I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

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 shuddered involuntarily. Even though they were wearing thick clothes, they could not resist the shudder from the depths of their souls. They all tightened their collars, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

Even Si Jinxuan and her group who were far away couldn't help but feel the sudden chill.

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

An invisible black mist seemed to be wrapped around their figures, and the mist contained an ancient and evil power. Wherever it went, even the air was corroded and made a hissing sound. The surrounding space seemed to be gently touched by an invisible hand, and began to twist and collapse, leaving behind shocking cracks.

This army of ghost soldiers, like the messengers of death, were slowly approaching the castle where Xiao Yaoer was in an irresistible manner.

Wherever the Yin army passed, not only did space collapse, but also the despair and wailing of all living things. The once vibrant plants and trees seemed to have been drained of all their vitality at this moment, withering and dying, turning into a dead silence.

Seeing this, Xiao Yao'er below looked a little ugly, and the little girl's body was shaking constantly.

Xiao Yaoer, who is fearless, is afraid of weird things.

There was no way, he used to listen to Lin Qingzhi telling him ghost stories!

But Xiao Yaoer still calmed her mind. She pinched the seal with her hands, 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-colored light.

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

The five-colored lights intertwined and entangled in the air, like five lively ribbons, and finally converged into a complex and ancient formation, suspended above the five flags.

The diagram emitted a faint fluorescence, and the runes engraved on it seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and every stroke revealed a heart-pounding power.

As the formation took shape, an invisible barrier quietly unfolded, covering the old man, the eerie and terrifying Dharma Gate of Ghost behind him, and the vast and sinister army of ghost soldiers.

"Exorcist..."

Xiao Yaoer cried out while gritting her teeth.

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

That light not only contained endless fluctuations of spiritual power, but also seemed to contain a firm will to eradicate evil to the end.

Immediately afterwards, ancient swords slowly emerged from nothingness. They were not made of ordinary iron, but were condensed from pure spiritual power. The sword bodies were flowing with colorful light and emitting a cold light that was enough to freeze the soul.

The long sword fell.

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

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

"Huh..."

It seemed like the most pleasant music in the world, or the prelude of the god of death reaping lives. The long swords suddenly accelerated, like dense raindrops, or like the pouring galaxy, falling down with unstoppable force.

Each sword accurately penetrated the body of each ghost soldier, accompanied by a series of "bang bang bang" explosions. Those ghost soldiers evaporated quickly like morning mist under the sunlight and dissipated into nothingness, leaving only wisps of black smoke that rose up and eventually dissipated with the wind.

This scene is both shocking and poignant, as if the battle between gods and demons in ancient legends is reappearing in the world at this moment.

"what...."

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

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

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 energy suddenly surged in the Ghost Gate. This energy was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping around in an instant.

Those originally silent ghost soldiers seemed to be awakened by this power at this moment. They trembled all over, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, these ghost soldiers raised the spears in their hands without hesitation.

Those spears gleamed a faint blue light in the night, a dark aura swirling around them, as if condensed with endless resentment and power. They charged in unison toward the dense, net-like rain of swords in the sky, as if intent on crushing it one by one.

"Boom boom boom..."

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

The intertwined rain of swords and the yin spears collided and intertwined in the air, bursting into brilliant sparks. These sparks streaked across the night sky like meteors, embellishing the darkness like daylight.

Each collision was accompanied by a strong shock wave that tore the surrounding air into pieces.

The old man stood in front of the gate of hell, allowing this force to wreak havoc around him. His figure was looming in the firelight, as if he had become the only focus in the dark night.

"Rumble..."

In the sky, it seemed as if an ancient giant beast was slowly awakening, and its low roar shook every inch of the land until the vibration became substantial, transforming into a crack between the Yin and Yang worlds - the gate of hell, which was slowly but firmly opening its long-closed arms with an irresistible force.

However, as an even more violent storm swept in, accompanied by thunderous roars, the door seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand and began to expand to both sides inch by inch with an almost solemn and terrifying rhythm.

Finally, the gate of 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 billions of dead souls had broken free from their restraints 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 water, like boiling magma, surged out from the half-open Ghost Gate, carrying an indescribable evil force, rushing towards somewhere in the east.

The River Lethe...