Immortal Creation.

Chapter 640 Iron Bone Zheng vs. White Bone Crocodile Demon
The Mourning Pleasure Spirit has become a ghost cultivator!

She wore a plain white dress, its texture like cold smoke, faintly translucent. The hem of her skirt fell silently, fluttering three inches off the ground.

Her face still faintly reveals her former beauty, but her brows are etched with an unyielding sorrow.

Her long hair cascaded down like an ink waterfall, with wisps of mist flowing at the ends.

Her eyes were no longer clear and bright, but cloudy and murky, with two cold, ghostly blue soul flames deep within her pupils.

Her ten fingers had become longer and more slender than when she was alive, and her nails were a dark gray color. Floating beside her arm was a harp with scorched tail and ghost patterns.

Just now, it was she who activated this magical artifact, eliciting the sound of the zither and opening the south city gate.

The opening of the city gates is no small matter!
It can be said that it immediately changed the battlefield situation.

However, both sides on the battlefield were stunned at this moment and neither could react.

The White Paper Immortal City never expected that a former high-ranking official would defect, directly activating the internal magic seals to automatically open the city gates.

Meanwhile, the army of ghost soldiers was unaware of the existence of the Mourning Music Ghost!
Even the head coach, Ross, was kept in the dark. He had no idea of ​​the existence of the Mourning Spirit.

It turns out that after learning of the prophetic poem ("Beheading the ghostly spirit, the city gates open...") from the old man of gray bones, Lord Wangchuan had a plan of action.

He first sent men to assassinate the Mourning Spirit, then turned her into a ghost cultivator and firmly controlled her.

The results of this operation are now becoming apparent.

Why was the entire army of ghost soldiers kept secret?

On one hand, the Lord of the River of Oblivion wasn't sure if the Mourning Spirits under his control could actually open the city gates. Even if they failed, he wouldn't lose face.

Secondly, this is an extremely important military operation, so the fewer people who know about it, the safer it is.

Thirdly, Luo Si was recently promoted and had a strong connection with the Old Man of Gray Bones. The army of Yin soldiers deployed to the mortal realm was not composed of the King of Forgotten Rivers' direct subordinates, and their level of trust was insufficient.

The funeral lyricist succeeded!
Luo Si was a talented person who had worked his way up from the bottom. Even if he didn't know about this, he immediately realized what was going on when he saw this scene.

He decisively ordered the troops stationed at the south gate to launch an attack.

Even if the city gates are opened, they are narrow, and it would be foolish for the entire army to rush in. Only a portion of the troops can be sent for a strong attack.

Without any hesitation, Ross immediately ordered the headless ghost riders to launch a desperate charge!
The headless ghost riders immediately sprang into action, their iron hooves thundering and shaking the earth. The ghost generals at the forefront were all at the Golden Core stage of cultivation.

bang bang bang...

With a series of muffled thuds, the skeleton soldiers were smashed into countless pieces by the charging ghost riders, their broken bones and limbs immediately trampled into dust.

These soldiers had previously charged the city walls and blocked the Ghost Riders' route of attack.

In order to save time, not only did the ghost generals use the military strategy of speed in succession, but even their own skeleton soldiers were directly abandoned!
All because the opportunity to fight is fleeting!
"Not good!" Many cultivators on the south city wall felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave when they saw this scene.

With the aid of military strategy, the enemy cavalry charged in a collective attack, injuring even their own men, demonstrating a terrifying and brutal fighting style.

If the cultivators on the city wall also possessed military strategy, perhaps some of them would have the courage to jump down from the wall and block the city gate, which might have held off the cavalry for a while, buying crucial time for the gate to close.

But everyone knows they don't have any military strategy to back them up.

If not, jumping down and using your body to block the city gate is suicide!

Knowing they were doomed, fear and dread took over, making these cultivators furious and helpless as the ghost riders trampled everything in their path and charged towards them.

"If only the Qingjiao Army were here!" The deputy commander of the city guards stationed on this section of the city wall sighed in regret.

He did have the impulse to jump.

But when he glanced around, he realized he didn't have many subordinates.

Even if I jump, how many people will jump with me? Even if I do jump, with the city guards alone, it will just be a pointless sacrifice.

It does absolutely no blocking function!

The depletion of the White Paper Immortal City by the ghost tide has now yielded results.

It was precisely because the city guards had suffered too many casualties that the Lord of White Paper City had no choice but to summon all the cultivators from the surrounding villages and towns, and at the same time, he also rewarded the brave men handsomely.

Although the city's defenses were greatly strengthened, the ranks were diluted, and the overall quality of the troops dropped sharply, making a desperate battle impossible.

Life and death are separated by a single thought.

That's what war is like.

The impact of public sentiment and morale is far more profound and extensive than it appears on the surface.

