There are many kinds of God, including self proclaimed and others, true and false.


    But at the moment, Yang Xuan, like a real God, stood out of thin air and looked down on the common people.


    At his feet were corpse soldiers like a tide.


    As the saying goes, thousands of people are like mountains and seas.


    What if the number exceeds 200000?


    If you use a vast ocean to describe it, I''m afraid it''s more appropriate.


    Jiangyang city is in sight, and the battle is imminent.


    Maybe the zombies in Jiangyang city saw Yang Xuan''s corpse army, or maybe someone commanded it.


    The zombies in Jiangyang city began to flow out of the city before Yang Xuan''s corpse army approached.


    It seems that they want to fight a decisive battle with Yang Xuan outside the city.


    "Who is in charge of Jiangyang city?" Yang Xuan asked.


    Standing in the void, the black armor riding the bone horse replied in a low voice: "her name is Qing!"


    "Green?" Yang Xuan repeated, a little confused.


    But black armour didn''t explain. Maybe he didn''t know.


    Somehow, Yang Xuan had a vague woman''s figure in his mind. She was enchanting and not very beautiful, but she had an attractive temperament.


    There are five layers of Zhicheng art. In the sea of souls, he has deduced it to the first layer, which can catch a messy clue in the infinite possibilities.


    That enchanting figure is a projection of the messy future.


    The way of sincerity can be known before.


    Yang Xuan could not know at this time. He always felt that this most sincere skill was not like the martial arts of the world.


    The corpse sea at the foot stopped and was quiet, like standing statues.


    They are waiting for Yang Xuan''s order.


    With one thought from Yang Xuan, they would tear up any enemies in front of them.


    Yang Xuan looked at Jiangyang city. Outside Jiangyang City, there was also an ocean, even wider and wider than his ocean.


    But his goal is not to destroy zombies, but to turn them into his own men and fill his own killing army.


    So he has to think about how to fight this war.


    "What do you want to do with me all the way here?"


    Yang Xuan suddenly said faintly.


    His voice is very light and light, as if he were talking to an old friend at will.


    But with his voice, in a very far place, the sky suddenly opened a hole.


    Click!


    Several figures suddenly appeared out of thin air, with horror on their faces. Some even turned and wanted to run, but they stopped again without knowing why.


    "Come here!" Yang Xuan still didn''t look at them, but said faintly.


    No one dared to go against Yang Xuan''s wishes. At this time, everything he said and did was like a God.


    Those people flew over. As soon as they approached, they bowed and saluted, looking respectful like ministers kneeling down to their own king.


    "See elder Bai Qi," they said in unison. If they were not in midair, they would probably kneel down directly.


    "Come on, what''s the matter?" Yang Xuan''s eyes swept over them at random. No one dared to look up at him.


    There were six people in the pedestrian. After they looked at each other, their eyes focused on an old man in Tsing Yi.


    The old man in Qingyi gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, bowed down and said, "I''ve heard old news about master Bai''s great name, which is powerful everywhere and gives orders..."


    Before he finished, Yang Xuan impatiently interrupted him.


    "What''s up, say it!"


    As soon as the old man suffocated, all the flattering words he had already thought of were choked into his stomach, and he couldn''t say a word.


    After a long time, he mumbled, "I want to take refuge in my predecessors."


    "Oh?" Yang Xuan said and looked at him.


    It''s the first time for someone to take the initiative to take refuge in him. Don''t these people know his white past?


    "Why?" he asked.


    The old man is the realm of virtual God. According to the situation, it is about four layers of virtual God.


    As the saying goes, it''s better to be the head of a chicken than the queen of a cow. The fourth order of the virtual God is a figure who is called the father of Taoism in any force. It''s too strange to take refuge in Yang Xuan now.


    Yang Xuan looked around all the people. They were all in the realm of virtual God. The lowest level was also a first-class master of virtual God. It was a great power.


    The old man in Qingyi bowed his hands and said, "master Bai, to tell you the truth, we are either going to repair for this, or we are the leader of the sect. We have been interested in master Bai''s deeds for a long time. We just came to take refuge. I hope master Bai will take us in."


    Yang Xuan''s face showed an impatient look. After a long time, he slowly said, "I''m giving you a chance to reorganize the language."


    After the old man was stunned, his face showed an embarrassing color. He turned his head and looked at the people behind him. When he saw that everyone lowered their heads, he turned and sighed: "we have a pulse with Tianchi and have a feud with the yuan family."


    "Oh!" Yang Xuan said faintly, "is this going to take me as a shield?"


    "Younger generation dare not, how dare we move such thoughts?" the old man in Qingyi quickly argued: "we take refuge in our predecessors. Naturally, we give our future lives to our predecessors. How dare we take our predecessors as a shield?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and noncommittal to his words, but asked, "don''t you know my identity? My past?"


    The old man in Qingyi said, "of course I know, but we are relying on elder Bai, not the son of the holy mountain. As for elder Bai''s past..."


    The old man in Tsing Yi smiled and then said, "which of the so-called famous sects has less lives than their predecessors? As for right and wrong? Don''t mention it."


    Yang Xuan stopped for a moment and suddenly asked, "what''s your name?"


    The old man in Tsing Yi had a happy look on his face and hurriedly said, "my younger generation''s name is Qi Siyuan."


    After that, he introduced the five people behind him again. For each person, the person would respectfully salute Yang Xuan and dare not neglect it.


    After the introduction, Yang Xuan was silent for a while and suddenly asked, "Qi Siyuan, do you know what I want to do when I control so many zombies?"


    Now, not only Qi Siyuan was stunned, but also the people behind him.


    "Younger generation... Younger generation doesn''t know." Qi Siyuan hesitated.


    They secretly followed Yang Xuan all the way. Naturally, they knew that Yang Xuan had controlled all the zombies in Dingbian city in an unknown way and had a powerful force.


    This is also one of the key factors for them to decide to take refuge in Yang Xuan.


    With this large army of zombies, I''m afraid we should be careful no matter which side of the force.


    However, they are confused about why Yang Xuan can control zombies. At this time, those big men hiding in the dark can''t sit still and are ready to move.


    For any sect, I''m afraid Yang Xuan''s method of controlling zombies should be coveted.


    Qi Siyuan looked at the black armor with quiet combat power behind Yang Xuan, and a shock appeared in his eyes.


    This zombie is afraid of the existence of the peak of the virtual God.


    Feeling the breathless pressure from black armor, Qi Siyuan thought secretly.


    They didn''t see the battle between Yang Xuan and heijia. If they knew that the zombie riding a bone horse in front of them was a corpse king in the realm of true God, they were afraid that their chin would fall off.


    "Oh!" Yang Xuan stood with his hands down and his eyes fell on the direction of Jiangyang city. After a long time, he said faintly: "I want to raise millions of troops and attack the divine domain. What do you think?"


    Boom!


    When the thunder struck, Qi Siyuan and others were stunned. Their brains were blank and couldn''t speak any more.