After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Qin He's eyes sparkled. Fuling Mountain, he had seen the shadow of Fuling Mountain before, but it was just a shadow, not clear at all.

The secret of heaven is obscured and the fog is thick.

And now, this mysterious mountain range is getting closer and clearer under the shining starlight.

"tomb!"

"Look, there are so many tombs!"

"..."

At this moment, many people in the army pointed at the floating Fuling Mountain and shouted loudly.

It was an extremely majestic mountain, with countless tombs of all sizes on it; the densely packed tombstones were like swords inserted into the soil, covering the entire mountain.

It spreads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

If you look at the layout, it looks like a mass grave, very messy.

But this place, which should have been eerie and terrifying, was actually ablaze with divine light, filled with golden clouds and overflowing with righteous energy.

"There are words, there is a stone tablet!"

"There are blood words on the stone tablet!"

“It looks like it was just written!”

"Heroic Mountain!"

As this sacred mountain got closer, three large blood-red characters were written on a cliff in the middle of the mountain: Yingling Mountain.

The handwriting was vigorous, the blood was bright red, and there were still spots of blood dripping down.

Just like what was just written in blood, amidst the myriad golden clouds, a trace of unwillingness, cry and lavish burial was left.

After crossing endless history and geography, we have arrived today.

Everyone was shocked, watching this shocking scene.

This is not an illusion!

But it is a real sacred mountain, a grave mountain, and a cemetery.

Named "Heroic Spirit".

"Those are the souls of heroes who died in battle, from an era that was hidden in the snow." Zhu Ganglie said in a muffled voice, carrying a nine-toothed rake.

It lay dormant in the Fuling Mountains as a spirit. Having witnessed Fuling Mountain many times, it knew most of the truth. Everyone listened intently as it spoke again, "The despicable thieves and remnants of evil are manipulating the secrets of heaven, but they will eventually miscalculate."

"Yingling Mountain is the burial place of the heroes who died in battle. It represents the yang of heaven and earth. Beiyin Mountain is the abode of the underworld. It represents the yin of heaven and earth. Today, one yin and one yang, heaven and earth return to chaos, and the gates of heaven open wide."

Seeing everyone looking at it, Zhu Gangli strode forward and turned to face the army. The wind rustled its battle robe, and its Nine-toothed Rake glowed with a hazy red light. A powerful aura began to spread, and it shouted:

"Today, those who died in battle are heroic spirits!"

"This is a bloody battle. We must fight to the death and move forward without retreat."

"Success will open up a path to heaven; failure will lead to annihilation of the entire army, and the abyss will turn into hell. I implore you all to work together!"

Just as it was shouting, a crack in the void between the Nether Temple and Beiyin Mountain slowly opened up like a mosquito net.

Behind the crack, countless scarlet eyes looked towards this side greedily through the crack.

Cold, tyrannical, chilling...with an endless desire to devour and be ready to act.

And behind the densely packed scarlet eyes, the shadowy giant is even more frightening.

Before the gate of heaven opened, countless evil spirits and monsters were already waiting behind the gate.

This was a bloody battle, but it was also something everyone knew clearly during the eighteen years before the army set out.

How can there be an easy road to breaking through boundaries and ascending to heaven?

Whether a ray of divine inspiration is worth it or not is entirely up to you.

"kill!"

Zhu Gangli roared and rushed into the crack first.

The old ape held the Xuantian magic stick in his hand, swung it and followed closely behind.

One hundred thousand believers and one hundred thousand soldiers all looked towards Qin He.

Qin He swung his shovel and said, "Kill!"

Inside the crack, in the invisible depths, there are five terrifying auras, each of which is extremely powerful, far more powerful than the Lord of the Supernatural.

Each one of them made Qin He feel a strong pressure.

They huddled together, holding their breath, their extremely faint and cautious consciousness lingering around Qin He, like an ant lion that had set a trap long ago but was cautious for fear of being discovered.

They were starving and had endured for who knows how long, and were now enduring for the last time.

Qin He saw through everything. This bloody battle was a 50-50 fight.

But, I have to give it a try.

"kill!"

The three armies roared, and the roar turned into a raging tsunami, pouring into the crack in space.