If it were the previous city guards, a pure and loyal force composed of good men from the White Paper Immortal City, they might actually have blocked the city gates with their own bodies.

Rumble…

The ghost riders charged to the city gate.

The mourners and ghosts had already taken the lead and rushed into the city.

"The White Paper Immortal City is about to fall!" The leading Golden Core Ghost Generals all showed bloodlust and excitement.

But at that moment, the city gate tower and city wall of the immortal city suddenly flashed.

Countless wallpapers flew out, transforming into talismans that instantly burst into flames.

The various spells within the talismans soared into the sky, unleashing deadly, multicolored light. A dazzling array of spells filled the air, allowing the headless ghost riders to experience a multitude of ways to die.

Some were burned to death, some were frozen to death, some were struck by lightning, some were buried, some were decomposed into ashes, and some were even manipulated...

The Ghost Riders' offensive has been halted!
The monks on the wall reacted and cheered. In an instant, their morale clearly rebounded.

Luo Si's pupils contracted slightly, and he murmured, "Iron Bones."

The one who was able to step in at this moment and pull the entire White Paper Immortal City back from the abyss of defeat was none other than the commander of the city guards.

Even though this move would greatly weaken the defenses at the south gate, Tie Guzheng did not hesitate for a moment.

His experience in defending cities is truly extensive.

How many times did you defend against the ghost horde?
Even he himself doesn't remember.

"In this round alone, the city wall at the south gate has become at least 50% thinner!"

Iron-willed Zheng broke out in a cold sweat.

Even if they manage to defend against the terrifying charge of the headless ghost riders, the south gate, with its defenses greatly weakened, will inevitably become the main direction of the enemy's attack.

He had no choice but to do it.

Ross threw out several military tokens in succession, distributing troops and issuing orders for a surprise attack.

With the military support they received, the many ghost generals immediately withstood the burst of power from the talismans and rushed into the south gate.

Seeing this, Tie Guzheng was shocked: "The enemy general is extraordinary, his reaction is so swift!"

He also urgently mobilized powerful cultivators to intercept them.

At the same time, Tie Guzheng also wanted to mobilize many wallpapers to intercept the Golden Core Ghost General.

But at this moment, Ross issued another order, commanding the headless ghost riders to retreat, while the drowned ghost hordes on both flanks continued their attack.

These drowned ghosts stretched as far as the eye could see, their bodies intertwined with the mist, forming a river on land. The drowned ghosts hid in the river, thus avoiding most of the talisman attacks.

The river meanders and rushes toward the city gate.

Forced into a corner, Tie Guzheng had no choice but to turn his attention to the drowned river. Although he managed to halt the enemy's advance once again, he also lost a good opportunity to contain the enemy general.

Once the situation was broken and the stalemate was broken, Ross demonstrated his command ability, directly suppressing a good general like Tie Guzheng.

Sound magic—the dirge for the dead!

woo woo woo...

The Jiaowei Ghost Pattern Qin floated beside the Mourning Music Ghost, whose ten fingers, though not touching the strings, still emitted eerie sounds.

The music was like funeral dirge, ignoring most protective measures and reaching straight to the soul.

The cultivators who rushed to her side froze and sluggish in their movements, their expressions contorted and pained, all under the influence of the music.

Some people dropped their weapons with a clatter, staring blankly at the sky; others' knees buckled, and they knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Some had unfocused eyes, like walking corpses; some even slit their own throats and committed suicide.

Confucianism—a culture that protects the mind!
The next moment, Wen Ruanyu flew down from the sky to provide support.

He activated Confucianism, and words rained down everywhere, covering many cultivators and saving their lives.

"Sang Le You Ling, what are you doing?!" Wen Ruan Yu looked at Sang Le You Ling with a pained expression and roared.

Confucianism – a complete transformation!
He unleashed his magic, striking the very soul of the mourner.

The expression on Sang Leyouling's numb face changed slightly, but only briefly before vanishing without a trace.

Wen Ruanyu, however, had already uncovered some details and couldn't help but despair. This was because, in that brief moment, he had discovered the power of a nation emanating from the body of the Mourning Music Fairy.

Clearly, this is the national strength of the Wangchuan Underworld.

Unless Wen Ruanyu joins a cultivation kingdom and can leverage its power, she cannot directly and effectively counter this.

This is not a difference in the scale of power, but a difference in the level of competence!

"The problem is, national power is only effective within its own territory. Why can the national power of the Underworld of the River of Oblivion be used in my mortal realm?!"

Wen Ruanyu was filled with surprise and doubt.

He wrote furiously, scattering another shower of words through the air!
Confucianism – to stop singing and dancing.

The words formed an article in the air, enclosing a battlefield and greatly restricting the use of sound techniques.

The mourner, Youling, continued playing a funeral dirge, but his reactions were not quick.

