Chapter 98: A Lonely Reed in the Wind, One Hundred Thousand Troops

  The whole Tiger Camp was now lying down, with loud snores rising from all directions. But Yi Chu, sitting alone in the middle, was exceptionally clear-headed at this moment. Looking at his old brothers lying around him, Yi Chu's heart felt a surge of emotion.

  Ten thousand cups can't get drunk, before getting drunk was easy, in Yichu's heart there was also this hope. But now, really ten thousand cups can't get drunk, Yichu instead has some nostalgia for that dizzy drunken feeling. Only now, wanting to make Yichu thoroughly drunk, these ordinary wines how can they achieve it?

  When the air is full, one does not think of food; when the spirit is full, one does not think of sleep. Cultivated to the ninth rank peak, Yi Chu can instantly dispel the intoxication on his body with just the true energy inside him.

  Holding the wine bowl, he kicked Fang Shaoyun who was already unconscious on the table. Yi Chu smiled and picked up the bowl of wine, then suddenly flew out towards the outside of the Hu Tiger Camp. A blue sword light enveloped his body in an instant as he took flight.

  At this time, the Hu Yang Guan was still heavily guarded, but for Yi Chu, these defenses were just a mere formality. In an instant, Yi Chu had flown out of the Hu Yang Guan and arrived at a flat area outside the pass.

  At this time, the sky was bright with sparse stars, but in this area, it was still overcast and windy. The heavens were far away, under the blowing of the gloomy wind, the sound of "sha la, sha la" echoed endlessly in the void, a haunting melody that pierced the heart and lungs.

  This area, not to mention at night, is rarely visited even during the day. However, for Yi Chu, this place was all too familiar. On this piece of land, less than ten square kilometers in size, he and his brother had clashed in a bloody battle that lasted three days and nights, with blood flowing like rivers and corpses scattered everywhere.

  However, this place became what it is today, not just because of the battle between Yi Chu and others, but because this place has been a huge battlefield since thousands of years ago.

  The battlefield, a place where soldiers must fight to the death. Upon arriving on this battlefield, I feel the icy chill that permeates it, and my heart falls silent.

  Under the moonlight, in the midst of the fog, amidst the chilling gusts of wind that pierced through to the bone, Yi Chu seemed to see the countless comrades who had fallen here, walking towards him incessantly. The fog that obscured the sky and sun was like the countless banners fluttering between heaven and earth.

  He lowered his head and drank the wine in his hand, Yi Chu turned to leave. But just as he was about to leave, the black gourd he had placed under his ribs suddenly flew up into the air, and the lid of the gourd even automatically opened!

  Innumerable dark gusts of wind howled, just like a long river returning to the sea. Suddenly, from the vast and desolate wilderness, they rushed over swiftly, directly towards the black gourd! As soon as these dark winds reached the mouth of the gourd, they vanished without a trace. The ominous and terrifying dark winds were all sucked into the black gourd in an instant!

  The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, shining like a white day. The howling and strange calls of the dark wind have also disappeared without a trace.

  He gently took over the black gourd, and Yi Chu's expression changed involuntarily. At this moment, he felt that the gourd was surprisingly heavy! Could it be because the gourd had absorbed the yin wind, making it so heavy?

  In a daze, Yi Chu suddenly arrived at a mountain valley like lightning. Gently taking out the broken blood pearl, Yi Chu sat cross-legged beside the black gourd.

  The golden figure of Yi Chu instantly entered the black gourd. In the instant he entered the gourd, Yi Chu felt that the space inside was many times larger than before.

  One by one, figures stood in the gourd, devoid of even a hint of consciousness. These bodies were far inferior to the souls of cultivators that Yi Chu had previously recovered, but their numbers were astonishingly large, so numerous that Yi Chu couldn't even begin to count them.

  It's too much, really too much. Looking at the faint yet standing figures in those familiar or unfamiliar military uniforms, thinking about their backgrounds, my heart and mind are racing, and for a moment, I feel suddenly enlightened.

  These were all vengeful spirits, the vengeful spirits of those who had died in battle on the battlefield. It was unclear whether it was due to the heavy resentment that still lingered until now, but they were suddenly sucked into the gourd space by this black gourd.

  So many yin souls, can't they all be refined into dan medicine? Yi Chu thought to himself as he looked at the yin souls, which seemed like a multitude of red dan medicines the size of grains of rice, covering the ground.

  These soldiers are really too weak, even if they were refined into elixirs, they would be of no use at all. Just as Yi Chu was about to open the gourd and release these yin spirits to continue their self-destruction here, a white figure suddenly appeared in the endless hidden wind!

  This time, the white-clad figure's appearance did not suck away all the vengeful spirits as it had in the past, but instead appeared among them.

  Eighteen moves, still eighteen moves. These eighteen moves, the white sound and shadow unfolded twice, slowly disappearing into the endless darkness.

  With the experience of the first time, Yichu's golden divine thought began to dance with the figure's appearance, but these eighteen movements did not make the figure more solid.

  Seventeen, eighteen. At the moment when the eighteenth move was completed, just as Yi Chou was about to give up thinking that it had no effect, his spiritual power suddenly burst out in all directions!

  With this surge of spiritual energy, Yi Chu felt that all the dark souls in his divine sense were now under his control!

  "Formation." With a sudden movement of his divine thoughts, Yi Chu suddenly remembered the formation methods in the military camp. As soon as he turned his divine thoughts, he wanted to use these soldiers to practice for a while.

  All the ghostly soldiers, as soon as they appeared in the formation of Easy Chu's divine thought, rushed towards their nearest position in an orderly manner. In just a short while, the ghostly soldiers had actually formed a murderous army array that was overwhelming the sky.

  "Rush", the divine thought moved easily, through the divine thought, his own command was transmitted to the hearts of countless soldiers. In this instant of flashing divine thought, those countless soldiers rushed up in the space of Mo Hu in an instant.

  Looking at these rushing soldiers, Yi Chu felt that their strength was still very weak. Each soul, not even comparable to ordinary soldiers. However, so many soldiers charging together were enough to bring a great shock!

  In the midst of this surging crowd, Yi Chu felt that he had also become a soldier in this impact. Feeling the turbulent killing intent, a thought suddenly appeared on Yi Chu's mind, that is, if the soldiers in the gourd could be pulled out, it would be great!

  Innumerable dark gusts, in the midst of Yi Chu's divine thoughts, burst out from the black gourd. Endless dark clouds instantly covered the bright stars and moon, shrouding them tightly. Waves of solemn and murderous auras drifted about within the dark clouds!