"Take care of yourself on the battlefield."
Zhen Ye, the Ghost General Elder, warned Li Mu.
After that, he turned into a thick column of Ghost Qi, soared into the sky, and joined the battle.
Ahead, the wind and clouds were filled with smoke. The battle cries shook the sky. The Ghost Qi was surging all over the sky, as if the haze between heaven and earth before the end of the world.
All kinds of whistling sounds tore through the air, tearing apart large tracts of heaven and earth.
The ghost cultivators who practiced different Cultivation Methods transformed into different shapes. All kinds of Ghost Instruments and Magic Treasures released dazzling brilliance, as if gorgeous fireworks were blooming in this gloomy world, beautiful and terrifying.
The battle between the Bone Sacred Mountain and the other ghost sects had already reached an extremely fierce and white-hot degree.
This was the 28th day since Li Mu came to the Ghost Rally Star.
The alliance of the ghost sects led by the three major ghost sects had broken into the hinterland of the Bone Sacred Mountain. The situation was extremely dangerous.
The disciples recruited by the Bone Sacred Mountain had suffered heavy casualties, and more than half of them had fled.
Not all the ghost cultivators were inspired by the great wish of the Two Sages of the Bone Sacred Mountain and were willing to fight to the death.
Of course, not all the ghost cultivators were afraid of death.
Now, there were still 100,000 ghost cultivators in the Bone Sacred Mountain. They were fighting side by side for this holy land in their hearts.
Li Mu was one of them.
However, he had another purpose.
Li Mu looked back at his subordinates behind him.
Of the 100 ghost cultivators in the past, some died in the battle, and some escaped. Now, there were less than 50 left. They all looked different. Some were old, some were young, some were male, and some were female. There were also children in their teens and gray-haired old men. Most of the ghost cultivators had retained the appearance they had when they were alive, as well as the emotions they had when they were alive.
Li Mu saw that in the team, there was a 16-year-old boy wearing the Ghost Instrument armor issued by the sect. He was trembling in fear and crying, but he still didn't retreat.
Those who had died once knew better than others what death meant.
Those who had died once also cherished the feeling of being alive more than others.
The Wandering Souls who could come to the Ghost Rally Star all had great obsessions and unfulfilled wishes when they were alive. They didn't want to die more than the living.
But they still appeared on the battlefield.
Looking at these subordinates who had been under his command for less than a month, Li Mu suddenly felt a sense of identity.
"Everyone, follow behind me and pay attention to the formation."
Li Mu gave the order. Then, he turned around and rushed toward the ghost cultivators.
Soldier against soldier.
Generals against generals.
This was how the ghostly cultivator sects fought.
In the sky, the high-level Ghost Generals of the Bone Sacred Mountain were clashing head-on with the earth, giving off terrifying fluctuations of the battle.
The ground was the battlefield of ghost cultivators at Li Mu's level.
In Li Mu's hand was a huge, rusty ghost-head broadsword, which was a high-quality ghost weapon he had obtained from the arsenal of the Bone Sacred Mountain. With a swing of the broadsword, more than a dozen ghost cultivators of the Lost Land in white bone armor who were charging at him were instantly chopped into pieces. White bone chips flew everywhere like dancing snowflakes.
Like a sharp awl, he plunged into the camp of the ghost Cultivators of the Lost Land.
Behind him, 50 of his subordinates, including the young ghost cultivator who was shedding tears of fear, brandished their weapons and followed Li Mu closely, charging forward.
That was the experience Li Mu had learned from the previous battles. He always took the brunt of the impact at the first moment to relieve the pressure on his subordinates behind him and protect them to the greatest extent. Only those with a cultivation as powerful as Li Mu's could do that.
Therefore, Li Mu's team had always been the one that suffered the least losses.
His valiant and fierce fighting style had been praised by the high-level officials of the Bone Sacred Mountain, but it had also attracted the attention of the enemy.
In the sky.
A huge bone dragon hundreds of meters long was flapping its bone wings.
On the back of the bone dragon stood a figure covered in black and red armor. The Ghost Qi around him was dense, and he was of a high status.
Behind him stood dozens of ghost experts of the Lost Land. One of them was a giant ghost cultivator who was as tall and strong as a hill. He was carrying a pair of giant axes on his back. His eyes were as red as blood, and he was quite intimidating.
"Is that him?"
The figure in black and red armor looked down and fixed his eyes on Li Mu, who was on a killing spree.
A ghost cultivator of the Lost Land said, "Head, it's him. He is known as the Wild Broadsword. His broadsword-using method is excellent and his combat capability is very strong. These days, he has killed many of our experts. It is said that he is a newly promoted Ghost General. He joined the Bone Sacred Mountain less than a month ago."
"Xing Man, go and kill him," the figure in black and red armor said.
The giant ghost cultivator licked his lips and said, "Yes, sir."
He directly jumped down from the back of the bone dragon. Like a meteor falling from the sky, he swooped down like a big fireball, and the pair of axes on his back were already in his hands. The giant axes were crossed, and the cross-shaped killing light seemed to be able to cut open the heaven and earth. With unparalleled killing intent, he directly chopped at Li Mu, who was at the forefront of the team.
"Xing Man's Cross-Shaped Heavenly Axe Kill is getting more and more skillful, and its power is also stronger. He will definitely be able to kill that Wild Broadsword for you, Head," a handsome expert of the Lost Land said with a smile.