Clearly, this was after being forcibly taken over, resulting in a significant reduction in combat strength.

The pressure on Wen Ruanyu increased dramatically.

This was all because six Golden Core Ghost Generals had joined forces to attack from behind the Mourning Melody Ghostly Spirit. Even more terrifying was that they had all enhanced their military strength, their combat power approaching that of the Nascent Soul level!
"How can we fight like this?" Despite her deep affection for the White Paper Immortal City, Wen Ruanyu could only temporarily avoid the limelight and preserve her life.

But the next moment, Confucianism re-emerged.

The warm white light not only enhanced the soft jade, but also amplified the power of the previous text, suppressing the sharpness of the six ghost generals.

Wen Ruanyu scanned behind him with his divine sense and felt relieved. He saw Zhou Wenyan leading a group of cultivators to provide support.

It turned out that after Tie Guzheng realized that the South Gate would become the main point of attack, he immediately led his elite forces to move there at full speed.

Zhou Wenyan's original position was closest to this spot, so he was the first to arrive.

The six Golden Core Ghost Generals exchanged their divine senses and immediately joined forces, their military might intensifying as they fiercely attacked Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyan, the two Confucian cultivators.

Even though the latter two were from super powers and were true disciples of the Golden Core stage, they would still find it difficult to withstand such a military force.

boom!
A loud bang, but the terrifying impact did not occur between the two scholars and six generals, but at the base of the south city gate wall.

The drowning river suddenly burst open, a huge column of waves exploded, and a colossal creature emerged from the waves.

This was a gigantic, bony crocodile. Its four legs, once on the ground, exceeded the height of most of the city wall. Its jagged, thick bone armor would deter most potential attackers, and the armor was covered with enormous, menacing, pale bone spikes—a perfect combination of offense and defense!
From within the Bone-Piercing Crocodile's body came the roar of the Bone Crocodile Demon: "The White Paper Immortal City will surely fall today!"

boom!
The crocodile strode its massive body like a battering ram, crashing into the half-weak city wall.

The violent impact immediately caused cracks to appear on the city wall, which then spread rapidly.

The monks on the city wall staggered about, while those who remained still launched fierce attacks on the bone-chilling giant crocodile.

Various attacks struck the giant crocodile's armor with little effect.

The Bone-Piercing Crocodile is also part of the military organization, enjoying military support, and its strength is approaching the Nascent Soul level.

The crocodile retreated a few steps, then charged again.

If this impact is solid, the city wall may not be able to hold up and a large section may collapse.

The city gates can be opened and then closed. But if a large section of the city wall is destroyed, it's tantamount to the entire White Paper Immortal City falling into the abyss of ruin and destruction.

"You beast, look at Iron Fan!"

At the critical moment, Tie Guzheng glared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, and suddenly charged out.

He stomped his foot, and his magical boots burst forth with a wave of yellow light, activating the Earth-based magic restriction that allows him to traverse a distance and reach the south city wall.

In a moment of urgency, Tie Guzheng leaped onto the wall, as if hurled by a catapult, and charged headlong into the skeletal giant crocodile.

In mid-air, he raised the iron fan magic weapon above his head and frantically poured all his magical power into it.

Martial Arts - Mountain Collapse!
The seal of the city guard commander shone brightly, and the magic array of the White Paper Immortal City was enhanced!

The Geng metal energy on the iron fan surged forth, merging with numerous other forces to form a terrifying attack.

The air was compressed to the extreme, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain!
This strike was like an iron peak being swung up, carrying the immense force of shattering the earth's veins and shaking the city, before crashing down with unparalleled ferocity.

Thump—! ! ! !

The iron fan slammed into the skull of the spiky crocodile, producing a terrifyingly loud bang.

A violent shockwave exploded outwards, spreading wildly in all directions.

The closest cultivators, friend or foe, were all shaken so badly that their bones were broken, their muscles were ruptured, and they bled from all seven orifices. They were thrown away like rag dolls and then slammed hard onto the battlements or buildings behind them, leaving them in a bloody mess!
The skeletal crocodile roared.

The roar was earth-shattering, and the pain was excruciating.

Its massive body was smashed downwards, and most of it sank into the drowning river.

Crunch, crunch...

Its entire body of bone spurs was also impacted and shaken, breaking and shattering countless times.

The skeletal crocodile demon inside the giant crocodile suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed.

The giant crocodile, its ferocity aroused, wanted to retaliate, but the white-boned crocodile demon quickly controlled it, causing it to sink down for an emergency rest.

This giant crocodile is the White Bone Crocodile Demon's greatest trump card and the source of its strength. It cannot be used at the beginning of the war, lest it be worn down by the enemy.

The White Bone Crocodile Demon also planned to rely on the giant crocodile to dominate the battlefield and reap the spoils of war.

(End of this chapter)