Chapter 300 Millions of Zombies
On the front line, the majestic and huge city wall isolates the inside and outside, separates the two major territories of Qingyun and Xuanyin, and becomes an important boundary line that divides life and death.
Above the nine heavens, there are four changes of energy. Coupled with the warm and bright sunshine, it is the arrival of spring again.
Under the tall city wall on the front line, there are tenacious and vigorous weeds growing out of the corpses, covering the ground, and occasionally dotted with wild flowers.
From time to time, small beasts appear in it. They lift up the dead bones that have not completely rotted on the ground, looking for food in this desolate and lush land.
In the past time, both sides have been secretly accumulating strength. For a year, there have been few battles under this tall city wall.
The warm sunshine in the spring afternoon shone lazily, leaving a warm color on the blood-stained city wall. The monks on it who had recovered from the war could not help but relax, feeling an indescribable sense of leisure and comfort, and wished they could let go. Time stops at this moment.
But unfortunately, they didn't know that today's scene was the last tranquility.
At this moment, on top of the city wall, an older monk leaned against the weathered and somewhat damaged city wall, took a puff of dry cigarette, smacked his lips, and said:
"You little bastards are so lucky. The day you were on duty happened to be during the armistice, and you were lucky enough to save your life."
Beside him, there were three or four young men who were still childish and had some fluff at the corners of their mouths.
One of them pouted when he heard this and said dissatisfied: "Humph! What's so good? I want to kill a few more demon cultivators in exchange for more credit, and exchange them for the Huanglong Pill that can break through the realm!"
"Come on!" the older monk sneered, "With your skills as a kid, it's not bad if you don't get skinned and cramped by the demon cultivators, you can extract your soul and refine your soul. How about killing the demon cultivators?"
Then, the older monk took another puff of the spiritual smoke and said with some melancholy: "Besides, no matter how many benefits there are, so what? War is no joke. Once it breaks out again, people will really die... …”
"I think you are just afraid!" The young monk curled his lips when he heard this, "We monks are always going against the will of heaven, how can we be afraid of our own hands and feet? I think..."
Just on the city wall, while an old and a young monk in charge of guarding were bickering with each other, there was also a young monk in charge of observation beside him. He seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help but be startled:
"Look, you guys, why is the sky over there so dark? Is it going to rain?"
"Huh?!" As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted the attention of many monks on the city wall.
It was now afternoon, and the warm sunshine filled the vast and endless plain beneath the city wall.
Its continuous extension is connected to the sky in the distance, and it has an indescribable vastness.
At this moment, on the horizon, at some point, in the dim background, a darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved suddenly appeared.
It seemed to be connected to the sky and the earth, covering the distant horizon, and as time passed, the monks on the city wall discovered that it was pushing forward bit by bit.
"Is this... a dark cloud? Is it going to rain heavily?" A look of confusion appeared on the face of the older monk, "This shouldn't be like this in this season, right?"
Just when he was wondering, he suddenly saw a young monk standing aside, his eyes glowing with spiritual light, as if he was looking into the distance, and then his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Are you okay, kid?" The older monk looked a little strange, stepped forward and patted him on the back.
Unexpectedly, the latter fell directly to the ground, his face turned pale, he pointed forward with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "Corpses, so many corpses..."
"Huh?!" After hearing this, the older monk seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.
He did not hesitate to use his spiritual eyes to look into the distance, looking towards the darkness on the horizon.
The distant horizon, at some point, was covered with layers of ink-like black clouds, and all the scenes under it became extremely gray, without a trace of color, just like a world of the dead.
And in the field of vision, in the sky at Yunchu, some vague things are constantly falling down, like thick gray fog, and like flying catkins, constantly covering the sky and earth in the distance.
No, that's not smog, but more like... ashes.
And when the older monk looked towards the ground, his face, like the people beside him, instantly turned extremely pale.
Because in his eyes, under that gray world, there were corpses.
It is a moving corpse, a continuous corpse, an endless corpse!
They were densely packed in every corner of the field of vision, some were swollen and fat, some were covered in white hair, some were glowing black... Each one was moving towards the city wall stiffly and slowly.
And above the boundless tide of corpses, there is a rolling cloud, with countless pale faces emerging among them. The expressions on their faces are either miserable, tragic, grief-stricken, or filled with hatred... It's terrifying.
Although they have different shapes and are extremely weird, without exception, the ferocious expressions on their faces and the cold and stiff bodies all reveal their desire for the living!
At this moment, they were like a tide, rushing toward the Qingyun Sect's front line.
Since the battle for the fallen land of the gods ended, the Xuanyin Sect's demon cultivators have been planning for 30 years. Finally, today, the terrifying undead disaster has been nurtured and formed, and at this moment, it is brazenly attacking the front line of Qingyun Sect!
The next moment, whether it is the huge city wall on the front line or the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect far behind, the alarm bells are ringing at this time!
The Jindan real people such as Changqing who are in seclusion, Lin Chen who is debugging the launch of Tianyun Mountain, Zhang Mengyao and other foundation-building cultivators stationed at the front line, Zhang Zhiming and Zhang Hao who are still responsible for the great migration of mortal cultivators, or the high-level leaders of Qingyun Sect...
Almost everyone put down what they were doing and turned their attention to the front line.
One after another, the spiritual light appeared in the main hall of Qingyun Sect. All the cultivators above the foundation-building stage of Qingyun Sect gathered at this moment.
Their eyes were solemn. Everyone looked at the picture sent back from the front line, looking at the gray world and the tide of millions of corpses, and there was an indescribable gloom in their expressions.
It was a gray, lifeless world, without any living creatures, only the cold and creepy death, and the ashes that seemed to be floating forever.
Everyone who saw this scene felt an unprecedented terrifying pressure, which was eroding them little by little in this world of death.
Life and death, Qingyun and Xuanyin, the two major forces that inherited their heritage since the fall of Huashen, this hatred and hatred that lasted for three thousand years is finally coming to an end today.
The war is over.