The head of the Lost Land in black and red armor nodded and said, "Well, Xing Man is very talented …"
Before his voice died away —
Li Mu, who was killing the enemies on the ground, suddenly jumped up and slashed at the giant ghost cultivator Xing Man, who had turned into a huge fireball, in half.
Xing Man's body was also chopped into pieces.
He was killed in an instant.
On the back of the bone dragon, there was a dead silence in an instant.
The expert of the Lost Land who had just spoken was extremely embarrassed.
The corner of the mouth under the black mask of the head of the Lost Land also twitched.
Xing Man was already a middle-stage Ghost General. Although he was not a top expert in the Lost Land, because of his extraordinary talent, his simple mind, and his absolute loyalty to the head of the Lost Land, he had always been favored and trusted by the head. He was one of the personal guards of the head. If he were sent to the battlefield on the ground, he would definitely be a fierce general who could crush the enemy. He should be invincible. However, he was killed by the Wild Broadsword of the Bone Sacred Mountain with a single hack.
It seemed that the strength of the Wild Broadsword was higher than they had imagined.
"Head, let me go and kill this Wild Broadsword." Another tall and thin expert of the Lost Land volunteered to fight.
The head of the Lost Land nodded and said, "Well, Elder Zhuo Yun's strength is outstanding. He is already at the peak of the middle-level Ghost General Realm. He will definitely be able to kill this Wild Broadsword, avenge Xing Man and his brother, and boost the morale of the ground army of the Lost Land … Go ahead." “
The tall and thin ghost cultivator nodded. With a flash, he disappeared behind the bone dragon in an instant. The next moment, he appeared in front of Li Mu on the ground. With the Blood Dragon Ghost Spear in his hand, he thrust it straight at Li Mu's face. The timing of his moves were all natural and without any warning. It was a real assassination.
"Well, this time, Elder Zhuo Yun will definitely return in triumph." The handsome expert of the Lost Land who had spoken before immediately cheered.
This sneak attack and assassination was truly brilliant.
The experts of the Lost Land on the back of the Bone Dragon also revealed a faint smile.
However, in the next moment, their smiles froze on their faces.
Because Zhuo Yun's spear thrust was almost flawless. However, the Wild Broadsword seemed to have known it a long time ago. He directly hacked at Zhuo Yun's face again. The blade of the broadsword reached Zhuo Yun first and directly split the Blood Dragon Ghost Spear into two pieces from the middle. It was exactly the same way that Xing Man died before. At the same time, Zhuo Yun, who had thrust out the spear, was also split in two.
The handsome expert of the Lost Land who had cheered twice in a row instantly looked as if he had just swallowed a dead mouse.
The other experts also looked at this man.
"This is a little f * cking weird!"
Under the black mask of the head of the Lost Land, blue veins were about to bulge out on his forehead.
"Head, I'll go and kill him." A man shrouded in thick black Ghost Qi, whose voice was as refreshing as the cracking of ice, took the initiative to challenge the head of the Lost Land.
The head of the Lost Land nodded and said, "Okay. Elder Li Lin is my trusted right-hand man. He won't take action easily. But once he does, he will definitely return victorious … Go ahead. “
In order to ease his embarrassment, the handsome expert of the Lost Land hurriedly said, "If Elder Li Lin takes action, he will definitely …"
Elder Li Lin turned his head, glanced at him, and directly shouted, "Shut up!"
The handsome expert of the Lost Land was so frightened that he hurriedly shut his mouth.
Only then did Elder Li Lin jump off the bone dragon and go to intercept Li Mu.
Soon, with a horrible broadsword wound that almost cut his body in half, he fled back to the bone dragon. Thick, liquid-like black Ghost Qi overflowed from the wound. For ghost cultivators, this was equivalent to "blood loss". If too much Ghost Qi was lost, not only would one's strength be reduced, but even one's life might be threatened.
Fortunately, at the last moment, he managed to escape from the demon-headed saber of the Wild Saber.
"Head, I …" Elder Li Lin said with a guilty look.
The head of the Lost Land said, "It doesn't matter. Elder Li Lin has done his best … Step aside and heal your wounds." “
Elder Li Lin nodded in shame and stepped aside. Then, he glared fiercely at the handsome expert of the Lost Land.
The handsome expert of the Lost Land felt very aggrieved. "Didn't I not finish my words just now? You are not strong enough. How can you blame me?"
But the other experts of the Lost Land all felt that it was really a wise choice for Elder Li Lin not to let this guy finish his words. If he had let this guy finish his words, he would probably have been turned into ashes like Xing Man and Zhuo Yun.
"His mouth is poisonous!"
The head of the Lost Land also looked back at his handsome subordinate and said, "I'm going to take action in person. Elder Xingfeng, do you have anything to say?"
The handsome Elder Xingfeng subconsciously wanted to say something. But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he was glared at by the others, so he immediately covered his mouth, for fear that he would say something. If even the head of the Lost Land could not deal with the Wild Broadsword and retreated in defeat, how could he live?
The head of the Lost Land smiled and said, "Go ahead. Just say it."
His tone was unquestionable.
Elder Xingfeng had no choice but to say, "Head, if you take action, you will definitely return victorious."
The head of the Lost Land nodded and said, "Okay."
He took action in person.
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