Chapter 137: Yin Soldiers

As soon as the teams of ghost soldiers appeared, an indescribable chill began to spread rapidly around, as if even the air had solidified into ice crystals and pierced into the bone marrow.

Everyone present shivered involuntarily. Even wearing thick clothes, they could not resist the shudder from the depths of their souls. They tightened their collars, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

Even Si Jinxuan and his group in the distance could not help but feel the sudden chill.

Those terrifying ghost soldiers, wearing black armor and holding rusty spears, were accompanied by a low roar with every step, as if their weight was enough to crush the space.

Around their figures, there seemed to be an invisible black fog entangled, and the fog contained an ancient and evil power. Wherever they went, even the air was corroded and made a "hissing" sound. The surrounding space seemed to be gently touched by an invisible hand, and it began to twist and collapse, leaving a series of shocking cracks.

This army of ghost soldiers, like the messenger of death, is approaching the castle where Xiao Yaoer is in an irresistible manner.

Wherever the army of ghost soldiers passes, not only the collapse of space, but also the despair and wailing of all living things. Those once vibrant plants and trees seem to have been drained of all their vitality at this moment, withering, dying, and turning into a dead silence.

Seeing this, Xiao Yaoer below, his face became a little ugly, and the little guy's body was shaking constantly.

Xiao Yaoer, who is not afraid of heaven or earth, is afraid of weirdness.

There is no way, he often listened to Lin Qingzhi telling him ghost stories!

But Xiao Yaoer still calmed down, she pinched the seal in her hand, and as the seal was completed, the five flags that were originally floating quietly in the air seemed to be given life, and suddenly burst into dazzling five-color light.

Red like blazing flames, blue like the deep sea, yellow like the warm sun, green like bamboo, white like frost and snow, the five colors interweave, beautiful beyond measure, yet with an inviolable solemnity and mystery.

These five colors of light intertwine and entwine in the air, like five agile ribbons, and finally converge into a complex and ancient formation diagram, suspended above the five flags.

The formation diagram emits a faint fluorescence, and the runes engraved on it seem to contain the truth of heaven and earth, and every stroke reveals a heart-pounding power.

As the formation diagram takes shape, an invisible barrier quietly unfolds, covering the old man, the gloomy and terrifying Dharma Gate of Hell behind him, and the mighty and sinister army of ghost soldiers.

"Exorcist..."

Xiao Yaoer gritted her teeth and cried out.

These two words seemed to contain a great force. As the words fell, the originally silent battle formation suddenly burst into an unprecedented light, like a falling star, illuminating the entire space like daylight.

In that light, there were not only endless spiritual power fluctuations, but also a firm will to wipe out evil to the end.

Then, ancient swords slowly emerged from the void. They were not made of ordinary iron, but condensed from pure spiritual power. The swords flowed with colorful light and swallowed up the cold light that was enough to freeze the soul.

The long sword fell.

It slowly rotated in the air, and finally hovered vertically above the white-haired old man and the dark army of ghost soldiers that seemed to be able to swallow everything in a solemn and sacred posture.

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere of impending storm, and even breathing became extremely heavy.

"Shua..."

As if it was the most pleasant music between heaven and earth, or the prelude of the god of death harvesting life, those long swords suddenly accelerated, like dense raindrops, or like the pouring of the Milky Way, with unstoppable force, falling fiercely.

Each sword accurately penetrated the bodies of the ghost soldiers, accompanied by a series of "bang bang bang" explosions, those ghost soldiers were like morning mist under the sun, quickly evaporated, dissipated into the invisible, leaving only wisps of black smoke, rising up, and finally dissipated with the wind.

This scene was both shocking and sad, like the battle between gods and demons in ancient legends, reappearing in the world at this moment.

"Ah..."

The old man roared to the sky, and his voice echoed in the silent night sky, as if to tear the sky shrouded in darkness.

Looking up, the night sky was like ink, the stars were hidden, and only the boundless darkness and the lonely figure of the old man were accompanied.

Behind him, the legendary Ghost Gate stood quietly, emitting a faint blue light, as if connecting two completely different worlds.

At this moment, a strong Yin Qi suddenly surged in the Ghost Gate, and this breath was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping around in an instant.

Those Yin soldiers who were originally silent seemed to be awakened by this power at this moment. They were shocked and their eyes flashed with cold light.

Then, these Yin soldiers raised their spears without hesitation.

Those spears flashed a faint blue light in the night, and the Yin Qi surrounded them, as if condensing endless resentment and power. They uniformly went towards the dense net-like sword rain in the sky, as if they wanted to defeat the sword rain one by one.

"Boom boom boom..."

Accompanied by a series of deafening explosions, the night sky was instantly lit up.

Those intertwined sword rain and Yin Qi spears collided and intertwined in the air, blooming with bright sparks. These sparks streaked across the night sky like meteors, dotting the darkness like daylight.

Each collision was accompanied by a strong shock wave, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The old man stood in front of the Ghost Gate, letting the power rage around him. His figure was looming in the firelight, as if he had become the only focus in the dark night.

"Boom..."

In the sky, it seemed as if an ancient beast was slowly waking up, and its low roar shook every inch of land until the tremor became substantial and turned into a crack between the Yin and Yang worlds - the gate of the Ghost Gate was opening its long-closed arms slowly but firmly with an irresistible force.

However, as a more violent storm swept in, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the door seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, and began to open to both sides inch by inch in a rhythm that was almost solemn and terrifying.

Finally, the gate of the Ghost Gate suddenly opened halfway, as if the gate of hell was suddenly pushed open, releasing a heart-pounding cold breath.

This breath was mixed with endless wailing and despair, as if hundreds of millions of dead souls had broken free from their shackles at this moment, and were about to break through this boundary and pour into the human world.

At this moment, an extremely strange blood-yellow river, like boiling magma, surged out from the half-open gate of hell, carrying an indescribable evil force, and galloped towards somewhere in the east.

The Forgotten River...