke, the smoker spoke while picking his teeth.

Everyone looked at him again.

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth: "Old ghost! Say whatever you want to say all at once!"

"Hey, tell me, tell me, I'll tell you right away."

The Smoker laughed and said, "Last time you used the Eight Swords, the remaining sword energy almost blew up the entire camp. Remember?"

"Even if eight of you come together this time, you will still encounter the same problem. The power of these eight swords is too great. It would be fine if they just blew up the whole city like thunder. But if something goes wrong along the way, you will need to pay attention to the details, which will be troublesome." "I understand what you mean, old senior."

Dong Qianran said softly, "The white mist is so strange. If something unexpected happens and we need to have more subtle control over the swords, we will be easily backfired by the mighty power of the eight swords, leading to... eternal damnation."

"That's about it." The Smoker said with a smile, "If you had eight Xuanxing, it would be fine, but your strengths are uneven right now, so you'd better not try this."

"In this case, let my Northern Frontier Army conduct the test." Hong Ruohai said calmly.

He kicked the horse's belly and took a few steps forward.

Then, he grinned and said loudly: "Hong Zhi! Ning Wushu!"

"The general is here!"

"The general is here!"

Two people quickly jumped out of the army formation, knelt on one knee in front of Hong Ruohai's horse, and saluted with their fists clasped.

Even though they were now officers of the same rank as Hong Ruohai, and even though they were all Hong Ruohai's "children", they still had to call themselves junior generals.

"Bring your soldiers and charge together."

Hong Ruohai looked at the white mist in front of him with a sparkling gaze: "Let's gather blood and energy with my Northern Frontier Army. No matter what gods and ghosts they are, we will break through them all!"

"Yes!" Hong Zhi and Ning Wushu responded in unison.

"Marshal Hong!" Dong Qianran said in astonishment, "The white fog is so strange, how can we rashly enter it?"

"Haha, how can there be no deaths in war?"

Hong Ruohai turned his head and smiled: "I have fought in wars all my life, and I have seen all kinds of monsters and demons. Do you think a mere fog can stop me?"

He no longer paid attention to the others, and suddenly drew out his sword, raised it high above his head, and shouted: "Kill!"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of thousands of Northern Frontier troops, plus tens of thousands of volunteers, roared at the same time!

An army of nearly 200,000 suddenly surged forward like a flood that broke through a dam!
The moment the war drums sounded, Fu Qingzhou saw the horizon shaking.

Tens of thousands of heavy cavalrymen from the Northern Frontier rode their horses at the same time, their horse armor forged with fine steel rippled blood-red in the sunlight. Before the long sword in Hong Ruohai's hand fell, the heavy cavalrymen in the front row had already torn their throats, condensing their bloody shouts into a line.

"Northern Xinjiang!"

Hong Zhi reined in his horse and neighed loudly, the bloodstain between his eyebrows burning as bright as a branding iron.

"Fight to the death!"

Thunder exploded in the throats of tens of thousands of men, and scarlet marks appeared on their foreheads at the same time.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes.

The war horses raised their hooves, and the stone slabs of the entire official road were turned into powder!

The black hair of Master Baihe was blown up by the wind, and between the black hair were her bright pupils.

She had never seen such an army formation: sparks flew when armor collided, and what was raised when horses' hooves crushed the frozen soil was not smoke and dust, but a blood mist that condensed into substance!
The blood-colored mist was pulled by some ancient secret method, weaving the outline of a dragon horse with fiery mane in mid-air!

"Qingzhou! Make way!"

Ning Wushu's roar exploded in Fu Qingzhou's ears.

He pulled the reins suddenly and watched the black tide rushing past just three inches from his side.

A young cavalryman grinned as he passed by him, revealing a clear and bright smile - the boy was no more than sixteen years old, and the sweat from under his iron mask was shining in the bloodstain between his brows.

Amid the roar of two hundred thousand pairs of iron hooves hitting the ground, the Smoker sighed, "Powerful, damn powerful, no less powerful than the soldiers I led back then!"

Fu Qingzhou understood the significance of Hong Ruohai's words, "There will always be casualties in war."

Every cavalryman who passed through his sight was burning, and not metaphorically - they were really burning with their lives.

A huge dragon horse formed by blood and energy charged with the army. The white mist in front seemed to be affected by the energy and began to surge.

After so many days of exploration, every soldier knew how strange and terrifying the white fog was... But at this moment, those young people were still laughing, allowing their souls and blood to be twisted into a noose, tying the entire army into indestructible arrowheads!

In the army formation, Fu Qingzhou also saw Zhao Hao. This former dandy prince was holding a spear and rushing to the front line with Ning Wushu, Hong Zhi and others. There was no blood mark of military tactics on his brow, but at this moment, his roar and murderous intent were firmly condensed with the 200,000-strong army.

"Give up the plan of destroying the city with eight swords."

Fu Qingzhou immediately said in a deep voice: "Everyone take action to clear the way for the Northern Frontier Army!"

(End of this chapter)